At the weekends important Alaska book signing: Jobe greets progressive Phil Munger in the gleam of Sarah Palin's smile; Jobe spills the coffee; Jobe rolls on the floor / Amazing Grace
Monday, December 20, 2010 at 1:29PM 
Here is Jobe and Melanie speaking with classical music composer and Progressive Alaska blogger Phil Munger at the important Alaska book signing that took place this weekend. Phil's wife, Judy Youngquist, was one of Melanie's teachers during her days at Tanaina Elementary School, and sometimes Phil filled in and taught her, too.
Another substitute teacher that Melanie had at Tanaina was Chuck Heath. Undoubtedly by now, the reader has noticed the face of Chuck Heath's famous daughter, Sarah Palin, beaming out from the three books on the lower part of the shelf between Jobe, Melanie and Phil. Probably, cynical readers are imagining that I set this picture up just this way - but no, I didn't.
It's just how it happened. I didn't even realize Sarah Palin's face was in the picture until after I took it. I was rather pleased when I discovered this, because it gave me some opportunities to play with today's title a bit and thereby draw in those legions of potential readers who only stop by if there is a hint that Sarah Palin might somehow be on this blog.
While I have generally tried to stay away from Palin on this blog, Phil has not been so reticent. He has written a great deal about Palin, whom he has known for decades.
But I have begun with a distraction. I had come to this place, Fireside Books in Palmer, because a signing for a very important book about Alaska was taking place here.
The important book that was being signed was "Purely Alaska - Authentic Voices from the Far North," a collection of stories written by 23 authors, most of them Native, spread across the roadless regions of Rural Alaska. The writings were inspired, encouraged, compiled, and edited by John Creed and wife Susan Andrews.
The two both began their careers as journalists, but then became teachers of journalism and writing at Chukchi College in Kotzebue - an extension of the University of Alaska, Fairbanks. They eventually set up a statewide, long-distance learning program conducted via the internet. The stories in the book come from their students.
They are the real thing, written for love, not money and driven by the human desire to communicate one individual to another, one culture to another.
So I would suggest that readers consider buying this book, just as did Heather McCausland, for whom John is seen adding his autograph to Susan's. It will be worth it.
John, Susan and family.
John photographs Jobe.
I met first met John in September of 1981, when I flew into Kotzebue for the first time. He took me to a fish camp in Noorvik and helped me in many ways. I came back again after freeze-up and it was a wonderful, glorious, thing, because Kotzebue Sound had frozen solid and thick but there was not a snowflake upon it - just miles and endless miles of clear, smooth, slick ice.
We walked out onto that ice and then could not stop ourselves from running and sliding, running and sliding, running and sliding, until we had ventured well beyond the limits of common sense and safety. We had no gun and had a hungry polar bear come along, we would have been defenseless.
But it was such great fun that we didn't care and we knew that the odds were in our favor.
Yes, there was another book signing this weekend, at Costco in Anchorage, and it drew a whole lot more attention than did this one.
Trust me, though - this book will be the better, most informative and enjoyable read. The power and strength of the stories in it will live on when those in the other book have fallen into their place as a political curiousity and trivia, lacking depth and substance; hyperbole - a memento of a strange fad that rose out of my own little town at a troubled time in America to place an absurd and perplexing grip upon my homeland for a limited number of years.
But if you want substance, not fad, then read "Purely Alaska." Read the other one, too, if you like and if you are up to the task.
After we left the book signing, Melanie, Jobe and I walked less than one block to Vagabond Blues to get some coffee.
I know - some are wondering how I could be so fickle as to go get my coffee here and not at Metro Cafe, but Metro is closed on Sundays and we were in Palmer, anyway.
You know what the lyrics to the famous rock-and-roll song say:
"When you can't drink the coffee you love, love the coffee you can drink."
Such is my philosophy on the subject.
We ordered our coffee, got it, sat down and then Jobe grabbed Melanie's and spilled it all over the floor. It was okay. She just got another and we proceeded on, unperturbed.
Jobe did not get a coffee. Jobe drank from a bottle of his own mother's milk. Then he and Melanie played with the bottle cap.
Jobe is a very bright fellow, by the way; observant. He takes in everything around him. He enjoys the magic of learning and each conscious moment is magic for him. He brings magic back into my own life, even now, at this time.
And to Sujitha, sister of Soundarya - he brings magic back to her as well.
Jobe found that the lid to a bottle of mother's milk can also make a nice hat. He was very pleased with his new hat.
I should note that when Phil Munger first came to Alaska, he piloted a fishing boat by the name of Jo-be, pronounced just the same as Jobe, from Ketchikan to Cordova.
The three of us lingered at Vagabond for probably close to an hour, every minute of it pleasant and wonderful.
Finally, we had to leave. I had driven to Palmer alone with Jobe. Melanie had driven out from Anchorage to meet us. We wanted to drive back to the house together, so we left Melanie's car in Palmer and I drove us home to Wasilla.
