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Wasilla is the place where I have lived for the past 29 years - sort of. The house in which my wife and I raised our family sits here, but I have made my rather odd career as a different sort of photojournalist by continually wandering off to other places to photograph people and gather information, which I have then put together in various publications that have served the Alaska Native Eskimo, Indian and Aleut communities.

Although I did not have a great of free time to devote to this rather strange community, named after a Tanaina Athabascan Indian chief who knew Wasilla in the way that I so impossibly long to, I have still documented it regularly over the past quarter-century plus. In the early days, my Wasilla photographs focused mostly upon my children and the events they participated in - baseball, football, figure skating, hockey, frog catching, fire cracker detonation, Fourth of July parade - that sort of thing. 

In 2002, I purchased my first digital camera and then, whenever I was home, I began to photograph Wasilla upon a daily basis, but not in a conventional way. These were grab shots - whatever caught my eye as I took my many long walks or drove through the town, shooting through the car window at people and scenes that appeared and disappeared before I could even focus and compose in the traditional photographic way.

Thus, the Wasilla portion of this blog will be devoted both to the images that I take as I wander about and those that I have taken in the past. Despite the odd, random, nature of the images, I believe they communicate something powerful about this town that I have never seen expressed anywhere else. 

Wasilla is a sprawling community that has been slapped down hodge-podge upon what was so recently wilderness of the most exquisite beauty. In its design, it is deliberately anti-zoned, anti-planned. In the building of Wasilla, the desire to make a buck has trumped aesthetics and all other considerations. This town, built in the midst of exquisite beauty, has largely become an unsightly, unattractive, mess of urban sprawl. Largely because of this, it often seems to me that Wasilla is a community with no sense of community, a town devoid of town soul.

Yet - Wasilla is my home and if I am lucky it will be until I grow old and die. Despite its horrific failings, it is still made of the stuff of any small city: people; moms and dads, grammas and grampas, teens, children, churches, bars, professionals, laborers, soldiers, missionaries, artists, athletes, geniuses, do-gooders, hoodlums, the wealthy, the homeless, the rational and logical, the slightly insane and the wholly insane - and, yes, as is now obvious to the whole world, politicians, too.

So perhaps, if one were to search hard enough, it might just be possible to find a sense of community here, and a town soul. So, using my skills as a photojournalist and a writer, I hope to do just that. If this place has a sense of community, I will find it. If there is a town soul to Wasilla, I will document it. I won't compete with the newspapers. Hell no! But as time and income allow, it will be fun to wander into the places where the folks described above gather, and then put what I find on this blog.

 

by 300...

Anywhere within a 300 mile radius of Wasilla. This encompasses perhaps the most wild, dramatic, gorgeous, beautiful section of land and sea to be found in any comparable space anywhere on Earth. I can never explore it all, but I will do the best that I can, and will here share what I find and experience with you.  

and then some...

Anywhere else in the world that I happen to get to, such as Point Lay, Alaska; Missoula, Montana; Serenki, Chukotka, Russia; or Bangalore, India. Perhaps even Lagos, Nigeria. I have both a desire and scheme to get me there. It is a long shot. We shall see if I succeed.

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Feb182011

Kivgiq, 2011, part 5, day 1d: The feast of Kivgiq, followed by a Singspiration night of Gospel singing

Half-an-hour after the dancing ended, it was time for the Feast of Kivgiq. I was walking aimlessly among the tables set up in the gymnasium of Ipalook Elementary School with my camera when Janie Snyder, middle, invited me to sit at this table. So I did. Soon, the blessing was said.

The lady to the left is Ida Alexie, from Bethel. I can't remember her last name. The lady to the right is from Kotzebue and her last name is Booth. I can't remember her first. If anyone gives me her name, I will add it in later.

Then people got in line... and it was a long line, much longer than you see here.

The line filed into the serving area of the cafeteria - on one side, there was standard American fare...

...and on the other, Iñupiaq food, provided by the sea, rivers, land and sky. I got some of both. I enjoyed the Iñupiaq food most, except maybe for the pie. I really loved the pie.

It just happened to be the birthday of Ethel Nungasuk. Not only did she get cake, but she got some extra bags of Iñupiaq food to take home.

Roy and Ida Alexie, from Bethel. Roy insisted that I call him Grandpa, so I did. It made me feel like a young kid again.

Once the feast was done, it was time for the Singspiration to start. I should note that in every village on the Arctic Slope, Wednesday night is Singspiration night.

The Kivgiq singspiration is extra special, because singers and musicians from all across the Arctic come to participate.

Above is Herman Ahsoak, Fred Elavgak, Tom Opie - all of Barrow - and Johnny Nayukok of Atqasuk, in his 80's and still making good music.

