<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:27:31.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soapstone Carvings and Sculptures</title><subtitle type='html'>Various tales, legends and history of this earth's first people, the Inuit. And a wee bit of story telling related to my Celtic background. (notice the Celtic Crosses on my web site)
A gateway to the caring for soapstone carvings and their timeless beauty.

&lt;a href="http://add.my.yahoo.com/rss?url=http%3A//soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/us/my/addtomyyahoo2.gif" width="100" height="14" border="0" align=middle alt="Add to My Yahoo!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-112386396504433687</id><published>2005-08-12T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T15:56:45.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broadband comes to the North</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="storysubhead"&gt;(Part 1): High-speed satellite links will bring Canada's remote communities into the 21st century. It's about time, say residents&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;table border="0" width="100%"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span class="storybyline"&gt;Jeff Buckstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span class="storypub"&gt;The Ottawa Citizen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div class="storydate"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 11, 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="storytext"&gt;&lt;!--begin story text--&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0" align="right" style="float: right;" valign="top" width="250"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a123.g.akamai.net/f/123/12465/1d/media.canada.com/idl/otct/20050811/97415-31117.jpg" width="250" height="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="storycredit"&gt;CREDIT: Photo Composite: Robert Cross, The Ottawa Citizen&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="storycredit"&gt;The photo illustration above shows the Baffin Island village of Pangnirtung, which receives state-of-the-art wireless broadband access via satellite. Donna Copeland manages a lodge for trekking backpackers and other tourists. She looks forward to providing speedy Internet and e-mail access to cruise ship passengers making stopov&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" style="width: 3px; height: 22px;"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="middle" align="center"&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc" height="15"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://a123.g.akamai.net/f/123/12465/1d/www.canada.com/images/s.gif" width="1" height="4" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript1.1" src="http://ad.ca.doubleclick.net/N3081/adj/ccn.com/technology/story;kw=ccstorybox;loc=storybox;sz=250x250;kw=technology;ptile=4;ord=33377989"&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;a href="http://ad.ca.doubleclick.net/click%3Bh=v5%7C32d2%7C3%7C0%7C%2a%7Ch%3B18938063%3B0-0%3B0%3B6943126%3B237-250%7C250%3B11613837%7C11631733%7C1%3B%3B%7Esscs%3D%3fhttp://adfarm.mserve.ca/control/adclick.php?n=aae5eccc&amp;zoneid=105" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://ad.ca.doubleclick.net/N3081/jump/ccn.com/technology/story;kw=ccstorybox;loc=storybox;sz=250x250;kw=technology;ptile=4;ord=33377989"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ad.ca.doubleclick.net/N3081/ad/ccn.com/technology/story;kw=ccstorybox;loc=storybox;sz=250x250;kw=technology;ptile=4;ord=33377989" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tucked into a jagged glacier carved fiord off the aquatic rich Cumberland Sound in southeastern Baffin Island, the village of Pangnirtung, population 1,276, is nestled on a tundra flat flanked by majestic granite mountains towering up to 1,000 metres. It seems like one of the most remote communities on earth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the large satellite dish on the picturesque hamlet's western shore symbolizes a very different scenario. Newly connected state-of-the-art 2.5 GHz wireless broadband technology provides Pangnirtung and 24 other fly-in communities in Nunavut, who are connected to a network called QINIQ -- named after the Inuktituk root word for search -- with vital high-speed Internet access to the outside world and to each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The residents of Pangnirtung (which means "place of the bull caribou'') are excited about the effect high-speed broadband access might have on their personal and business lives. Mika Etooangat, 21, has already noticed several significant improvements over dial-up access. "I can download music a lot quicker, and it's great for instant e-mail and chatting with friends. Before when I used dial-up, it was not only slower but would sometimes disconnect on its own,'' says the assistant senior administrative officer of the Pangnirtung Hamlet Office &amp; People's Community Centre.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peter Wilson, general manager of the Uqqurmiut Centre for Arts &amp;amp; Crafts, which sells Inuit artifacts around the world, including soapstone carvings, prints, and tapestries, is bullish on the potential economic advantages broadband access to the Internet will present. He plans to have an e-commerce website up and running before the end of the year. And he's also looking at broadband-enabled, voice over Internet protocol telephony.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Long-distance telephone charges for business are so high here. But with voice over IP, we could end up paying a lower fee and, if all is working well, have better sound quality, too. That's a real important way broadband can improve business telecommunications not just in Pangnirtung, but throughout Nunavut as well,'' he says.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Donna Copeland, manager of the town's Auyuittuq Lodge, also has dreams for broadband access. Her lodge houses many of the region's backpackers before and after their trek through the pristine Auyuittuq National Park (translation -- "the land that never melts''), site of the 5,100 square-kilometre Penny Ice Pack glacier and many of Nunavut's highest mountain peaks. She'd like to have the service available for cruise ship passengers -- seven ships will visit Pangnirtung this summer, for instance -- to be able to come into her motel and get quick access to their office and personal e-mail.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Copeland already enjoys broadband Internet access personally, calling it a "godsend'' in part because it features speed "that is just phenomenal.'' The 19-year resident of Pangnirtung signed up for a broadband connection in her home at the first opportunity last winter when she volunteered to sample one of the new modems, several months before they went live to the rest of the hamlet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She became an instant convert. "Dial-up served a purpose, but now that I can compare the two, there's really no comparison,'' Copeland says. "Broadband offers the power and speed I need to complete my transactions.''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The fact wireless broadband access has been deployed across Nunavut at all is, in and of itself, a magnificent technological feat. At 1.994 million square kilometres, Canada's newest territory occupies one-fifth of Canada's total area. But it is isolated. Only about 30,000 people inhabit this vast, mostly pristine space, whose largely treeless landscape sparks to life in the perpetual light of summer, sporting brilliant hues of tiny purple and yellow flowers like Purple saxifrage and Arctic poppies on its hillsides.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The population is dispersed over 25 communities and three time zones. Approximately 7,000 live in the capital Iqaluit (meaning "place of many fish''), near the southern end of Baffin Island.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Travel from one community to the next is usually only possible by air. Some ports also have a limited shipping season (generally from July to October in the Eastern Arctic). Only two communities -- Arctic Bay and Nanisivik, some 20 kilometres apart at the northern end of Baffin Island -- are connected by road.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How then, did wireless broadband Internet access become a territorial-wide reality?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the early visionairies was Adamee Itorcheak, who founded a small Internet Service Provider company named Nunanet Worldwide Communications Inc. in August 1995. "Adamee has worked tirelessly not just for Iqaluit, but all Nunavut access, for so long,'' says Lorraine Thomas, secretary-treasurer of the Nunavut Broadband Development Corporation. "Adamee had a vision of this wireless connectivity scenario in the late 1990s when nobody else had a clue about it, and he has devoted a lot of his energy, time and money into it.''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Itorcheak, a native of Iqaluit who in 2001 was named to the National Broadband Task Force, painstakingly built his business to help give Nunavut's capital city a leg up on technology when the new Territory officially came into being on April 1, 1999. But only 10 other communities in Nunavut at that time had Internet connectivity -- and that was mostly confined to government workers, many of whom heralded from southern Canada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Despite the efforts of a few pioneering ISPs such as Nunanet, Sakku Arctic Technologies in Rankin Inlet, and PolarNet in Cambridge Bay, there weren't many cost-effective Internet services available to the Inuit people at that time, who comprise about 85 per cent of Nunavut's population. But things began to look up when the federal government signaled its intention of connecting Canada's North to the high-speed information freeway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Industry Canada announced ia subsidy program in October 2000 (which many believed would have cost at least $1 billion), for the goal of providing all Canadian communities with high-speed broadband access by 2004. This was quietly shelved and replaced by the $105-million Broadband for Rural and Northern Development (BRAND) program in September 2002.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In 2001, the Nunavut Broadband Task Force was established as a local conduit to the National Broadband Task Force so that the fledgling territory's voice could be heard. It made 27 recommendations before completing its mandate, and was succeeded by the not-for-profit Nunavut Broadband Development Corporation (NBDC) in 2003. NBDC's initial job, in part, was to oversee implementation of several key recommendations from the territorial Task Force, including one calling for affordable, easy access to broadband services for residents of all communities, no matter how remote.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"When you actually do the math on how much it costs to put in a satellite infrastructure to, say Grise Fiord (Canada's northernmost settlement, with a population of less than 200 on Ellesmere Island in the High Arctic) versus Iqaluit, then compare that to the number of possible users and divide it on a per-capita cost, no business person would have connected Grise Fiord,'' Thomas points out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But consistent with the Task Force's recommendation, the project wasn't assessed on a pure business model basis. All communities were connected, and basic broadband subscriptions for all users are now equitably priced at $60 a month across Nunavut. This equality exists in spite of the special challenges and costs that were involved to make high speed access a reality in the most remote communities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another major responsibility of NBDC is to ensure that broadband access enhances economic development within Nunavut. One strategy designed to fulfill this is by having community service providers (CSP) located in each of the Territory's 25 venues, thus ensuring some of the subscription revenues stay within the community.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Pangnirtung, for instance, the Uqqurmiut Inuit Artists Association is the local CSP, represented by Wilson and craft gallery supervisor Jackie Maniapik of the Uqqurmiut Centre for Arts &amp; Crafts. The CSPs in all 25 communities collect a margin of approximately 20 per cent of gross revenue for their endeavours. In return, they assist customers hook up their modems (which requires a downpayment of $150), and act as the initial troubleshooter should any problems occur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NBDC also tendered bids for a contractor to build both the satellite infrastructure, and provide the so-called "last mile'' hooking up all houses and buildings to the satellite dish within communities. SSI Micro Ltd. of Yellowknife, Northwest Territories, was awarded the contract for both those jobs in May 2003.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although located in the neighbouring territory, SSI Micro had previous experience in Nunavut. In fact, they'd previously built satellite infrastructure in ten communities, including each of Nunavut's three regional capitals -Iqaluit, for the Baffin Region, Rankin Inlet, for Keewatin and Cambridge Bay in Kitikmeot, so those were among the first communities targeted for deployment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The logistics of laying satellite infrastructure for the other 15 communities posed a number of significant challenges, admits Ryan Walker, manager of the solutions group at SSI Micro. "One of the toughest parts of building these sites was getting the civil work done. The satellite dish is 4.5 metres, so it's got quite a wind load on it, and you need a fairly sturdy foundation to handle that,'' he says.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moreover, the weather was often a major thorn in the side. Nothing moves in a blizzard, and accommodations are notoriously expensive in Nunavut because of supply and demand, so SSI Micro faced extra costs of about $250/night per person when forced to keep crews weathered in for days at a time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even when equipment did move during the construction phase in 2004 and 2005, things didn't always go according to script. "The biggest surprise we had was when our dish for Clyde River showed up in Grise Fiord, which is of course the most inaccessible, furthest away community you can imagine,'' Walker says, adding that it took about one and a half months to charter an airplane to get the extra dish moved to its proper destination.