I didn't time it, but it usually takes close to half-an-hour, so I suspect that it did this time, as well.
When we pulled into the driveway, Jobe was fast asleep in his car seat.
The light was exceedingly dim, so, even though I was shooting at 6400 ISO, I had to drop down to a quarter or half-second exposure, - very difficult to do shooting free hand - so I took my time and took several shots.
I knew that from inside the house, all Lavina could see would be our headlights. She had not seen her baby Jobe since the day before. She did not discover that I had shanghaied him off to Palmer until she and Jake arrived at the house to find us gone. I knew that she was wondering why I was taking so long to bring him in.
When finally we did go in, we found people baking, icing, sprinkling and eating Christmas cookies. I would have taken Kalib to Palmer with me as well, but he was asleep when I left.
Melanie observes Jobe as he rolls across the floor.
And this one from India:
This is just a few frames short of being the final picture that I took during the trip that Melanie and I made to India to attend the wedding of Soundarya and Anil. I took the picture as our cab driver approached the Bangalore Airport. As I have earlier noted, other than the wedding pictures, I have never had the time to sift through my take to see what I have.
It has now become very important to me that I do, even though the task seems immense and impossible, given my other responsibilities. I have put the entire, India, Part 2, take into my Lightroom editor and so I set out to skim quickly through to see if I could get some kind of idea of what I have - particularly when it comes to images of Soundarya, and of Soundarya and Anil, as well as the man who walked a scorpion, the monkey who jumped the gap and the dinner of bananas that Vijay fed to us.
I scrolled rapidly through the entire take over the course of maybe three hours, possibly four, bypassing hundreds of images at a time but stopping every now and then, especially when I would spot an image of Sandy.
As I did this, I had the radio tuned to KSKA. In the final hour, as part of whatever program was on the air, a female folksinger was being interviewed. Every few minutes, the interviewer would pause to let her perform a song. I was absorbed in the pictures and did not pay much attention, but she had a nice voice and it made pleasant backgroud music.
Then, to my dread, I came to the final series of frames that I will ever shoot of Soundarya. At the very moment - THE VERY MOMENT - that my final image of Soundarya appeared full-screen in my editor, the folksinger began to sing...
Amazing Grace...
...and she sang it beautifully...
.. she sang it for Soundarya, my cherished Hindu soul friend - she sang it for me, the rebellious, strayed Mormon who has chosen to walk an indeterminate path...
Here is Judy Collins, singing the same song, for any who might care to listen.
I have probably listened to it 20 times since coming upon that final picture. I am listening to it right now. My eyes are not dry.
Reader Comments (9)
There is nothing else to bring tears as Amazing Grace, no matter the occassion.
To have it sung when remembering is even an sweetier moment.
I am arranging to get a copy of the book you spoke of...something tells me it has MUCH more to offer than the one signed at Costco, plus the authors have better motives for getting it published.
As usual I enjoyed the post.
I share your grandfatherly pride. With 3 grandchildren 1000 miles away in Rochester, MN, I don't get to be with them half as much as I'd love to. All the facebook pics and videos don't start to match reality.
Those pictures ofJobe are priceless. He does love his Grandpa!
Judy Collins' Amazing Grace is always an inspirational performance, whether on record/cd or live/ stage performance.
Since today's blog revolved around a book signing, Bill, I decided to post a link to it on the comments section at Palingates.
Palingates covered the other book signing this weekend in detail and I thought it fitting that folks find out about the one you attended in Palmer, as well.
I think you have many fans already at PG, so, they may have been by today already, anyway.
Literally, this moment I realized that you began today's blog with Phil Munger...Composer/Progressive Alaska Blogger and ended it with a reference to music, as well. It is like you came full circle. Maybe that was your thought process in doing this and I was a bit slow on the uptake?
As for Judy Collins, she is a favorite of mine - I still have some of her albums.....
Both Sides Now - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bcrEqIpi6sg
The Real America: Jobe, Kalib and all who love them.
As is usual, I was bouncing between 3 Firefox windows with about 25 tabs, and in trying to get a coupon printed from an e-mail I forgot the real purpose for my previous comment (not that pictures of an admiring grandson are not just about the most important thing short of holding same grandchild in grandfatherly arms.)
I clicked on your link for "Purely Alaska, and ordered the book. Then I looked up (and in) your "Gift of the Whale" and made it a twofer order. I will enjoy holding those books and reading though them.
Beautiful post as always :) C'mon down this way, door's always open and the coffee's on (though we can't compare to Metro) we'd be glad to have ya!
thank you for the book suggestion, i added it to my amazon wish list.
Love the pictures of Jobe
I can't believe how big Jobe has grown! It seems he was an infant yesterday.
Jobe smile is amazing! I am still looking at them...20min now that I opened your blog... hes such a blessing! Great Grandpa gets a Great Grandson!
I did listen to Amazing Grace, for the first time it was just the lyrics and after that it was everything... thank you for sharing that song with me.