Transitions from the Sitka, Alaska Wordsmith: Book 3 of the Martin R. Strand, Sr. Trilogy
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The editor, Ken Smith, has been involved socially, politically, culturally, economically and spiritually in the life of Alaska for over sixty years. He has been Martins friend for this same period of time. Martin, who physically passed away soon after deciding to write these books, had great expectations for this trilogy. It is our hope that we have at least partially fulfilled those expectations.
Martin R. Strand Sr. is a unique transitional person between Tlingit culture and Caucasian culture within the State of Alaska, not just in the past but also in the present. As you read the various selections in the trilogy you will gain an accurate understanding of this personality who was forever seeking to understand other persons, the natural habitat in which he was raised, and the cultural nuances that he received from his grandparents only to be passed on to his grandchildren and others. He is proud but at the same time loving. He is curious but also satisfied with little. Above all else he wants to make a difference and through these writings he does.
Martin R. Strand Sr.
The editor, Ken Smith, has been involved socially, politically, culturally, economically and spiritually in the life of Alaska for over sixty years. He has been Martin’s friend for this same period of time. Martin, who physically passed away soon after deciding to write these books, had great expectations for this trilogy. It is our hope that we have at least partially fulfilled those expectations Martin R. Strand Sr. is a unique transitional person between Tlingit culture and Caucasian culture within the State of Alaska, not just in the past but also in the present. As you read the various selections in the trilogy you will gain an accurate understanding of this personality who was forever seeking to understand other persons, the natural habitat in which he was raised, and the cultural nuances that he received from his grandparents only to be passed on to his grandchildren and others. He is proud but at the same time loving. He is curious but also satisfied with little. Above all else he ‘wants to make a difference’ and through these writings he does.
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Transitions from the Sitka, Alaska Wordsmith - Martin R. Strand Sr.
Contents
DEDICATION
AN EXPRESSION OF APPRECIATION
A LAST LETTER
THE INTRODUCTION
BUILDING OF THE BOOK
CHAPTER 1 THE GRANDCHILDREN SPEAK OUT.
BEN
TYLER
LILA
SHELBY
DENALI
GARY
CHAPTER 2 TESTIMONIES
BUZZ
CEMETERY VISITED
AN INVITATION
REMEMBRANCE
KARL & ZARA
MARK JACOBS
OUR MAN IN JUNEAU
MILESTONE
A REMEMBERING MOMENT, PHILLIP JACOBS
VELMA BAINES
REMEMBERING HERB
MEMORIAL DAY 2000
CATALINA’S SHINING FACE
THE BEST FRIEND OF MR. T
KAAGWAANTAAN REMEMBRANCE
THE EMPTY CHAIR AT TABLE 3
WHAT A RICH FULL LIFE
AND THE MUSIC OF HER LIFE GOES ON
A YEAR IN THE OCEAN OF TEARS.
ALASKA NATIVE BROTHERHOOD FOUNDING FATHERS.
PERATROVICH DAY 2005
HE ALWAYS DID HIS HOMEWORK
TIMES OF STRUGGLE
M J
REMEMBERED
TO REMEMBER THE SPIRIT OF JOE
OUR GATHERING TODAY
FLORENCE DONNELLY
SETTING SAIL
GILBERT KITKA
JOHN AND JOYCE MAC DONALD RECEPTION
VIGIL FOR VIRGIL
THE SPIRITED CARE GIVER
WILLIAMSON FAREWELL
THEY ARE IN OUR MEMORY
GEORGE MAX
ESTHER ANDERSON
STREET WARRIOR REMEMBERED
ODE TO EFFIE HOOK
RUTH DEMMERT
CHAPTER 3 THE GREATEST NATION IS SELF EXAMI-NATION
EIGHTEEN GOING ON THIRTY
AREAS LONG GONE
ATTIC TREASURES
A VISIT TO GRANDPA NEWELL
CHRISTMAS 2003
CLOSING OF ANOTHER YEAR
DESTINY
DREAMS OF MARTIN STRAND
FILLING MY LIFE WITH HAPPINESS
DOWN BUT NOT OUT
FEBRUARY 20, 2008
GRASPING FOR A LITTLE TRUTH IN LIFE
INFINITY
LOOKING AROUND THE CORNER AM I
HOT NEWS
LIFE OF A PHOTOGRAPHER
LOOKING AT MY LIFE FROM A DISTANCE
MARTIN STRAND ON A COLD NIGHT
MY END OF THE YEAR FEARLESS INVENTORY 2005
MUSIC TELLS ME
MY REFLECTION
MY LIFE TODAY
MY LIFE A REFLECTION OF THINGS TO COME
MY NEW WORLD
MY REFLECTIONS
PEACE
MY RESOLUTIONS FOR THE YEAR 2001
OPENING MY WINDOW TO LET MY SOUL FLY
PERFUME OF THE NIGHT
RESTLESSNESS RISING IN MY LIFE
POEMS, FISHING AND RELOADING
REFLECTIONS OF SHELDON JACKSON
RIGHTING THE WRONG
SAY WHAT NEEDS TO BE SAID
SITKA FIRE 1966
SALMON UPSTREAM
SOUTH EAST AREA REGIONAL HEALTH CENTER BUILDING
SLICES OF LIFE
THE SHED
THE CANOE I PADDLED WITH MY DOG
THE LINCOLN STREET SCHOOL
THERE I GO
THOUGHTS
UNCOMMON AND LOVING IT
MAUSOLEUM REVISITED
LISTENING INTO THE NIGHT
A KAYAK LESSON
THIS TREE, THIS LIFE GIVING TREE
TRAPPED INSIDE MYSELF
VICTORY SPEECH
CONCESSION SPEECH
THE BEGINNING SLOWLY BURNING
WHERE AM I NOW?