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Improvisation was often the order of the day, too, when smaller communities didn't have all the necessary equipment for installation. In one, SSI Micro's crew had to set up an artificial pulley system using a long gin pole at the end of a loader in order to get the elevation required to put the satellite dish in place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was also pressure from the federal government -- as a condition of its $3.885 million in funding -- to complete the project in one year, rather than two as originally planned. To meet the new March 31, 2005 installation deadline, SSI Micro had to order equipment a year earlier in order to ensure it would be aboard the sealift barges in time. There was little or no margin for error given the brief shipping season in the southern Arctic, and even shorter one in the higher latitudes where some communities can only expect one boat a year -- provided the ice breaks up enough to let it through safely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today however, with approximately $10 million having been spent to put the infrastructure in place as a resulting of funding from all three levels of government and private business, 2.5 GHz wireless broadband has become a reality across the Territory, with most of the smaller communities having joined the QINIQ network between May and July of this year. Concerns about whether this technological feat could really be pulled off have been replaced by the hopes and dreams of residents across Nunavut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Sanikiluaq, a town of about 700 in the Belcher Islands about 165 kilometres west of Quebec in Hudson Bay (territory belonging to Nunavut), Bob McLean, manager of Sanny Internet Services, is the hamlet's CSP. He helped establish a website listing various local artists' carvings, entitled Soapstone Artists of Sanikiluaq, back in 1998. The site subsequently became e-commerce enabled to sell Inuit art over the Internet to clients all over the world. He hopes the new broadband capacity will provide a much more cost-effective and quicker means for customers to transact through that website.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Darrell Ohokannoak is the manager of PolarNet, an ISP based in Cambridge Bay, capital of Nunavut's Kitikmeot Region, located on Victoria Island some 300 kilometres north of the Arctic Circle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only about 15 per cent of Cambridge Bay's 1,400 residents are connected to the Internet, but those who've chosen to take advantage of broadband access are "excited it's finally here,'' says Ohokannoak, who also chairs the NBDC board of directors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Subscribers in the distant northern community are using it in much the same fashion as their counterparts in the south -- online shopping for items like electronics and clothing, online games such as poker, and Internet booked flights, hotels and car rentals for vacations outside Nunavut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Broadband makes things much easier for members of such a remote community, not only because the service is much faster, but also significantly more affordable. "Before when we had to buy our bandwidth, it was really, really costly and we could only afford so much. To cover that bandwidth, we had to charge customers a rate probably 50 times higher than in the south, but we'd probably be 100 times slower because of our small population and base of users,'' Ohokannoak says.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Cape Dorset, in southwest Baffin Island, Jim Williams is taking advantage of broadband access to teach an introductory business course at Fanshawe College in London, Ont. The newly appointed training and development officer with the Government of Nunavut's Department of Community and Government Services moved to Nunavut from southern Ontario in April 2005.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I was teaching that course when I came up here, and (Fanshawe) asked me if I'd finish it online,'' he says. "When I first came up, we didn't have broadband, and (trying to do) that was awful. You would eventually get through (via dial-up) but it just took so long. Now with broadband access, it's so much easier. You can get back to students right away; it's phenomenal,'' he adds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Sanikiluaq, housing foreman Arthur Lebsack of the QAMMAQ Housing Association, who is responsible for inspecting all public housing maintenance in the hamlet, says broadband access to the Internet for such activities as pricing materials has saved him a considerable amount of time inside the office. This, in turn, allows him to get out in the field more to inspect buildings and "take care of the men I'm responsible for.''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only downside to broadband access, Lebsack jokes, is that it gives him less time to satisfy his caffeine fix. "With dial-up, you could go out for coffee and then come back into the room,'' he laughs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Broadband access could also potentially enhance the educational experience by allowing for greater online interconnectivity between students in schools within Nunavut and the rest of Canada, as well as for professional development of teachers, according to Murray Horn, Iqaluit based director of corporate services for the Government of Nunavut's Department of Education.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Broadband technology could also allow a specialized teacher based elsewhere to supplement secondary school instruction in a particular subject area such as physics to a remote community, where there might only be a single teacher to cover all subjects and perhaps multiple grades as well, he adds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I think we're limited only by our imagination in terms of what we can do with this technology,'' Horn says.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another important civil application will be to improve municipal operations through shared knowledge. For instance, municipalities within Nunavut often experience a rapid turnover of knowledgeable staff in senior level positions, particularly those that involve southerners, who only tend to stay in Nunavut for a few years. Thus, each new person, particularly in a remote community, tends to "reinvent the wheel because they don't have access to what the other municipalities are doing,'' Thomas says.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"A new senior administrative officer (SAO) in Kimmirut, for example, may have no idea how to handle water truck delivery and sewage management. They'll run into a whole series of problems that other municipalities solved long ago. If they've never done it, how do they connect with other SAOs to figure out how? The way out is to provide training opportunities for people who live there,'' and broadband access will "connect these communities via the Internet in a useful way,'' she adds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another potential application in the planning stages is to provide residents of Nunavut with a geo-science software program that will give them satellite images of the Territory, which can in turn be further scaled down in considerable detail. This is especially important in a culture whose traditional activities are intensely land-based, such as hunting and fishing. Moreover, the Inuit people must first be consulted by business and government with respect to proposed commercial activities such as mining or oil drilling because of the potential environmental impact such activities could have on animal migration routes or other matters of importance to their traditional way of life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For broadband access to ultimately succeed in Nunavut, admits Itorcheak, there will be a nurturing period involving a lot of trial and error and growing pains. "It's like with a newborn, where it takes time to learn to crawl, then to walk, then to run. Eventually people will pick up on it like they did with video and desktop conferencing. You can do a lot of different things, but it will take time,'' he says.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the process, he adds, it is important that the traditional knowledge of the Inuit culture be respected and not completely trumped by technology. For instance, no matter what computer models say, there is no substitute for the experience of hunters who've passed down oral knowledge about things such as routes to avoid because of ice shifting at various times of the year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"We've got to incorporate what we've learned about technology into our communication, but at the same time, keep in the back of our minds that we cannot abandon everything we learned from our parents and forefathers. We must also take into account traditional knowledge,'' Itorcheak says.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--end story text--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center" class="storycredit"&gt;© The Ottawa Citizen 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-112386396504433687?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/112386396504433687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/112386396504433687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2005/08/broadband-comes-to-north.html' title='Broadband comes to the North'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-112152015752809088</id><published>2005-07-16T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T06:22:37.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inuit population growing</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;Canada’s Inuit    population still growing fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;By 2017, Inuit population    will reach 68,400&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:janeg@nunatsiaq.com"&gt;JANE    GEORGE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Twelve years from now,    the face of Nunavut will look much the same as it does today: four out of five    residents will be young Inuit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;But there will be more    Inuit in Nunavut and across Canada, says a recently-released Statistics Canada    report that projects what Canada’s aboriginal population will be in 2017.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Of all the aboriginal populations    in Canada, the Inuit population is growing most rapidly. The Inuit population    will reach 68,400 in 2017 from 47,600 in 2001.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Only a major economic or    climatic change could alter these projections, said the report’s main author.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;That’s because Inuit    women have a higher birth rate and more children than any other aboriginal group    in Canada, the report says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;And fewer Inuit migrate    to other regions than other aboriginal groups, says the report, but the main    reason for the greater population increase is the high fertility rate among    Inuit women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;According to Statistics    Canada, by 2017, there will 971,200 Indians, 380,500 Métis and 68,400    Inuit in Canada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;The overall composition    of Canada’s aboriginal population would not change significantly. The majority,    68 per cent, would be North American Indian; Métis would represent 27    per cent, and Inuit about five per cent — up from 4.5 per cent in 2001.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;The study also says that    in 2017:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Inuit population will      still be the youngest of all aboriginal populations in Canada. In 2001 the      median age was 20.9. It will be 24 in 2017;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Inuit children 14 and      under will continue to represent a large share of the Inuit population. In      2017, one out of every three Inuit will be under 15; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Inuit will remain the      majority in Nunavut, with 84 per cent of the population;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Eighty-five per cent      of children in Nunavut will be Inuit;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;The number of Inuit      children in Nunavut will increase from 9,700 in 2001 to 12,300. “It seems      that early education could be a future pressure point,” the report says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;The number of aboriginal      youth in Canada aged 20 to 29 is expected to increase by 40 per cent. This      age group is projected to increase to 242,000, more than four times the projected      growth rate among the same age group in the general Canadian population.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;The number of aboriginal      seniors aged 65 and older could double, although their share of the population      would rise from only 4 per cent to 6.5 per cent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Usually statistical studies    cover longer periods of time, such as 20 years or more, but Statistics Canada    performed the analysis of information collected in the 2001 census after a request    from the Department of Heritage: the federal government wants more information    about what Canada will look like on the 150th anniversary of Confederation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-112152015752809088?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/112152015752809088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=112152015752809088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/112152015752809088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/112152015752809088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2005/07/inuit-population-growing.html' title='Inuit population growing'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-111658702948329769</id><published>2005-05-20T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T04:03:49.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunters decry caribou protection decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;IQALUIT –&lt;/b&gt; Hunters in Grise Fiord say the federal environment minister is acting too fast by calling for the Peary caribou to be protected under the Species at Risk Act.                  &lt;span class="features"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; The small caribou is found mainly in the high Arctic islands. Scientists say global warming has made it harder for the animals to feed, and they've seen a 70 per cent drop in the herd's population in some areas. Federal Environment Minister Stéphane Dion announced earlier this week that he wants the Peary caribou to be listed as endangered under the environmental protection legislation.   &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FROM MAY 18, 2005: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://north.cbc.ca/regional/servlet/View?filename=caribou-wildlife-18052005" target="_self" font="" size="2"&gt;Wildlife board clashes with minister over caribou designation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  But it has turned into another in a series of confrontations between Inuit hunters and federal officials over the listing of species under the act, with locals saying the facts aren't all in yet.                  &lt;span class="features"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; The head of the Iviq Hunters and Trappers Association in Grise Fiord, Jaypetee Akeeagok, says he's tired of people who don't live in the territory or have much contact with wildlife deciding what species are at risk.  He feels the information on the Peary caribou is still incomplete.  Akeeagok says population estimates are still underway, and a survey his community did last year hasn't been published yet. He says many hunters believe the Peary caribou are following their normal cycle, with increases some years and drops in the population during others.  Akeeagok says there still needs to be more use of &lt;i&gt;Inuit qaujimajtuqangit&lt;/i&gt;, or traditional knowledge, before listing species in Nunavut. "The people who are directly connected to the Peary caribou, who harvest them and who practically live on the same geographically area have not even been consulted," he says.  The committee that lists the species says Inuit were consulted. But the Nunavut Wildlife Management Board says it wasn't enough, and board member Harry Flaherty says the federal minister failed to send his proposed list of species to the NWMB before it went public.  "It was unfortunate this came about and we're proceeding in writing a letter to the minister regarding our concerns," he says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-111658702948329769?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/111658702948329769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=111658702948329769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/111658702948329769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/111658702948329769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2005/05/hunters-decry-caribou-protection.html' title='Hunters decry caribou protection decision'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-111408685135888899</id><published>2005-04-21T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T05:34:11.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inuit art advocate James Houston dies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; NEW LONDON, CONN. - Canadian artist James A. Houston, who helped introduce Inuit art and culture to the world during the 1950s and 1960s, has died. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Houston died Sunday at Lawrence &amp;amp; Memorial Hospital in New London, Conn., the Day newspaper reported Wednesday. He was 83.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Born in Toronto in 1921, Houston began his study of art early on. At age 11, he studied with the Group of Seven's Arthur Lismer at what is now the Art Gallery of Ontario. He later studied at the Ontario College of Art.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;After spending five years serving with the Toronto Scottish Regiment during the Second World War, Houston briefly studied in Paris before deciding to travel to the Canadian Arctic for artistic inspiration. He made his first contact with the Inuit in 1948, when they showed him their carvings. He lived among them for the next 14 years and became a civil administrator for west Baffin Island. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Houston became a major proponent of Inuit arts and culture, introducing stone, ivory and bone carvings created by local artists to the Canadian Guild of Crafts, the federal government, the Hudson's Bay Company and, eventually, the world.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;In addition to creating glass and sculptural art, Houston was a documentary filmmaker and author of numerous award-winning novels and children's books about the Inuit people and their stories. His &lt;i&gt;White Dawn&lt;/i&gt; was adapted for film in 1974. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;For the last 43 years of his life, he worked as a designer at New York City's Steuben Glass Company, where he introduced the use of gold, silver and other precious metals into the company's glass sculptures. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;In 1974, Houston was appointed an Officer of the Order of Canada for acting as a representative of Inuit artists and craftspeople and, in 1997, the Royal Canadian Geographical Society awarded him its Massey Medal.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;In 1981, Houston's son John opened the Houston North Gallery in Lunenburg, N.S. – the province where his mother, Houston's first wife, Alma, who was also an advocate of Inuit art, was born.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;According to his wishes, Houston will be cremated, with half his remains to stay with his family in Stonington, Conn., and the other half scattered over the hills of Cape Dorset off Baffin Island.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;A memorial celebration is scheduled for May 21 at Mystic Seaport, a historical museum region located 16 kilometres east of New London.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-111408685135888899?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/111408685135888899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=111408685135888899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/111408685135888899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/111408685135888899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2005/04/inuit-art-advocate-james-houston-dies.html' title='Inuit art advocate James Houston dies'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-110878978494297185</id><published>2005-02-18T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T21:09:44.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNN.com - WWF: Chemical waste�polluting�Arctic - Feb 18, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2005/TECH/science/02/18/arctic.sump.reut/index.html"&gt;CNN.com - WWF: Chemical waste�polluting�Arctic - Feb 18, 2005&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-110878978494297185?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/110878978494297185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=110878978494297185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/110878978494297185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/110878978494297185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2005/02/cnncom-wwf-chemical.html' title='CNN.com - WWF: Chemical waste�polluting�Arctic - Feb 18, 2005'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-110747353465068094</id><published>2005-02-03T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T07:44:00.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musk Oxen Sculpture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/213/3402/640/MUSKOX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/213/3402/320/MUSKOX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunning Musk Oxen sculpture 'Tenacity' 16 inches long, one piece of soapstone with horns carved from genuine Walrus tusk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sculpture by Jim&lt;br /&gt;http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-110747353465068094?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/110747353465068094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=110747353465068094&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/110747353465068094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/110747353465068094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2005/02/musk-oxen-sculpture-for-sale.html' title='Musk Oxen Sculpture'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-110747214622074849</id><published>2005-02-03T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T07:44:28.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Polar Bear sculpture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/213/3402/800/Nanuk_Polar_Bear.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/213/3402/320/Nanuk_Polar_Bear.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SOLD:&lt;/span&gt; 'Nanuk' Polar Bear in beautiful white Alabaster stone. 9 inches in length.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sculpture by Jim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-110747214622074849?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/110747214622074849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=110747214622074849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/110747214622074849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/110747214622074849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2005/02/polar-bear-sculpture-for-sale.html' title='Polar Bear sculpture'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-110746744702455543</id><published>2005-02-03T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T13:50:47.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arctic Ozone Hole </title><content type='html'>Arctic ozone hole may open wider, scientists warn&lt;br /&gt;Last Updated Tue, 01 Feb 2005 18:56:23 EST&lt;br /&gt;CBC News&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IQALUIT - Unusually cold temperatures above the Arctic could cause a record loss of ozone over the Arctic this year, increasing the danger from ultraviolet radiation, European scientists warn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temperatures in the stratosphere – about eight kilometres above the Earth's surface – have plunged much lower than normal in the last two months and the ozone layer that shields the planet is already being affected, the European Commission scientists say.&lt;br /&gt;Widening holes in the ozone layer could let more UV radiation hit bears and other creatures in polar regions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ozone depletion is usually blamed on chlorofluorocarbons, or CFCs, but scientists are pinning this year's loss on unusual cloud formations caused by the frigid weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We get a lot of these polar stratospheric clouds forming, but the problem is they accelerate, or lead to ozone depletion," said Dr. Neil Harris of Cambridge University in England, who heads the international team of scientists monitoring the ozone layer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the subnormal temperatures continue until spring, it could lead to the biggest loss of ozone in more than 50 years, Harris warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's the big 'if' here," he said. "But if it stays cold – and there's no sign of it warming up in our 10-day forecasts – then these large losses are very likely to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At particular altitudes, it would be 50, 60, 70 per cent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harris said the greatest loss in ozone would likely occur above the Arctic Circle, posing more health hazards for people and animals there. They're already exposed to higher than average ultraviolet radiation, which has been linked to a rise in some types of skin cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there's a debate over what caused the low temperatures, Harris is one of many scientists who blame global warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just as the polar regions are probably most affected by climate change at the ground, there may well be a strong link in the upper atmosphere, as well." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-110746744702455543?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/110746744702455543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=110746744702455543&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/110746744702455543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/110746744702455543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2005/02/arctic-ozone-hole.html' title='Arctic Ozone Hole '/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-110416238854971830</id><published>2004-12-27T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T07:48:13.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunavut woman reaches South Pole</title><content type='html'>Nunavut woman reaches South Pole&lt;br /&gt;Last Updated Fri, 24 Dec 2004 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOUTH POLE - A Nunavut woman and her two grown-up children reached the South Pole on Thursday after a trek of nearly 1,100 kilometres, setting a new record along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matty McNair, a U.S. citizen who makes Iqaluit her home, became the first female resident of Canada to reach the South Pole on foot without help when her team reached the bottom of the world at about 3 p.m. EST on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel exhilarated and exhausted both," said McNair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McNair made the 1,085 km trek from Hercules Inlet on the edge of Antarctica to the Pole with her children Eric and Sarah Landry, 20 and 18 respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group, which also included British couple Conrad and Hilary Dickinson, set out on skis Nov. 1, dragging their supplies on sleds and received no help along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I cannot believe we're here. It still amazes me and it's been such an incredible journey to do this with my kids," said McNair, who in 1997 led the first women's expedition to the North Pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the South Pole, the team plans to set another record in their return to Hercules Inlet, making their expedition the longest foot journey on the southern continent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hope to make the return trip in 25 days by using kites to pull them across the ice. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-110416238854971830?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/110416238854971830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=110416238854971830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/110416238854971830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/110416238854971830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/12/nunavut-woman-reaches-south-pole.html' title='Nunavut woman reaches South Pole'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-110357307552815110</id><published>2004-12-20T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T10:25:13.