Sunday, November 21, 2010

To: The Klehini/Chilkat Valley and Beyond ~

From The Fair Light Review
Merrick's Swallow

Lets see..., just something simple. The right words written to the right tempo.
To the point, yet expansive enough to spread across the valleys and the coves, through every home and hovel.

Friends, neighbors, family and not-yet-mets ~ your generosity to raise such funds for Merrick, (gadzooks! such funds!) ~ in the spirit of artful fun ~ is fine.

We've large appreciation ~ star splitter gratitude ~ for this community quite small and wonderful.

Our love to you each,

Ade, Jeff, The Bochart Kids and Joe ~ Happy Holidays

From The Fair Light Review
Our Gal, Merrick

Saturday, November 20, 2010

It's a writing day...

Moonlight on new snow is a life long weakness of mine. This moon is Dleit K'ack'w, the early November/Little Snow Moon to Tlingit people of the Chilkoot area .

The Blue Willow dinner plate face in the sky makes a mockery of star viewing, casting the billions upon billions down onto the silvery flats. A late walk along the river eliminates any chance for sleep later.

Instead, I load the wood stove and stretch my sleeping bag onto the floor of the workshop. The triple pane sliding glass door frames massive saw-toothed brilliance, shining white above the black-blue forest.

Magic. And I'm the lucky participant.

The entire month has been tremendous. I've so much to write about and this is a perfect day for the keys. First, milking and more wood...

From The Fair Light Review
Morning Comes

Mid-term elections led November onto an odd course. Nationwide, many were left haggard, surprised, hopeful or ready to rally. Alaska's senatorial race is still being contested by tea-bag darling, Joe Miller.

Democrat Scott McAdams led an impressive campaign for a senate seat and will hopefully remain on the state political radar screen. The Sitka mayor has intelligence and integrity.

Lisa Murkowski's write-in campaign made history. If she's seated..., may she do well by both the state and nation. She's already helped slow the Palin parade, a helpful motion by default.

The scene nationally and beyond our borders is tenuous at best. May we all do well by each other.

The following Tuesday, Nov.9th, in Klukwan, an annual benefit dinner was held for the Jilkatt Kwaan Heritage Center. Master chef, Tony Strong was accompanied by two lovely and able assistants, Robin Grace and Sandy Barclay, each from the Mud Bay Peninsula. The trio met while harvesting wild mushrooms earlier this fall.

The event was well attended by Chilkat Valley community members. The handcrafted menu was heard described by Chef Strong on the KHNS news report of November 8, 2010 by Tara Bicknell.

Later, an art auction was held and it seems our community enjoys a good auction as much it loves dancing, food and winter. Attendants wrapped up the night happily overfed and packing home fine North West Coast art treasures.

Event organizer, Lani Hotch, was pleased with the outcome stating that the money raised will be utilized for projects and events at the Traditional Knowledge Camp and the newly opened Hospitality House, a reception center designed to greet local visitors, travelers and school groups interested in learning about Tlingit tradition and subsistance skills.
From The Fair Light Review

Saturday, November 13 was the big event day for the Bald Eagle Festival, culminating in a release of an adolescent eagle. The bird was found dumped from it's nest as a chick and has spent its first three years being reared in captivity. Thought ready to face the wild, she was met by well-wishers and a traditional Native ceremony to safeguard her journey.

The juvenile bird had some difficulty after its release and floated downstream with the current in the side channel of the Chilkat River. The location was chosen for its rocky bars and obvious available fish for easy food. The huge youngster hopped on shore looking as though it liked the thrill of cold water.

After close observation however, the bird was re-captured. It hadn't moved for several days from it's original landing spot and is now considered not quite fully prepared. Perhaps one more winter and a few white adult feathers will allow for an easier transition.

The bird will be returned to the Juneau Raptor Center.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

We sit closely on the leather couch, enough so that nuances can be felt by the tap of an elbow or by leaning towards his shoulder. Pointing to text, or a page number, is generally all that's needed.

Once the thick pages have been managed, (do we loose the texture of our finger prints with old age?), Ray's up and running - IN Key, recalling the harmony parts, regardless of his missing hearing aides.