WRITING WITH MEANING, WOMEN
WHEN WILL MY LIFE RING TRUE AT LAST?
MARCH INTO THE FUTURE
WINTER IS FOR MEDITATION
ZONES AND DOGS AND PRICING
A LOOK INTO MYSELF
A LAST LETTER
CONCLUSION
TRILOGY INDEX
1Martin.tifDEDICATION
This book is written by Martin R. Strand,
a Kaagwaantaan man named K’wách
In memory of our ancestors and Tlingit elders
Kiks.ádi & Kaagwaantaan
and is lovingly dedicated to our grandchildren: Lila
Denali
Gary
Ben
Tyler
Shelby
FORWARD
Pat Sheahan
My friend Monty Wilson went to school with Martin and would almost always comment after an encounter with him, that, he has always marched to the beat of a different drum.
Martin Strand came off at first impression as peculiar. Known as Brother Martin he had a way of presenting himself at first with comedic one liners that disarmed and made new acquaintances feel comfortable. But it also made an impression that he had a silly disposition. In fact, Martin was observing and reflecting and appreciated everything and everyone around him with an astute sense, guided by the conviction that all were important, even sacred.
First impressions are often deceiving. Martin belonged to many groups and to many people. He didn’t always enjoy being front and center, however. Rather, he participated in his complicated social world with the ironic eye of an outsider looking in, simultaneously showing solidarity and yet sometimes feeling himself partly outside and on the margins. It is that rare combination, albeit contradictory, that gave him that blessed gift of poetry and artistry.
As to his work, Brother Martin is significant because his words and the images he captured represent an important but confusing time for some Sitkans, especially those that are residents year round over the course of decades. I will try to explain. Martin was old school
. He belonged to the Alaska Native Brotherhood (ANB) because his grandfather’s heart bled ANB
.
This group is itself an interesting combination of people, holding to tradition and embracing modern realities. Martin was a man in two worlds.
On the one hand, he was never as animated as when we went hunting and fishing in the traditional grounds around Sitka Sound. There he hunted seal and recalled trips with his family to fish camp when he was young. He took pride in his status at Dog Point Fish camp, where he had a bedroom dedicated to him for when he would come to teach any student who was interested in catching and preparing salmon. Martin taught me about marksmanship and ethics and friendship. We reloaded ammunition together and told stories and dreamed about future excursions.
What we caught, we shared. And we went to ANB meetings together. It was there that I witnessed his allegiance to his clan and to the memory of those Native peoples that had gone on before him. Martin’s identity is tied to the Kaagwaantaan clan and nothing made him more proud than that affiliation.
But Martin was a Renaissance man, too. He grew up in the cottages of Sheldon Jackson College, somewhat separate from the traditional native neighborhoods of Sitka. He may have been only a mile away, but Martin would pay a price of this separation by being on the fringes socially. The reward, however, was the chance to be mobile and to expand his opportunities.
He motorcycled across Canada and the U.S. He went to the University in Ohio. He learned piano, hustled people in pool halls, took up photography. At home, Martin ventured into radio broadcasting and computers. He enjoyed bicycles and socialized in any place that might be susceptible to a story in exchange for a cup of coffee or tea. He took up the art of peacemaking and mediation.