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inuit Climate rights</title><content type='html'>Canadian-led global Inuit group seeks link between rights and climate change&lt;br /&gt;BOB WEBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CP) - A Canadian-led international Inuit group is beginning legal procedures to convince a major international organization that global warming violates their human rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The destruction of Inuit hunting culture through climate change caused by emission of greenhouse gases is a violation of the human rights of Inuit," said Sheila Watt-Cloutier, president of the Inuit Circumpolar Conference. "This is rather new to the international world, but I think we're breaking new ground here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking from Buenos Aires, Argentina, where she was to address a UN-sponsored conference on climate change Friday, Watt-Cloutier said her group will ask an arm of the Organization of American States to rule on the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Inter-American Commission on Human Rights has no enforcement power. But a ruling in favour of the Inuit could bolster their case - especially against countries such as the United States, which have signed on to the Organization of American States but have been reluctant to take action against climate change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because they signed on, they have assumed certain obligations they must uphold, and the commission and international law have shown that those obligations translate into respect for human rights," said Paul Crowley, lawyer for the Inuit group, which represents 155,000 Inuit around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're looking at what may be a small jump, but a jump that is ready to be made, in terms of environmental security and international law and international human rights."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowley said a positive ruling from the commission, which has been in existence since 1948, would give the Inuit a greater presence and voice at international conferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is a well-respected commission that does make decisions that enter into the body of international law," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You win in terms of credibility into global negotiations such as those that are happening here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowley noted that out of the two weeks of discussion at the current UN Framework Convention on Climate Change, only a few three-minute blocks were given to aboriginal groups to explain how they are being affected by global warming. The Inuit Circumpolar Conference was given one of those blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The petition to the Inter-American Commission will take a while to complete, Crowley said. Interviews in Inuit communities will be conducted this winter and the document could be ready by the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watt-Cloutier, a Canadian who lives in Iqaluit, said studies suggest the Inuit way of life could be wiped out by global warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here we are, Inuit of the world who have lived in harmony with our surroundings, and we're being bombarded by toxins," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now our climate and our environment is being impacted. What recourse do we have to tell the world to stop?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© The Canadian Press, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/213/3402/320/Nanuk_Polar_Bear.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-110357307552815110?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/110357307552815110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=110357307552815110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/110357307552815110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/110357307552815110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/12/inuit-climate-rights.html' title='Inuit Climate rights'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-109655642530327066</id><published>2004-09-30T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T08:00:25.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legend of the Giant</title><content type='html'> 	The Legend of the Giant&lt;br /&gt; 	“In the land of the Inukjuangmiut there once lived a giant who captured an Inuit hunter and carried him off inland&lt;br /&gt; 	on his back. It was a long journey and the hunter contrived by various means to tire his captor so that the time&lt;br /&gt; 	came when the giant was forced to lie down and rest. Once he was asleep, the hunter saw his chance, hacked&lt;br /&gt; 	off the giant's head and made his escape.&lt;br /&gt; 	But the giant's wife gave chase and caught up with the hunter. When she struck out at him he dodged behind&lt;br /&gt; 	a rock and her blow smote the rock, splitting it in two. From the crack poured a mighty torrent of water that soon&lt;br /&gt; 	formed a river. The woman, exhausted from the chase, stopped to drink from it and drank so much that she burst.&lt;br /&gt; 	Thus did the Inuit hunter overcome his enemies and return to his family.&lt;br /&gt; 	The river, which flows to this day, is called Inukjuak – the Giant. The settlement at it's mouth takes the same name&lt;br /&gt; 	and those who live there are known as Inukjuangmiut – the People of the Inukjuak”. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-109655642530327066?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/109655642530327066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=109655642530327066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109655642530327066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109655642530327066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/09/legend-of-giant.html' title='The Legend of the Giant'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-109620661058768547</id><published>2004-09-26T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T06:50:10.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inupiat of Northern Alaska Part L</title><content type='html'>  &lt;div class="moz-text-html" lang="x-western"&gt;     &lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;dt&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;h3&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#0000ff;"&gt;Native American  Recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;h3&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;Boiled Salmon-Guts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#800000;"&gt;Mestag.ilaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;After the woman has cut open the silver-salmon  caught by her husband by trolling, she squeezes out the food that is in the  stomach, and the slime that is on the gills. She turns the stomach inside out;  and when she has cleaned many, she takes a kettle and pours water into it.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;When the kettle is half full of water, she puts  the stomach of the silver-salmon into it. After they are all in she puts the  kettle on the fire; and when it is on the fire, she takes her tongs and stirs  them. When (the contents) begin to boil, she stops stirring. The reason for  stirring is to make the stomachs hard before the water gets too hot; for if they  do not stir them, they remain soft and tough, and are not hard. Then the woman  always takes up one of (the stomachs) with the tongs; and when she can hold it  in the tongs, it is done; but when it is slippery, it is not done. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(When it is done,) she takes off the fire what she  is cooking. It is said that if, in cooking it, it stays on the fire too long, it  gets slippery. Then she will pour it away outside of the house, for it is not  good if it is that way. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;If it should be eaten when it is boiled too long,  (those who eat it) could keep it only a short time. They would vomit. Therefore  they watch it carefully. When it is done, the woman takes her dishes and her  spoons, and she puts them down at the place where she is seated; but her husband  invites whomever he wants to invite. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;When the guests come in, his wife takes a large  ladle and dips the liquid out of the kettle into the dishes. When they are half  full of the liquid of what she has been cooking, she takes the tongs and takes  out the boiled stomachs and puts them into the dishes. When all the dishes are  full, she takes food-mats and spreads them in front of the guests. Finally she  takes the dishes and places them in front of the guests. There is one dish for  every four guests. Then she gives a spoon to each guest. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Water is never given with this, and they never  pour oil on it, for oil does not agree with the boiled stomach; and therefore  also they do not drink water before they eat it, for it makes those who eat it  thirsty. Then they eat with spoons; and after they have eaten, the host takes  the dishes and puts them down at the place where his wife sits. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Then he takes water and gives it to them. Then  they rinse their mouths on account of the salty taste, for the boiled stomach is  really salt. After rinsing the mouth, they drink some water; and after drinking,  they go out of the house. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;This finishes what I have to say about the cooking  of various kinds of salmon. They never sing when eating steamed salmon-heads or  boiled salmon-heads, or when they eat boiled stomachs, for these are eaten  quickly when they first go trolling silver-salmon. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The stomach of the dog-salmon is not  eaten when it is first caught at the mouth of the river, nor when it is caught  on the upper part of the rivers; but they boil the heads when it is caught in  the upper part of the river, also those of the humpback-salmon. At last it is  finished.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;strong&gt;visit: Jim's Soapstone Carvings at &lt;a href="http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji"&gt;http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!-- |**|end egp html banner|**| --&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-109620661058768547?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/109620661058768547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=109620661058768547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109620661058768547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109620661058768547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/09/inupiat-of-northern-alaska-part-l.html' title='The Inupiat of Northern Alaska Part L'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-109620587116155113</id><published>2004-09-26T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T06:37:51.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inupiat of Northern Alaska Part K</title><content type='html'>  &lt;div class="moz-text-html" lang="x-western"&gt;     &lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still, if cooperation remained an important value  for most families in the 1950s and early 60s, the increased geographical  mobility of village residents reduced the opportunity for its active expression.  In families where traditional subsistence pursuits were regularly followed,  expectations regarding labor exchange, borrowing, and sharing continued to be  reinforced. Men hunted together and shared their catch. Women assisted each  other with baby tending, carrying water, and similar household-related  responsibilities. Members of related families helped each other too,  constructing, repairing, and painting houses, borrowing another's boat, sled or  dogs, and sharing the use of electric generators. However, as more individuals  left their communities for seasonal or year-round employment elsewhere, this  cooperative pattern became steadily harder to follow. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the mid-1960s, seasonal migration was evident in  all Arctic villages. Men left home for summer jobs as soon as spring seal  hunting was over in early June. Many sought jobs in central and southern Alaska,  or at one of the numerous military sites scattered throughout the newly-formed  State. Often they were hired as common laborers or cannery workers, although a  few became skilled carpenters, heavy equipment operators, fire fighters, and  mechanics. Those joining a union found summer jobs through the employment office  in Fairbanks, thereby enabling them to leave directly for their work site.  Working "outside" also brought expections that at least part of the wages would  be sent home, an arrangement that was upheld by older married men far more often  than by younger single adults. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In other villages like Barrow and Kaktovik, jobs  were available locally. But even here, the nature of the work left men  inadequate amounts of time to engage in subsistence hunting and fishing. Working  a six-day week, few individuals could give more than minimal assistance to  others and therefore, could expect little in return. With sufficient cash income  to purchase most of their food and other required goods, it might have been  possible to share these items with the fulltime hunter in exchange for fresh  meat, fish, and other traditional food products. But this modern version of  reciprocal exchange was unusual, and the transaction most often occurred through  the medium of the village Native store. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Many Inupiat expressed great  concern over this turn of events; on the one hand wanting the material  advantages of a good cash income, and on the other, disliking the penalty that  it seemed to require. As the importance of the extended family continued to  decline, further reductions in the traditional patterns of cooperation occurred.  Could the expression of this value find another institutional base outside the  extended family? Non-kin based institutions carrying the greatest meaning for  the majority of adult Inupiat were the Christian churches. Here, members  contributed freely of their time and energy in support of numerous religious  activities ranging from weekday services and mother's club meetings to summer  bible schools. Similar efforts were put into the maintainance of church  buildings, missionary residences, and the like. But few thought such collective  endeavors could replace the deteriorating cooperative ties linking families and  generations together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;!-- |**|end egp html banner|**| --&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-109620587116155113?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/109620587116155113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=109620587116155113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109620587116155113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109620587116155113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/09/inupiat-of-northern-alaska-part-k.html' title='The Inupiat of Northern Alaska Part K'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-109620580540712331</id><published>2004-09-26T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T06:36:45.