We have fun acknowledging the song's history offered in the text and Ray never fails to pay tribute to his mother. His stories of a NYC upbringing in the twenties allows me to picture Ray's family singing around the piano. The melodies stay forever and for him, so do the lyrics. He's continued the rich tradition of singing with those friends who come to visit at the Haines Assisted Living Center, each Friday at 1 P.M.

We wrapped up yesterday's session by looking at a few of the essays, stories and songs written by the youth of Haines for the Peace Project. Ray was an educator for many years in the Haines schools along with his wife Vivian. He also ran the Chilkat Valley News, was prominent with KHNS Radio, and the Lynn Canal Community Players.

He's a literary guy and was a fine political activist in the region for decades. Who better to give some feedback on what the kids are thinking? His primary comment was... "It gives you hope, doesn't it?"

A potluck and awards will be given to honor the contest participants, Friday October 29th at the Haines Senior Center. All are invited.

This weekend, Haines hosts one of the better community opportunities towards the future. The second regional Drama, Debate and Forensics (DDF) tournament of the 2010 season will be held at the new school.

Alaskan teams from Wrangell, Sitka, Juneau, Ketchikan, Mt. Edgecomb, and Haines will be represented.

The teams work on a variety of speech delivery forms, researched and written by the competitors. Both literary and dramatic interpretations have been polished and will be performed. They'll also debate current topical issues as teams.

The state tournament held in Anchorage each spring decides who will be represented at the National Forensic League competition.

Our community usually turns out in full force as judges, timers, audience and by opening their homes to house this large event.

It's present and future community building and one aspect of Haines at it's best.

Monday, October 18, 2010

All Tucked In?

From The Fair Light Review
As the season continues to wane, I'm stirred to ask friends, acquaintances and total strangers:

"So, how'd your summer and autumn roll?"

♨ Did the garden produce what you hoped for? What was particularly successful, (or a total bust?) Any new techniques that you'd care to share?

♨ Did you learn how to harvest or prepare a new subsistence food source that's particularly exciting. How about the fishing and smokehouse efforts this season?

♨ Were you able to attend the Haines Farmer's Market? Did you have a table? Are you planning towards being a part of next season's community garden, produce or handcraft efforts for market or the fair?

♨ What upcoming event would you like to see featured here at The Fair Light Review?

After being away from the Chilkat/Klehini Valley for the majority of two years, I find I just can't get enough. Though living 39 miles up the highway demands minimal trips to town, I may have found a workable solution. With that, The Fair Light Review, (formerly the Alaskan in the Hinterlands), is shifting focus.

If you're interested in sharing what's exciting from your world, I'd love to hear from you. I hope to aim towards a community resource page that promotes local food and farm, cottage industry and wild-crafting. Reviews on upcoming events such as holiday bizarres, art auctions, school, museum, library or theater performances will be featured as well. Personal tall tales are always most encouraged!

I'll be glad to showcase your story and include photos to promote your project or event ~via~ a phone interview, e-mail, (I'm at rilkemaid@gmail.com) or an arranged visit.

With the season's remaining fair light, shining towards local terrior, (the taste of a place!), I'm in the book. Lend me your corner of the Chilkat/Klehini Valley to write about.

Hope to hear from you,

Adrian Revenaugh Bochart

Saturday, October 2, 2010

A Summer Farewell

From An Alaskan Returns from the Hinterlands
Farewell by Hannah

Enjoy this harvest-time classic by Neil Young. I've also attempted to share the gorgeous version of Harvest Moon I heard performed by Garrison Keillor and Andra Suchy, (begins around 9:15) on A Prairie Home Companion


From An Alaskan Returns from the Hinterlands
On Mt. St. Clair in Upper Lynn Canal by Hannah

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Muffled Fall

Silver bucket of whey soaked this tumbled form

Sprawled, I listen to hemlock drip

Fog drapes the river

Saturday, September 25, 2010

While Dancing the Racoon!

Drippy, white stuff has pulled the alder and willow over. This afternoon heralds the oncoming locomotive called winter and we're ready... well kind of.
From An Alaskan Returns from the Hinterlands

The woodshed is full, the barn stocked snugly with alfalfa, grain and healthy animals.

The honeyman, at this very moment, is climbing Mt. Whitney with none other than our buddy John Svenson. An awesome undertaking and one that Jeff's been working toward for a couple of years.

Each of the kids are invested in very different paths, taking on adulthood with gusto and determination. Got nothing but admiration for all three and yes, I miss their company. I relish spending time together when we're able. They're fine people.