And he watched things carefully, documenting people, times and events with an eye toward tribute, not judgment. He was as apt to quote a French philosopher as he was a Native Elder. Watching Martin watch others, I have often wondered how those seas of influence converged in his mind. I believe he used his crafts as a way of maintaining sanity and letting things stand on their own merit. And we are the recipients of his creative compartmentalizing. Creative endeavor is by nature both limiting and expressive.
Martin Strand will also be remembered for being friendly. When I had coffee with him, I was amazed at how many people he knew by first name. He related to the young person serving ice cream at McDonalds’ with the same level of attention he would as someone with notoriety in town. He was gentle and saw the best in people and situations. The topics he wrote about and the subjects he photographed related to the average person in town.
And that is what made Martin so exceptional. His industry and unpretentious personality gave voice and honor to what others deemed ordinary and unworthy of celebration. We need caring people to help us see the intrinsic beauty and value of every day life. We needed Martin to be with us and yet apart so that he could respond to the cadence and syncopation of rhythms that at first seemed contradictory and tense.
We needed him to help us to stop, consider and find meaning in the routines of life. Martin marched to the beat of a different drum, but it was the cacophony of sounds that his town, state and nation provided him. Now we can reciprocate as friends do, by listening and learning from him.
AN EXPRESSION OF APPRECIATION
If Martin were writing this expression it would be as long as one of the books of the trilogy. It would include grandparents down to grandchildren, and every family person in between. It would include those whose eulogies have been presented in the third volume of the trilogy. It would include teachers, professors and students related to his formal education along with those who aided him in his cultural learning. It would include those who participated with him musically, or over a cup of coffee, or in camp activities and particularly those who aided him in his medical battles. Every fishing buddy, along with every hunting buddy along with every ‘gatherer’ would be included. It would include every citizen, or clan member of Sitka, a unique city located in Southeastern Alaska, the beauty of which can not be equaled. Martin was never exclusive.
As the editor I would like to thank Marcia for her long hours of search for his writings, his pictures and her holding together of the family. Our thanks is extended to James Poulson for the picture of Martin, to Henrietta VanMaanen, to Dawn McAllister, proof-reader and occasional editor, and to Dick and Judy Marcum for their technical computer skills. And I extend to God thanks for the ability to put Martin’s thoughts together in these books.
Sincerely, Ken Smith, editor.
A LAST LETTER
2Intro.tifTHE INTRODUCTION
BUILDING OF THE BOOK
Like a fish out of water I struggle to breathe the breath of purpose.
The possibility of my poetic work to reach a larger audience
Has a strangeness of feeling that it might eventually happen.
It never was my intention to put out a book of my work.
That there are so many hoops I have to jump through is confusing to me.
I can see the value in such a project for my family and friends.
I wonder what universal appeal my work could express to others?
What in my poetic attitude would others see of value?
Most of my effort is written on the same day of the event.
The writing comes easily knowing great people I know.
Being a ‘memorial poet’ is perhaps what I do best.
I rarely write about my own condition but feelings about others.
I am not one to think on my feet as I have to taste my words.
I get messages from my Tribal elders for reading my poems.
They seem to think I should be more spontaneous expressing myself.
In the beginning of the day I want to be original in my speaking.
The people I meet in my travels deserve something new.
I try to formulate something different in every day greetings.
How are you?
they ask.
Fair to poor with gusts to disgusting
is my quick reply.
A dramatic life appeals to me in meeting friends and others.
Why not add something extra special in our daily walk?
My mentors have played an important part in my life.
I will speak in colorful ways without current vulgarity,
Lots of reading sparks my communication skills.
In my formative years I excelled in speech and music.
Missionary contacts lead the way to long for excellence.
Perhaps, involvement in my church taught me to speak well.
Radio and TV work caused me to learn great habits.
It was a continuous learning journey I learned to love.
A long list of mentors paved the way to my eventual work.
Every success I had gathered much praise from my Elders.
My church, in not so subtle ways, guided me forward.
Mother Lila, highly educated, gave me the inspiration I needed.
She exposed me to the world’s finest piano music.
I often think of my life as a whole city.
My precincts of thought wander down streets and alleys
Filling my mind of poetic thoughts on a daily basis.
I can scarcely leave my front door without capturing a picture.
My camera, an extension of my mind reaches outward.
There is a question about the camera images I make.
It is in an historical nature I photograph the passing scenes.
The daily changes that move from season to season thrill me.
This year, sadly,