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inupiat of Northern Alaska Part J</title><content type='html'>  &lt;div class="moz-text-html" lang="x-western"&gt;     &lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While these comments reflect an especially strong  alienation derived in large part from his acceptance of Euro-American  stereotypes learned during his life in the "States," many youths in the 1960s  showed lessened regard for old Inupiat ways; and after leaving home, simply  ignored the traditional pressures to conform. When their actions disrupted  village life, as was the case of individuals who became aggressive after  drinking, they might be brought before the village council. But the  effectiveness of the council as a deterrent depended largely on the prestige of  the councilors, their previous experience, the type of problem brought before  them, and the degree of support given by local Whites. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few village councils such as the one at Point Hope  were organized as early as the 1920s when they were encouraged by resident  missionaries. But at best they were only nominally effective. The only  significant legal authority they had was the ability to file a complaint with  the U.S. Marshall. The major impetus for the development of local  self-government - Euro-American style - on the North Slope came in the mid-1930s  after governmental responsibility for the Inupiat had been placed under the  jurisdiction of the Bureau of Indian Affairs; although one or more councils were  organized as early as the teens farther south in the Kotzebue area. With the  passing of the Indian Reorganization Act [IRA], the Inupiat and other Native  Americans were urged to draft village constitutions and bylaws, ratify them by  majority vote, and submit them for approval to the U. S. Secretary of the  Interior. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By 1960, all Inupiat villages with a population of  100 or more had some form of self-government. Most were organized formally with  an elected president, vice-president, secretary, treasurer, and several  councilors. They met at regular intervals and took action on such common  problems as supervising the operation of Native cooperative stores, spring  village cleanup, promoting civic improvements, and making and enforcing local  regulations. In every instance, elected officials were Inupiat men.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One difficult problem facing the councilors was that  of coordinating community activity, such as village cleanup. Not only did these  village leaders have to contend with lack of precedent, but they had to be  careful not to identify themselves too closely with White power figures for fear  that other village members would conclude they no longer represented Inupiat  needs and interests. Leaders who ceased sharing the norms, objectives, and  aspirations of the larger group ceased being leaders. Nor could they assume an  authoritarian or aggressive stance in their actions for such behavior went  directly against traditional Inupiat values. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An illustration of how these factors resulted in the  replacement of a village leader at Point Hope is reflected in the efforts to  build a community-wide electric power plant. Most local residents were in favor  of obtaining a power plant, but they had little knowledge of how to implement  such a plan. Nevertheless, with the urging of the council president,  arrangements were made and the plant constructed. Problems arose immediately,  most of them linked to monthly charges each family had to pay for electricity.  Locally designated "bill collectors" refused to press for these payments, at  which point the council president, faced with the possibility of backruptcy,  aggresssively reminded the villagers of what happens to White Americans who  refused to pay their bills. Although the installation of meters eventually  resolved the immediate financial problem, this leader lost much of his influence  and was not re-elected to the council. Similar problems emerged elsewhere at  this time as the primary qualification for election to village councils began  shifting from older prestigous community leaders who had the respect of the  community to younger, more educated, individuals who had the ability to speak  and write good English, but little other knowledge or experience.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it was in the area of law enforcement that the  councils faced their greatest dilemma. Having established regulations against  the importation of intoxicating beverages, the members had no way of enforcing  their rulings. The same problem occurred with gambling, curfews, and the  confinement of dogs. With the exception of Barrow, by 1960, no community had  obtained sufficient funds to hire an outside law enforcement officer - and few  local local Whites, even if requested, had any interest in becoming involved in  such a responsibility. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When an individual disregarded a local regulation,  he or she was usually approached by a council member, reminded of the ruling,  and told to conform. If the individual persisted, the person was brought before  the council and asked to account for the behavior. This practice was most  effective with village youths, but was pursued with adults as well. For more  serious offenses like minor theft, a combination of council and family pressures  would be applied to the offender who was usually a teenager. Before the 1960s,  theft was uncommon among the Inupiat, and adults spoke of this misdemeanor with  strong feelings of indignation. However, by this time the problem had become of  sufficient concern that in most Arctic villages, householders locked their doors  on leaving home for any length of time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The issues which the councilors were the least able  to resolve concerned drinking and the curfew. Although liquor was forbidden by  local ordinances, the moderate drinkers were seldom criticized as long as they  indulged in the quiet of their own homes. Beer and alcohol were obtained by air  freight from Fairbanks, through a resident White, or from a friend recently  returned from the "outside." Drinking was considered a problem when it resulted  in such open hostility as destruction of property, picking a fight, or  wife-beating. There were also instances of young Inupiat who under the influence  of liquor, killed the lead dog of another hunter, destroyed furniture and other  household items, and broke into government buildings for purposes of theft.  Generally, under such circumstances, public opinion did not support taking firm  sanctions against the offender. This was largely due the Inupiat perception that  those who drank were not responsible for their actions - and thus, couldn't be  held accountable. That is, "being drunk" was not only an explanation for  damaging behavior, it was also a justifiable excuse. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Given this increase in social  problems, the Inupiat remained committed to a common set of cooperative  standards covering a wide range of behavior, and, with relatively few  exceptions, actively conformed to these standards. In the villages, there was no  overall sense of lawlessness, no rampant vandalism, delinquency, crime, sexual  misconduct, or alcoholism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;!-- |**|end egp html banner|**| --&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-109620580540712331?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/109620580540712331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=109620580540712331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109620580540712331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109620580540712331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/09/inupiat-of-northern-alaska-part-j.html' title='The Inupiat of Northern Alaska Part J'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-109620569435816622</id><published>2004-09-26T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T06:34:54.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inupiat of Northern Alaska Part I</title><content type='html'>  &lt;div class="moz-text-html" lang="x-western"&gt;     &lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;Law and Social  Control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Traditional Inupiat society has always characterized  as having few social institutions beyond the family. Thus, in many respects,  settlements and villages represented a community of interest rather than a  corporate unit. Since there was no political organization, various social  sanctions, customary law, common goals and norms had to provide the essential  fabric of settled life. Individuals had great freedom of choice in their  actions, but their security lay in cooperating and sharing with one another.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nonconforming individuals, such as an aggressive  bully or persistent womanizer, presented a continual problem in these  localities. If nonconformists could not be curbed by the actions of kin or the  force of public opinion, the one remaining alternative was to exclude them from  participation in the community's economic and social life - a rather effective  sanction given the unpredictable conditions of Arctic life. If severe  interpersonal conflicts arose between one or more members of different kin  groups, the villagers were faced with a serious dilemma, for there was no  available technique for resolving feuds once they had begun. It was not until  long after the government had assigned U.S. marshals to police this northern  area that interfamily feuds resulting in bloodshed disappeared entirely.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As long as Inupiat economic and social security  depended on the assistance and support of others, gossip, ridicule, and  ostracism was quite effective in ensuring conformity to group norms. Inupiat  socialization, emphasizing as it did rapid fulfillment of the child's needs and  wants, freedom of action in many spheres, early participation in adult-like  responsibilities with appropriate recognition for achievement, and the rejection  of violence in any form, also encouraged the formation of a conforming rather  than a rebellious personality type. However, this method of social control was  considerably weakened when family groups became less cohesive, when greater  opportunities for wage labor brought increased economic independence, and when  substantial value conflicts began occurring between generations. All these  trends had become fully developed by the early 1960s. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Given these changes, it was hardly surprising that  traditional mechanisms of social control soon lost much of their effectiveness.  One teenager from Barrow summed up this perspective in his comments on the  strict curfew in effect at Wainwright in 1961: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I visited the village, I didn't know    about the midnight curfew for young people. I went out until about three in    the morning with a local girl. I went out late the next night and on the    following day a village council member spoke to me at the post office about    the curfew. I told him I was a visitor from Barrow and I shouldn't have to    obey the curfew. He said I did, but I kept going out late anyway. Finally, the    whole council called me in and told me I could not go out after twelve o'clock    anymore, and I said, "This is America, not Russia and I can go out as much as    I like." The council didn't like that, but there was nothing they could do. I    left soon afterwards, though. That Wainwright is a strict place.    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a similar visit to Kaktovik, this same youth  gave further insight into the reasons behind his negative attitude toward the  more isolated Inupiat villages: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After living in the    States, I can't stand this place for very long. The people here, they don't    know what it is like outside. Some of the boys brag about how good they are,    but I just keep quiet, laughing inside. They haven't seen anything like I    have. And another thing, they don't have any respect for privacy. Why, they    just come into your house without being invited and drink your coffee, or    anything. The people at Barrow don't do things like that. They have much    better manners and aren't so backward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;!-- |**|end egp html banner|**| --&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-109620569435816622?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/109620569435816622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=109620569435816622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109620569435816622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109620569435816622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/09/inupiat-of-northern-alaska-part-i.html' title='The Inupiat of Northern Alaska Part I'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-109620559062339293</id><published>2004-09-26T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T06:33:10.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inupiat of Northern Alaska Part H</title><content type='html'>  &lt;div class="moz-text-html" lang="x-western"&gt;     &lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally, they came back up and the man saw an igloo  along the edge of the ice pack. Then went inside and the man saw another bear  with a spear in his haunch. The first bear said, "If you can take that spear out  of the bear and make him well, you will become a good hunter." The man broke off  the shaft, eased the spear point out of the bear's haunch, and the wound began  to heal. Then the first bear took off his bearskin "parka" and became a man.  After the wound was healed completely, the bear-man put back on his bearskin  "parka," told the poor hunter to climb on his back and close his eyes, and  together they went back into the sea. When the bear finally stopped, he asked  the man to open his eyes. Looking around, the man realized he had been returned  to the spot from which he began his journey. He thought he had only been gone a  day, but on arriving home, he found that he had been away a month. From then on,  the man was always a good hunter. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In this, as in many other myths, spirits of animals  represented the controlling powers. Essentially, the Inupiat perception of the  universe was one in which the various supernatural forces were largely hostile  toward human beings. By means of ritual and magic, however, the Inupiat could  influence the supernatural forces toward a desired end - be it influencing the  weather and food supply, ensuring protection against illness, or curing illness  when it struck. The power to influence these events came from the use of charms,  amnulets, and magical formulas, observance of taboos, and the practice of  sorcery. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although all individuals had access to supernatural  power, some were considered to be especially endowed. With proper training,  these individuals could become a practicing shaman, or &lt;em&gt;angatqaq&lt;/em&gt;. The  Inupiat angatqaq was a dominant personality and powerful leader. Due to their  great intimacy with the world of the supernatural they were considered  particularly well qualified to cure the sick, control the forces of nature, and  predict future events. At the same time, they were also believed to have the  power to bring illness, either to avenge some actual or imagined wrong, or to  profit materially from its subsequent cure. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Inupiat of this region traditionally saw illness  as resulting from one or two major causes: the loss of one's soul or the  intrusion of a foreign object. A person's soul could wander away during one's  sleep, be taken away by a malevolent shaman, or leave because the individual  failed to follow certain restrictions placed on her or him by a shaman or the  culture in general. Illness caused by intrusion was usually the work of a  hostile shaman, but in either case, an effective cure for a serious illness  could only be achieved through the services of a competent Native curer.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although shamans had extensive powers, lay Inupiat  were not without their own sources of supernatural influence. By means of  various songs, charms, magical incantations, and even names, individuals could  ensure the desired end. The acquisition of these instruments of supernatural  power came through inheritance, purchase, or trade, with charms and songs  changing hands most easily and often. The major difference between the shaman  and the lay Inupiat was the greater degree of supernatural power assumed to be  held by the former. The shaman did have one particular advantage, however -  access to a &lt;em&gt;tuungaq&lt;/em&gt; - or "helping spirit." Similar to the concept of  guardian spirit found throughout many Native American groups, the tuungaq was  commonly an animal spirit, often a land mammal that could be called upon at any  time to assist the shaman. When it was to the shaman's advantage, it was  believed that he might turn himself into the animal represented by the spirit.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The influence of the shaman began to decline  following the arrival of White whalers who, without regard for the numerous  taboos rigidly enforced by the Inupiat shamans, consistently killed large  numbers of whales. Native converts to Christianity, holding the bible aloft,  also flaunted traditional taboos without suffering, By the early 1960s,  shamanism was rarely if ever practiced in northern Alaska. This does not mean,  however, that individuals once known to be shamans, or capable of becoming  shamans, were ignored. On the contrary, the Inupiat felt quite uneasy about such  people. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At this time, the Presbyterian, Catholic, and  Episcopal churches on the North Slope had been joined by several new  denominations including the Assembly of God in Barrow and Kaktovik and, to a  lesser extent, the Evangelical Friends in the area of Point Hope. All of these  church groups stressed the efficacy of prayer - that is, the immediate  intervention of God in daily affairs. This intervention was usually asked in two  major areas: hunting and health. The churches preached that God could heal  directly, although the evangelical churches put forward this doctrine more  forcefully. Presbyterians, for example, used prayer as a supplement to medicine  whereas the Assembly of God members frequently reversed the emphasis. In the  Presbyterian church, the minister or congregation as a whole might be asked to  pray for an ill member. In the Assembly of God church, any small group of  members regardless of status were commonly called upon to help "lay on [healing]  hands" when someone was sick. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prior to the arrival of the  evangelical missionaries, each village had one established church. There is  little question that the homogeneity of religious belief arising from this  arrangement encouraged a sense of identity within the village as well as with  the Judeo-Christian world. Regular services brought together most village  residents in a common ritual. The establishment of local church offices provided  a structure for the emergence of new leaders. And a common doctrine set a  standard by which Inupiat could measure their own religious and moral behavior.  So too, resentment against others within our outside the community found  expression in the act of refusing to attend church - an action that was quite  effective since attendance at that time was one of the few activities expected  of all village residents. Only salaried employees could be considered exempt,  and even then, the more religious felt considerable qualms about working on the  Sabbath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;!-- |**|begin egp html banner|**| --&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#ffffcc"&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;!-- |**|end egp html banner|**| --&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-109620559062339293?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/109620559062339293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=109620559062339293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109620559062339293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109620559062339293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/09/inupiat-of-northern-alaska-part-h.html' title='The Inupiat of Northern Alaska Part H'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-109620548312943725</id><published>2004-09-26T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T06:31:23.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inupiat of Northern Alaska Part G</title><content type='html'>  &lt;div class="moz-text-html" lang="x-western"&gt;     &lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Following a period of general relaxation, informal conversation, and  further serving of meat and tea, the nalukatak skin ["skin for tossing"] was  brought out. Of all the Inupiat ceremonial customs, the nalukatak or "blanket  toss" is probably the most well known to Euro-Americans; and it was an exciting  event to watch.  &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After bringing out a skin [made by sewing numerous walrus hides  together], thirty or more Inupiat took their places in a circle, grasping firmly  with both hands the rope handgrips or rolled edge. The object of the game was to  toss a person into the air as high as possible - sometimes reaching more than  twenty feet. Such people were expected to keep their balance and return upright  to the blanket. Especially skilled individuals might do turns and flips. Usually  the first to be tossed were the successful umialit. In earlier days, while high  in the air, they were expected to throw out gifts of baleen, tobacco and other  items to the crowd. More recently, candy has been used as a substitute. Once an  individual lost her or his footing, another took a turn until all had a chance  to participate. &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the late afternoon or evening, a dance was scheduled. When a  permanent dance floor or temporary board platform had been made ready, five or  ten male drummers, supported by a chorus of men and women, announced the  beginning of the dance. The first dance, called the &lt;em&gt;umialikit&lt;/em&gt;, was  obligatory for the umialik, his wife and crew. All other crew members then  danced in turn, followed by other men and women in the village. The affair  usually lasted well into the night. &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christian and national holidays, including Thanksgiving, Christmas,  New Year's Day, Easter, and Independence Day, were actively celebrated by the  Inupiat as well.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;dt&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#800000;"&gt;Religion and Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;At this time, contradictions between traditional  Inupiat beliefs and those of Christianity were given little direct attention.  Most adult villagers considered themselves to be staunch supporters of  Christianity. But they also held other beliefs that they knew EuroAmericans  didn't share - and thus were cautious about discussing them with outsiders.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;One way to learn about earlier Inupiat religious  beliefs was to ask the elders to relate legends that had passed down from  generation to generation. A well-known story shared by an elderly Barrow  resident illustrates the animistic nature of Inupiat religion: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once there was a poor hunter.    He always went out but never got anything. Finally, one day he saw a polar    bear. As he crawled toward it over the ice, the bear said to him, "Don't shoot    me. If you follow me and do what I say, I will make it so you will always be    able to get whatever animals you think about." The bear told the man to climb    on his back and close his eyes. "Do not open them until I tell you to." Then,    the man and the bear went down into the sea a long way. "Do not open your    eyes," the bear reminded him.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;!-- |**|end egp html banner|**| --&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-109620548312943725?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/109620548312943725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=109620548312943725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109620548312943725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109620548312943725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/09/inupiat-of-northern-alaska-part-g.html' title='The Inupiat of Northern Alaska Part G'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-109620535936480085</id><published>2004-09-26T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T06:29:19.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inupiat of Northern Alaska Part F</title><content type='html'>  &lt;div class="moz-text-html" lang="x-western"&gt;   &lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All Inupiat children from six to sixteen were required to attend  local Bureau of Indian Affairs [BIA] schools. Parents generally agreed that  school was a necessary part of the modern child's education, and children  themselves enjoyed the contrast of school and home. Still, the themes addressed  in the classroom differed markedly from those of everyday Inupiat life, and many  a youth would have preferred lessons in hunting and skin sewing to those in  arithmetic, geography, social studies, and English. Nor did they see much  benefit in following newly arrived BIA teachers admonitions that they learn to  "Be prompt," Work hard to achieve success," Learn the values of banking and  budgeting," and particularly "Keep clean," for such middle class American values  had little meaning for life at home. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;dt&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="mailbox:///C%7C/WINDOWS/Application%20Data/Mozilla/Profiles/default/grbj73vm.slt/Mail/pop1.sympatico.ca/Inbox?number=305617512&amp;part=1.2&amp;amp;filename=aktribesMapalaska.gif" alt="" hspace="0" align="bottom" border="0" datasize="13046" xwidth="400" xheight="291" id="MA1.1095758690" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/dt&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;dt&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beyond Kin: Social and Cultural  Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although the core of aboriginal Inupiat life centered  around the nuclear and extended family, the relationship was continually  reinforced by patterns of mutual aid and reciprocal obligation. Beyond the  immediate circle of kin, there existed additional social groups, some of which  were kin-based and others which were not. Joking partners, for example were  usually cross-cousins. Hunting partners were often related, though not always.  The &lt;em&gt;qargi&lt;/em&gt; club houses, primarily used by extended families for  educational and ceremonial purposes, also served as socializing centers for  unrelated others. In the large whaling community of Barrow, there were once  three &lt;em&gt;qargit&lt;/em&gt;, each linked with a whaling captain [&lt;em&gt;umialik&lt;/em&gt;] and  his crew, although additional family members and their wives were not excluded.  It was through participation in institutions such as the qargi that the Inupiat  developed a larger sense of identity with a particular locality or settlement.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At one time, the qargi was the meeting place of one of  the most important aboriginal festivals held on the North Slope - the Messenger  Feast. Usually organized in December, it was a ceremony with both social and  economic significance. In early winter, an umialik of a given settlement sent  messegers to a nearby locality to invite its residents to participate in an  economic exchange. Because of the effort that had to be expended, no one group  could afford to give such a feast each year. The choice of the invited  settlement was based on the number of trading partners involved and the length  of time lapsed since the previous invitation. Elaborate gift exchange between  residents added to the development of inter-community solidarity, as did the  opportunity for distant kin to re-establish social and economic ties while  participating in the activities of the feast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the early 1960s, neither the qargi ceremonial centers  nor the Messenger Feast were significant community institutions on the North  Slope. No qargi remained at Barrow or Wainwright, and at Point Hope the two  qargit were only meaningful in so far as they affected the patterning of the  Christmas and spring whaling feasts. Similarly, only a vestige of the  Messenger Feast  was held between Christmas and New Year's Day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The one important traditional ceremony still actively  participated in through the 1960s [and continuing to the present] was the  &lt;em&gt;nalukatak&lt;/em&gt;, or spring whaling festival. Arrangements for this  celebration, which took place at the end of the whaling season, were made by the  successful umialiks and their families. If no whales were caught, there was no  ceremony. Formerly, the festival took place in the qargi of the successful  umialik. One of its purposes was to propitiate the spirits of the deceased  whales and ensure through magical means the success of future hunting seasons. A  modern adaptation of this religious belief is seen on those occasions when  Christian prayers of thanksgiving are recited during the ceremony.