 Marshall
Cultural Atlas
This collection of student work is from
Frank Keim's classes. He has wanted to share these works for others
to use as an example of Culturally-based curriculum and documentation. These
documents have been OCR-scanned. These are available
for educational use only.
Two Good
Summers
I was born on March 17, 1980, in a
grassy meadow on a warm, sunny spring day. I was born along with a
brother and a sister, and I am the oldest of the three of us. But
when I stood up I wobbled around and fell. When I regained my balance
I ate some grass.Whenever my mother licked me I would lose my balance
and fall down again. Mother showed us how to tear bark off trees, how
to swim and many other things. I learned to swim a few days after I
was born. As the days went by I felt myself growing and swimming
longer distances. My mother, brother, sister and I walked all over
the area. We saw all kinds of birds and other animals of different
colors, shapes and sizes. The weather was warm and the sun shined
almost everyday. There was no snow or ice anywhere because it was now
summertime. The grass was greener and the leaves grew on the trees. I
had never seen anything so beautiful in my life, and we all enjoyed
ourselves by going swimming and running around in the tundra and
willows.
One day we saw a whole lot of
people-beings in their boats speeding past us. Some even stopped to
check us out. We saw them, but we didn't run away. They left after
taking a couple of pictures of us. The summer went by really fast,
and it felt like only yesterday when summer began. It went by so
quickly, it felt like I didn't do anything all summer. Now it was
almost fall and it was getting cooler every day. Pretty soon, mother
told us, it would be hunting season. According to what she said, it
would be in about a week. The month of August was almost over. While
we were out looking around we saw a couple of people walking in the
trees carrying what looked like bows. Mother said our species would
be hunted in September, and I wondered if we were we being hunted
already. They were coming closer and I stood there frozen with fear.
What were we to do? Then all of a sudden there was a flash in front
of me. They were just picture takers and took a couple of pictures of
me and my family, then left. But my mother told me not to let their
friendliness fool me. Hunting season was right around the corner.
Then continued walking around the country for a long time, eating and
sleeping.
The next morning it was cold out,
and, on top of all that, it was the beginning of hunting season. Soon
we heard a boat on the river next to the island we were on, then
footsteps in the trees ahead of us and branches breaking and leaves
crunching. The sound was getting closer and closer. Suddenly we heard
the, "click," of a gun loading. Then we heard someone say, "We can't
shoot them!" Then, "Why not?" Then, "There's a cow and her young
ones." Then, "But look at those two good looking bulls." Finally, the
guy who didn't want to shoot them said, "I'm sure we'll see some
more." And they all left. Boy was that a close one, I thought. We
made sure that was the only time we were seen that season.
It was now winter. The months had
gone by so quickly that it seemed like yesterday was fall. I got up
one morning and looked around, and there was snow on the ground
everywhere, and on top of the trees, and it was still falling. I
guess winter was here to stay. Mother said that we now had to go to
an island where we could find more of everything we needed. When we
came to a place called Cukaq, we thought it was too open, so we moved
to another place called Kwik. On our little journey we came upon
another small herd of several moose running toward us. In the
distance we could see that one moose had just been killed by people
riding around in snow machines. In some of their sleds we saw
butchered moose meat. We got out of there fast.
Later in the winter the sun started
shining strong again and soon the snow melted. It was getting warmer
and warmer, and summer was coming. During the warm days I knew the
routine, so my mother said that we were going to have to part.
Brother and sister didn't want to, but mother was firm about it. So
we each went off in different directions.
I lived a pretty normal life during
the summer. My head started aching, and soon enough I was wearing
antlers. When hunting season opened up again I saw a hunter walking
around in the trees. I started to run, but he saw me. When I stopped
and turned to look back, he shot me in the leg and wounded me. It
healed in a couple of weeks, but while I was walking around in the
meadow eating grass, I heard this loud BANG! I felt a stabbing pain
in my leg, then in my neck, and I fell down. I could feel the life
draining out of me as a hunter came up to me and aimed a gun at my
head. Then there was another loud bang, and I lost
consciousness.
By: Kim Fitka's spirit
(Alces
alces) The Moose
Moose
Fact Sheet
Student
Stories
Stories
By Parents
Stories
By Elders
Stories
By Successful Hunters
Stories
By School Staff
"If
I were a Moose…"
Christmastime Tales
Stories real and imaginary about Christmas, Slavik, and the New Year
Winter, 1996 |
Christmastime Tales II
Stories about Christmas, Slavik, and the New Year
Winter, 1998 |
Christmastime Tales III
Stories about Christmas, Slavik, and the New Year
Winter, 2000 |
| Summer Time Tails 1992 |
Summertime Tails II 1993 |
Summertime Tails III |
| Summertime Tails IV Fall, 1995 |
Summertime Tails V Fall, 1996 |
Summertime Tails VI Fall, 1997 |
| Summertime Tails VII Fall, 1999 |
Signs of the Times November 1996 |
Creative Stories From Creative Imaginations |
| Mustang Mind Manglers - Stories of the Far Out,
the Frightening and the Fantastic 1993 |
Yupik Gourmet - A Book of
Recipes |
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| M&M Monthly |
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| Happy Moose Hunting! September Edition 1997 |
Happy Easter! March/April 1998 |
Merry Christmas December Edition 1997 |
| Happy Valentine’s
Day! February Edition
1998 |
Happy Easter! March/April Edition 2000 |
Happy Thanksgiving Nov. Edition, 1997 |
| Happy Halloween October 1997 Edition |
Edible and Useful Plants of Scammon
Bay |
Edible Plants of Hooper Bay 1981 |
| The Flowers of Scammon Bay Alaska |
Poems of Hooper Bay |
Scammon Bay (Upward Bound Students) |
| Family Trees and the Buzzy Lord |
It takes a Village - A guide for parents May 1997 |
People in Our Community |
| Buildings and Personalities of
Marshall |
Marshall Village PROFILE |
Qigeckalleq Pellullermeng ‘A
Glimpse of the Past’ |
| Raven’s
Stories Spring 1995 |
Bird Stories from Scammon Bay |
The Sea Around Us |
| Ellamyua - The Great Weather - Stories about the
Weather Spring 1996 |
Moose Fire - Stories and Poems about Moose November,
1998 |
Bears Bees and Bald Eagles Winter 1992-1993 |
| Fish Fire and Water - Stories about fish, global warming
and the future November, 1997 |
Wolf Fire - Stories and Poems about Wolves |
Bear Fire - Stories and Poems about Bears Spring,
1992 |
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