The entire congregation joined in for the first hymn, "How Great Thou Art." I've stated this before, but until you have heard this hymn performed by an Iñupiat, Alaska Native, choir or congregation, you haven't really heard it at all. Elvis sang it and he did a good job, but nothing like the Iñupiat.

My mother loved that song, so when she died I made certain it was on her funeral program. My cousin Karen played the organ and she did a beautiful job, but I was so disappointed in the singing! I wanted to hear it as I hear it here.

Well, there is a much bigger story involving this song, my mother and the Iñupiat choir. I've told only a small piece of it. One day, perhaps not until after I succeed at starting my online electronic magazine, I will tell the full story.

Maybe I will make that story the first story that I tell in my magazine.

Don't be surprised if you read it and cry.

Rex Okakok and Wesley Aiken, father of my friend, Larry Aiken, sing "How Great Thou Art." When Kivgiq was restored in 1988, Rex was the force that spearheaded the research and organization of it.

Barrow started the group singing, and there was laughter, too.

Mayor Itta, his wife Elsie and a good number of his extended family, including his mother, Molly, sang several gospel songs.

Gospel singers from Tikigaq - Point Hope.

Jonathan Aiken, Jr. 

Whyborn Nungasuk of Atqasuk plays his harmonica. Once, when I was hanging out in Atqasuk, Whyborn invited me over for fresh caribou. He told me how one time a year or so earlier, he had been out hunting, had done well and was coming home with his four wheeler and wagon packed with caribou.

He had a little accident and the four wheeler flipped in a pool of water, trapping him beneath it, pushing him down into the water. The four wheeler was so heavily laden with caribou that he could not budge it. It was going to crush and drown him and he was helpless to get out from under it.

So he called out to Jesus. Then he told me he felt what he is certain was the hands of Jesus take hold of that four wheeler and help pull it off of him.

Gospel singers from Wainwright.

Margaret Opie, her granddaughter Makku, Josiah Patokak and Darlene Matumeak join other members of the Suurimaaŋitchuat Dancers in singing a hymn in memory of the late Warren Matumeak - the Atiŋa Jesus,"  was composed by Warren himself. Suurimaaŋitchuat also sang Warren's arrangement of "Nothing but the Blood of Jesus."

Barrow High School singers.

Kaktovik singers. At any Singspiration, people are reminded of loved ones lost and there is comfort to be found in the tears that are shed.

At this last Kivgiq Singspiration, those who shed tears in memory of loved ones lost included me as well.

Kaktovik.

Baby Alfred Leon Tukle, in the crowd.

Katheryn Aishanna, Kaktovik.

Anaktuvuk Pass.

Lela Ahgook and Rachel Riley of Anaktuvuk Pass.

Nuiqsut.

Aklavik, Northwest Territories, Canada.

Andrew Gordon, Aklavik, Northwest Territories. 

This guy can sing! And he gets everybody going.

And hey - here' something... I have been listening to Hank Williams on my iPhone headphones as I have been working on this - a mix of Gospel, barroom, broken hearts and country in general.

Guess what song just came on?

Praise the Lord, I Saw the Light!

Hank Williams!

I think he would have enjoyed Singspiration. He would have joined in, too.

And that ends it for me tonight. It's after 2:00 AM. I better stop so that I can do some Facebooking and send an email or two out before I go to bed and start working with my Kivgiq photos all over again.

More Kivgiq to come.

Lots more!

 

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Reader Comments (7)

Bill, I've always enjoyed reading your blogs; and I have to admit I am a follower here. I just had to say thank you for pointing out that my papa (Rex Okakok) was the one that revived Kivgiq! It was a lot of work, I was a young kid back then; but I remember. All we are proud of, is that Kivgiq is back and bringing family and friends back together again!! But the pride in me makes me smile when you mentioned my papa!! :) ... Thank you Bill for all you do!!!

February 18, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterJune Okakok

Such goodness! The picture right under Rex Okakok singing of the two ladies laughing.. hahaha that was too funny! There faces were priceless..

February 18, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterRocksee

Beautiful pictures. I felt as if I were there. When you have time, would you please identify the Iñupiaq food? Thank you.

February 18, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterKathryn

Really nice pictures. I see my aunts Janie Snyder, Rosabelle Rexford, Ethel Nungasak and my uncle Whyborn Nungasak, really nice pictures. I really enjoyed Kivgiq also. Thanks Bill Hess for all your work, nice job.

February 18, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterNelda Nungasak

I love the story of Whyborn Nungasuk! What a testimony! Thank you for the stories and all the beautiful pictures, Bill Ness! God bless you.

February 18, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterJudy Reed

Your photos are wonderful. But I hope someday you will link to a video or youtube of the singing so we can "hear" as well as "see".

February 19, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterWhiteStone

I'm really enjoying re-living kivgiq through your lens, Bill. You got some beautiful ones here.
Aaron

February 19, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterAaron Fox

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