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the day chosen for the event, every boat crew that  had killed one or more whales during the season hauled their umiaq out of the  sea and dragged them to the ceremonial site. The boats were then turned on their  side to serve as windbreaks and temporary shelter for the participants, and  braced with paddles or forked sticks. Masts were erected at the bow and from the  top were flown the small bright-colored flags of each umialik. Before Christian  teaching changed the practice, the captain placed his hunting charms and amulets  on these masts. When the site had been arranged completely and a prayer given,  the families of the umialik cut off the flukes and other choice sections of a  whale, and distributed them along with tea, buscuits, and other food to all  invited guests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;!-- |**|end egp html banner|**| --&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-109620535936480085?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/109620535936480085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=109620535936480085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109620535936480085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109620535936480085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/09/inupiat-of-northern-alaska-part-f.html' title='The Inupiat of Northern Alaska Part F'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-109620530549300517</id><published>2004-09-26T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T06:28:25.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inupiat of Northern Alaska Part E</title><content type='html'>  &lt;div class="moz-text-html" lang="x-western"&gt;     &lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Young girls, and to a lesser extent young boys,  learned techniques of butchering while on hunting trips with older siblings and  adults. In most instances, however, neither girls nor boys became at all  proficient in this skill until their late-teens or early twenties. Prior to  complusory school attendance and the hospitalization of large numbers of youths  for tuberculosis, such knowledge was attained at an earlier age. A girl,  especially, learned butchering as a young teenager since this skill was  essential in attracting a good husband. But by the 1960s, it was more likely to  be picked up after marriage - and not always then.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;dt&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still, while a gender division of labor among youths was clearly  recognized by the Inupiat, it was far from rigid. Boys occasionally swept up the  house and helped with cooking. Girls and their mothers went on fishing and duck  hunting trips; and sometimes caribou hunting as well. Thus, among the youths,  each gender learned that it could assume the reponsibilities of the other when  the occasion arose, albeit in an auxilary role. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siblings played together more happily than is often the case in  American society, but sibling rivalry was not completely absent. Hostility was  generally expressed by tattling or engaging in some form of minor physical  abuse. However, anyone indulging in hard pushing, elbowing, pinching, or hitting  was told immediately to stop. Rather than fight back, the injured party was more  likely to request help from an older sibling or near adult. Verbal abuse was  also rare. &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By contrast, competiveness, derived from pride of achievement or  skill attainment, characterized many children's activities. In games involving  athletic prowess, a child would say, "Look how far I can throw the stone,"  rather than "I can throw the stone farther than you." When rivalry was more  direct, it was expected that the game be undertaken in good spirit and the  skills of one participant not be flouted at the expense of the other. Aggressive  competitiveness was explicitly condemned, as when a father childed his son, "Why  you always wanting to win?" &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only very young children limited their play to those of like age.  After reaching five or six, the age range of playmates widened considerably.  Team games such as "Eskimo football," were particularly popular and had as  participants children of both sexes ranging in age from five to twelve. The game  combined elements of soccer and `keepaway,'and when played by older boys,  elements of rugby as well. It was not until adolescence that a young person  actively set herself or himself apart from other children. Youths of this age  group briefly watched youngsters play volleyball or some other game, but seldom  participated. Adults encouraged this separation, and when they saw a teen-age  boy or girl playing with younger children, they would say, "That person is a  little slow in his [or her] development." &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many other popular games were played as well. Some, involving feats  of skill and strength such as hand wrestling, have had a long history among the  Inupiat. Others such as kick-the-can, volleyball, and board games like monopoly  and scrabble, were introduced by Whites. Still other games combined elements of  both. &lt;em&gt;Haku&lt;/em&gt;, an Inupiat team game in which the object was to make the  members of the opposite team laugh, included the offering of amusing portraits  of Hawaiian and Spanish dances, done, if possible, with a straight face. A few  traditional Inupiat games like &lt;em&gt;putigarok&lt;/em&gt;, a form of tag where the  person who was "it" tried to touch another on the same spot on the body in which  he or she was tagged, closely resembled the western game of tag. Some children  occasionally played a fantasy game called "polar bear" in which one child took  the role of an old woman who fell asleep. The polar bear then came and took away  her child. She then woke up and attempted to discover where the bear had hidden  it. At Barrow, Inupiat children played a slightly different version of the same  game called "old woman." A youth played the role of an old woman who pretended  to be blind. When several of her posessions were stolen, she "accused" other  children of taking them. This game required a fair amount of verbal exchange.  The more able the talker, the more likely the winner. Story telling was one of  the most popular forms of Inupiat entertainment, especially during the winter  months when outside activity was sharply diminished. Typical stories involved  autobiographical or biographical accounts of unusual incidents, accidents,  hunting trips, or other events deemed interesting to the listener. Following the  evening meal, a father might call all the children around him and recount his  last whale hunt, or how he shot his first polar bear. A good storyteller acted  out part of the tale, demonstrating how he threw the harpoon at the whale's  back, or how the bear scooped up the lead dog and sent him flying across the  ice. Other stories told by other people described life long ago before the  &lt;em&gt;tanniks &lt;/em&gt;arrived. Myths and folk tales portrayed exploits of northern  animals and birds endowed with supernatural qualities. &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Children, too, liked to tell stories to each other. These short tales  usually described some recent activity, real or imagined. Young Inupiat were  passionately fond of horror stories, and a vivid description of raw heads and  bloody bones quickly elicited delighted screams of fear from the throats of the  listeners. If the teller acted out part of the story, so much the better.  &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Inupiat child's creative imagination was reflected in all the  activities of story telling, imitating others, playing store, and inventing new  games. Young girls turned a bolt of cloth into a regal gown which they wore to  an imaginary ball. Boys of four or five climbed under a worn blanket with  make-believe airplanes to practice night flying. Charging over the tundra with  sharply pointed sticks, a pair of six year olds cornered their supposed furry  opponent. This kind of spontaneity, supported by flexible routines and a minimum  of rules, continued until the early teens when events of the real world began to  offer greater challenges. Only in the confines of the classroom did these  children find their psychic freedom curtailed.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;!-- |**|end egp html banner|**| --&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-109620530549300517?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/109620530549300517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=109620530549300517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109620530549300517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109620530549300517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/09/inupiat-of-northern-alaska-part-e.html' title='The Inupiat of Northern Alaska Part E'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-109620519671688424</id><published>2004-09-26T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T06:26:36.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inupiat of Northern Alaska Part D</title><content type='html'>  &lt;div class="moz-text-html" lang="x-western"&gt;     &lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A youngster who  wined, sulked, cried, or expressed some other unacceptable emotion, was told  flatly, "Be nice!" If it appeared to be getting into mischief, it was warned,  "Don't &lt;em&gt;pakak&lt;/em&gt;!" There were other frequently offered admonitions as well:  "Don't &lt;em&gt;ipagak&lt;/em&gt;! meaning do not play in the water or on the beach; "shut  the door," to keep out the cold; "Put your parka on," guaranteeing adequate  dress for outside; "Don't go in someone else's house when no one is at home,"  reflecting concern for others' property. Most common was "Don't fight!" which  was directed not only against personal assaults and rock throwing, but also  verbal quarrels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;dt&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;dt&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:78%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; 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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Certain acts like "taking without asking" and those involving  potential dangers did lead to punishment. If admonitions were unsuccessful,  threats of such a fearsome creature as an &lt;em&gt;inuqugauzat&lt;/em&gt; [little spirit  people], a &lt;em&gt;nanuq&lt;/em&gt; [polar bear], or &lt;em&gt;tanik&lt;/em&gt; [White man] were  brought in for support. Or the threat might be unspecified, as in "somebody out  there, somebody gonna get you." If this did not have the desired effect, the  misbehaving child was dealt with more severely. The adult would shout, threaten,  or actually strike the child, although physical punishment was relatively rare.  More likely, the child would be isolated, a form of punishment reserved for  serious breaches like fighting or playing with water in below-freezing  temperatures. In keeping with the attitude that children were ignorant and  forgetful, punishment was accompanied by explanation and reasoning. Seldom was  anything more than mild humiliation or teasing used as a negative sanction.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A child's reaction to any of these treatments ranged from  compliance, temporary fears, or unhappy looks - all of which were usually  ignored - to sulking, rebellious shrieks, or silent resistance. This latter took  the form of ignoring orders or repeating the behavior to see if the adult would  take notice. It was rare indeed to hear a child talk back, verbally refuse to  perform the action, or say petulantly, "I don't want to." Sometimes a child did  threaten vengence - when it was angry at another child or an outsider such as a  &lt;em&gt;tanik&lt;/em&gt; - but it was most unusual to hear threats directed at parents or  adult relatives. By adolescence, discipline seemed to consist entirely of  lectures, though still delivered in the harsh tone characterizing Inupiat  cautions. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After the age of five, a child was less restricted in its  activities in and around the village although walking on the beach or ice still  required an adult. During the dark winter season, the child remained indoors or  stayed close to the house to prevent it from getting lost and to protect it from  polar bears which occasionally entered a village looking for food. In summer,  children played at all hours of the day and "night," or at least until their  parents went to bed. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;By the eighth year, some of the responsibility for a  child's socialization had been passed from adults to peers. Children frequently  lectured each other using the same admonitions as told to them earlier: "Don't  fight," "Don't &lt;em&gt;pakak&lt;/em&gt;," "You supposed to knock," and "Shut the door."  Rule-breaking might also be reported to a nearby adult: "Mom. Sammy  &lt;em&gt;ipagak&lt;/em&gt;." Tattling was not depreciated to the extent that it had once  been. Still, while older children regularly "played parent" in which they  imposed adult rulings on younger ones, all children instructed each other  irrespective of their age. Such instruction was generally taken in good spirit.  Thus, when an younger child reminded an older one, "You supposed to knock," the  latter was likely to smile sheepishly, go out of the room, knock, and enter  again. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Although not burdened with responsibility, boys and girls  were both expected to take an active role in family activities. In the early  years, these were shared, depending on who was available. Regardless of gender,  it was important for a child to know how to perform a wide variety of tasks and  give assistance when needed. Both sexes collected and chopped wood, got water,  helped carry meat and other supplies, oversaw younger siblings, ran errands for  adults, fed the dogs, and burned trash. As children grew older, more specific  responsibilities were allocated according to gender. Boys as young as seven  might be given an opportunity to shoot a .22 rifle, and at least a few boys in  every village had taken their first caribou by the time they were ten or eleven.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;     &lt;!-- |**|begin egp html banner|**| --&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bg style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;color:#003399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;!-- |**|end egp html banner|**| --&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-109620519671688424?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/109620519671688424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=109620519671688424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109620519671688424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109620519671688424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/09/inupiat-of-northern-alaska-part-d.html' title='The Inupiat of Northern Alaska Part D'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-109620505028705055</id><published>2004-09-26T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T06:24:10.