I'm finding my way towards the next volume. It includes a piano and loom, a bicycle and a camera.

Right now though a huge bowl of rhubarb and some twenty sizable zucchini are grinning at me from the counter. Time to be inventive with the canner and oven.

The woodstove is toasty and this fine little laptop is offering me the opener to the new season of A Prairie Home Companion. I've missed GK's syndicated columns, The Summer Love Tour, (enjoy the webpage) and having the chance to catch the show in person!

But, life feels wide open and the kitchen floor is made for dancing. Damned near as rich as a street dance in St. Paul tonight!

From An Alaskan Returns from the Hinterlands

OOOh, The Too Tight Rag! Perfection ... haw YEAH!

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Saturday

I didn't know!

Though my weekly fix of The Old Scout's articles must be abated by rereading the archives, rich and topical regardless of when they were published, my heart hungers for more.

To my delight, I find today that A Prairie Home Companion's show is constructed of highlights, allowing a summer break for the cast but that Garrison is broadcasting live from the studios in St. Paul.

I'm listening to North Country Public Radio from The Adirondacks at 24 kpbs. Not quite local but its a clean stream and there's my old pal.

After the show I'll return to making my puppet of Samuel Clemens as a mountain goat, for a performance at the fair. Maybe I'll take a special pause later with My Dear Sonneteer.

Life is rich.

From An Alaskan Returns from the Hinterlands

From An Alaskan Returns from the Hinterlands

From An Alaskan Returns from the Hinterlands
Shine on.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Reunion

Ever the champion
of the elegantly wise,
wrinkled, well seasoned,
I fantasized since a teen
of how quaint it would be.

How accepting I'd feel,
wonderfully odd and contrary to youth at full sail
Like an adoption into a foreign culture

Now, having become one
of the many elders at a family gathering,
where I know the opportunities
to be together are limited,

Telling the Great Old Tales
comes with a sadness

I was never good at good-byes

Friday, June 11, 2010

My darling,

It's been such a long time since I've written. These weeks of delightful movement, as the mountains shed tonnages of snow, are glorious. The melt is washing away the banks of the river: roots, alder, boulders, logs. The roiling provides such a symphony it's matched only by the sound of new leaves in the tallest cottonwoods, blowing steadily among the spruce and hemlock.

A two-thirty dawn means to try and find the spirit to stay tucked in for a few more hours. But the work of re-establishing a presence amidst the forest is huge this spring and it calls loudly and energetically. I can't resist.

This body of mine, however, is not only much older but the odd, life-long aversion to sitting, now appears to have been a response to scoliosis. Who knew?

The doctor orders dancing and bike riding in addition to my other passions of garden and trail. New shoes, (some especially fine steppers for twirling, others for pedals and bluffs), and a new bike, arrive week after next.

Also evolving is the plan to visit the Mid-west. There's a story I want to write along the way.

Pictures soon.

Love always ~

Ade

Monday, May 31, 2010

My Life ~ So Sweet, It Smells

I'm at that fortunate point in life that all I can be is grateful. Things really can't be much better. The nightmares in the world and degradation of the planet is ever present in my heart, crackling in my bones. Still, I wake up joyful.

It's partly due to the green and yellow pollen that wafts through the Klehini Valley and down the Chilkat Range in such thick plumes they might be mistaken for dust devils.

Potential growth, a biotic memory blanket is being layered thickly over the remaining snow, yellow as garlic powder. It sticks to my sweaty skin as I labor turning the garden beds in the eighty-four degree heat.

In the evening I smell like green sunlight.

Just add water
an epoch from now. I'll become
the next forest

BP and Bach by Garrison Keillor at NYTimes.com
I.H.T. Op-Ed Contributor - BP and Bach - NYTimes.com

(A special thanks to friend James for the editorial suggestions.)

Monday, April 19, 2010

The Steady, Dripping Beat of Spring

And now, the rains have come.

Yesterday, I lay out on a snowberm with Mason-dog watching the Canada Geese and Sandhill Cranes passing over head. Hoping to find a path through the cloudy mountain draw and discouraged by the dense, drippy layers, they circled back around several times providing wonderful company.

The jangling-rachety call of cranes to one another, keep their spirits aloft on the long journey while pointing out the sights below. We heard a cheer of appreciation for watching and a call to remember our wonderful time together last autumn. In many cultures, they pack the soul after death so we sent our best thoughts with them.

The hummingbird, who hitches a tail-feather ride with the larger folk, dropped off for it's first sip at my feeder yesterday. Dozens of smaller songbirds appeared by afternoon. We're all gearing up for the maniacal pace of a South East summer. The Hooligan aren't far from the Chilkat inlet and my heart and body are primed!

Looking out at the steady pour this afternoon, I'm reminded of all the wonderful paths Life's offered the last few years; ideas gestating and dreams still waiting to be acted upon. Farmstead, fiber-art, growing older with a fine mate, enjoying the escapades of our children in their adulthood's. I've the finest place on the planet and I'm rooted deeply and glad to be home.

But, there's a trip I'm preparing for ~via~ the Rails to Trails system. I'm wanting to cross the country from Oregon to Michigan, camping, cycling and using Amtrak. My folks had fun with such a trip back in the late forties and I'd love to do a follow up journey.

During such a trek, I'm wanting to spend time with the independent book sellers across the nation. Course, I plan to seek out the community festivals and street dances and enjoy fair season along the way as well.

Maybe I'll coordinate with a show or two of Garrison Keillor's Summer Love Tour on towards mid~August.

Now, I'd love to drive the sporty Ford in the picture from the tour's site, (well, in the right company, of course), but in lieu of such a chariot, I'm looking at a Kona Ute cargo bike. One jumped at me on a Fairhaven, Washington street right near the Village Book Store last month. I took it as a sign.

"A sign of what?"

Don't ask.

Yet.

From An Alaskan Returns from the Hinterlands

Monday, April 12, 2010

Large Doses of Home ~ April, 2010

From An Alaskan Returns from the Hinterlands
And it's perfection!
This first week home since November, has been about helping my fella get caught up after a very long winter. Also, scratching out a place to be privately productive; the studio!

After months of being bedside and to get back in shape, I'm digging flights of snow stairs. These ephemeral constructs of whimsy melt away in a few weeks while allowing us to get in and out of the deeply buried buildings for now. As my body moves in labor my heart and thoughts are clearing. Sweet seeing if the whole system still works in sync, (and newly grateful for ibuprofen).

I've never been good at goodbyes. I can leave or allow connections to cool, (to be honest, I'm too good at that), but I'm utterly miserable at actual goodbyes. I keep an open place in my core for everyone I've ever cared for. There's lot's of open space newly acquired.

At present, there's a hungry greenish yearn for the gal who's been my universe for so many months, (catch sister Mic's green take). I suspect that feeding this yen is a question of being encompassed by the tender care she required from us and delighting in how she retained her identity and dignity right through her last breath. It was perfection in the most imperfect of processes.

We've made interesting family connections in T.M.'s home of 62 years. These last two, she relied on us, something we'd never anticipated nor would she have ever considered necessary. Her passing was perfect irony, perfectly her; Thursa May Wolfe Revenaugh.


The suggestion of a greenish cast to the cottonwoods and willows along the riverflats hasn't happened. Though afternoons are warm, it's staying quite cold at night and the snow pack is deep. Mornings, I'm able to walk everywhere with the snowshoes tucked under my arm.

Yesterday, we forded the river and climbed to timberline.
From An Alaskan Returns from the Hinterlands
From An Alaskan Returns from the Hinterlands

I made a telephone purchase from our neighbor this morning. In a couple of weeks I'm to get sixteen, two year old hens for eggs and meat. The hen house is still a ways from usable. A marten nailed our three remaining hens a month or two ago and I want to be sure he's got larger options in the river and forest by waiting to bring the new flock home. The deep snow crunched the hen yard as well, so it's time for repairs this season.

I'm scouring the area for a baby buck Oberhasli to raise this summer. Our barn has two adult goats and two woolly ewes but our lead, Jackquie goat, needs freshening. No milk, kids or lambs this year!

That opens this summer for the barn occupants and I to focus on making trail and packing the hillsides. They're younger, stronger and far more resourceful than I and should help cut back on sore muscles and joints by packing my dictionary and camping gear once a week or so!

The garden starts have been warming by the wood stove, and ten feet under the snow is the rhubarb; coiled, crimson potency absorbing light in a deep white denizen and preparing to burst out, alive and bittersweet.