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inupiat of Northern Alaska Part C</title><content type='html'>  &lt;div class="moz-text-html" lang="x-western"&gt;     &lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:78%;color:#800000;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:78%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Concepts of hygiene varied widely and  appeared to be in direct proportion to the degree of association and  identification with the outside world. But few if any mothers expressed serious  concern about a baby putting a dirty object from the floor in its mouth, or  passing a bottle from a sick child to a well one. In short, infant care  consisted primarily of keeping the baby happy. For the baby this meant being  cuddled, fed, rested, warmed, and kept dry. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:78%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Without question, the warmth and  affection given infants by parents, siblings, and other relatives provided them  with a deep sense of well-being and security. Young children also felt important  because they learned early that they were expected to be useful, working members  of the family. While this included a number of tedious chores, involvement in  the daily round of activities nevertheless enhanced their feeling of family  participation and cohesion. Parents rarely denied children their company or  excluded them from the adult world. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:78%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;This pattern reflected the parents'  views of child rearing. Adults felt that they had more experience in living and  it was their responsibility to share this experience with their children, "to  tell them how to live." Children had to be told repeatedly because they tended  to forget. Misbehavior was due to a child's forgetfulness, or to improper  teaching in the first place. There was rarely any thought that the child was  basically nasty, willful, or sinful. Where many Americans applauded children for  their good behavior, the Inupiat praised them for remembering. This attitude was  reflected in many situations. In the early 1960s, for example, a father was  observed lecturing in Inupiat to his children before they set out on a short  camping trip. Asked to expand on his remarks, he said: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:78%;color:#800000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:78%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We stir them up a little    to live right. Tell them to obey the parents; do what people tell them to do.    And like now, when they go on a camping trip, not to take a new pillow. It    get's dirty on the trip. Take the old one. They young. They don't know what to    do. We tell them how to do things. Like our parents used to tell us. Same they    used to talk to us. We used to talk a lot like that but we haven't lately. We    begin again. Stir them up. They forget. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:78%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Another man discussed his nephew's  helpless panic during a hunting trip when a severe storm threatened to wipe out  the camp. Waking at night to find the tent blowing away and their boat  temporarily lost, the boy had become frozen with fear. Never suggesting that he  was cowardly or weak, the man was critical of the nephew's behavior, but  explained it in terms of his not having had sufficient experience to know what  to do. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:78%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Fathers actively participated in the  daily life of the family; and in disciplinary matters, appeared to fulfil a  function similar to that existing in many other American homes. Thus, a mother  might say to a recalcitrant child, "Wait till I tell your father!" or "Wait till  your father comes home. You gonna get a licking!" Among families with limited  outside contact, the father retained a more dominant, rather than  equal-participant, role. Here, the child was expected to be restrained, quiet,  and respectful in his or her father's presence. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:78%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;By the time children reached the age of  three or four, the parents' earlier demonstrativeness had become tempered with  an increased interest in their activities and skill level. They watched them  play with obvious pleasure, responded warmly to their conversation, and made  jokes with them. Though children were given considerable autonomy and its whims  and wishes were treated with respect, they were nevertheless taught to obey all  older people. To an outsider unfamiliar with parent-child relations, the tone of  Inupiat commands and admonitions sometimes sounded harsh and angry. Yet in few  instances did a child respond as if he or she had been addressed with hostility.  This was due to the fact admonitions that were given tended to be indirect and  general rather than geared to the specific individual.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;!-- |**|end egp html banner|**| --&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-109620505028705055?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/109620505028705055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=109620505028705055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109620505028705055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109620505028705055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/09/inupiat-of-northern-alaska-part-c.html' title='The Inupiat of Northern Alaska Part C'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-109620494943739857</id><published>2004-09-26T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T10:45:33.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inupiat of Northern Alaska Part B</title><content type='html'>  &lt;div class="moz-text-html" lang="x-western"&gt;     &lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Commonly, the baby was carried in  the back of a parka by the mother or other female relative. If the mother was  busy and no one else was available to carry it, she might put the child in a  crib to play or sleep. If it cried, she would pick it up and play with it for  several minutes. A few women, especially those strongly inculcated with middle  class American values, might complain that the baby wanted to be held "too much"  and was "spoiled." Seldom, however, would any Inupiat mother disregard her  child's cries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When outside, the mother customarily carried her  baby until it was two years old or until another child was born. Strapped in  place by a belt that went around the mother's waist and under the child's  buttocks, it had little freedom of movement. Still, by the age of two, it had  been given sufficient opportunity to move around that it was able to walk quite  well. Sometimes a child older than two asked to be carried, and although the  mother might fulfill the child's wish, siblings and friends were likely to  discourage such requests through good-natured teasing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Inupiat infant rarely had a set feeding or  sleeping time - which was hardly surprising considering the similar lack of  schedule of most adults. When the baby cried it was fed, whether by breast or  bottle. Following World War II, bottle feeding was encouraged for those adults  with sufficient cash income to obtain canned milk. By the age of one, all  children were eating solid foods including homemade broths and premasticated  meat. Weaning was a gradual process that might not be completed until the third  or even fourth year. An older child rarely was rejected in favor of a younger  one, and the transition occurred with little difficulty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Toilet training, by contrast, was begun early,  usually by the first birthday. The mother held the child on a pot or on her lap,  blowing gently on its head. When the desired result had been achieved, she  indicated her pleasure with a few kind words and playful movements. By the  1960s, the soft caribou skin and moss undergarments used by earlier Inupiat  mothers to clothe their children had been replaced by cloth diapers; and as a  baby grew older, it was given "training pants" - cast off clothing open at the  crotch. Accidents and near misses were treated very lightly although they might  bring a gentle rebuke. Even chronic bed-wetters were not punished, except among  more acculturated families where the offender was made to stay in bed longer  than usual. In general, there was no aura of shame or secrecy about excretory  functions, and no reticence in discussing them. During the course of her field  work, young girls might say to Jean Briggs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"don't look," but girls under four and all boys urinated  unconcernedly anywhere out of doors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Given the combination of large families and small  houses, Inupiat sleeping arrangements varied markedly from middle class American  patterns. Formerly, infants slept with their parents; but by the early 1960s,  the youngest slept in cribs, the next oldest child or children with their  parents, and still older ones with each other. As many as four siblings of  different sexes might sleep in the same bed, all covered by the same large  blanket. Youths were given separate beds on reaching adolescence, and if the  size of the room permitted, they might even have a cubbyhole or corner of a room  to themselves. However, if the house was small and crowded, quite grown-up  children slept in the same room with their parents. Only among the most affluent  families would a child have a bed of its own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Discipline was seldom imposed on the child before  it was one year old. This was of little significance, however, since a child  carried on the mother's back most of the time presented few problems. Only when  it had sufficient freedom of movement to &lt;em&gt;pakak&lt;/em&gt; - get into things it  shouldn't - was it carefully observed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;!-- |**|end egp html banner|**| --&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-109620494943739857?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/109620494943739857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=109620494943739857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109620494943739857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109620494943739857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/09/inupiat-of-northern-alaska-part-b.html' title='The Inupiat of Northern Alaska Part B'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-109620466641228971</id><published>2004-09-26T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T06:17:46.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inupiat of Northern Alaska Part A</title><content type='html'>  &lt;div class="moz-text-html" lang="x-western"&gt;     &lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000040;"&gt;Alaskan Native  Knowledge Network &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:#800000;"&gt;Inupiat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt;Part 2 of 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;Growing Up in an Inupiat Village&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Infancy and  Childhood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In the decades immediately following World War  II, children continued to be a dominant feature of North Alaskan village life.  An Inupiat child was considered a vital part of the family and enjoyed much love  and affection from both parents. Families, most ranging in size from seven to  twelve, were also much larger than in previous generations, due in large part to  the more sedentary life style and the lowered infant mortality rate brought on  by improved health care services. Few parents had knowledge of ways to  effectively limit the number of offspring. No strong preference was expressed  for one sex as opposed to the other. Some families hoped the first-born would be  a girl who could assist in caring for those that followed. Others wanted a boy  because he could eventually be of assistance in hunting. No matter what the  parent's preference, a baby of either sex was welcomed on arrival with great  affection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Occasionally a family had more children than it  could adequately support. When this occurred, the infant was "offered" to  another family with fewer than it desired; or perhaps to grandparents. This form  of adoption has a long history and is still prevalent today. A child was also  adopted because the adoptive parents were childless, the parents had died, they  were close friends, or because the child was illegitimate and could be given a  better upbringing in a home with a father. Illegitimacy itself, however, carried  none of the stigma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="file:///C:/Program Files/Common Files/Microsoft Shared/Stationery/stigma.html" href="file:///C:/Program%20Files/Common%20Files/Microsoft%20Shared/Stationery/stigma.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;characteristic of  middle class American society. Adoption was usually, though not necessarily,  arranged between kin. An adopted child always used the terms "father" and  "mother" for her or his foster parents even when closely related to them. The  child's origin was never concealed and in many instances it was considered as  belonging to both families. The child might even call the two sets of parents by  the same terms and maintain strong bonds with the real parents and siblings as  with the foster ones. Whatever the reasons for adoption, parents treated the new  child with as much warmth and affection as they did their own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In earlier times numerous taboos relating to  pregnancy had to be followed - for if broken, harm could easily befall the  mother, child, or both. For instance, a pregnant woman who walked backward out  of a house could have a breech delivery; putting a pot over her head could cause  her extreme difficulty in delivering the placenta; and sleeping at odd hours  might give her a lazy child. Births also took place in a special parturition  lodge, known as the &lt;i&gt;aanigutyak&lt;/i&gt;. In winter, it was a snow house built for  the purpose by the father, and the woman entered it as soon as she began labor.  She gave birth in a kneeling position with the help of an assistant, usually a  female relative with some experience in delivering babies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In the 1950s, women without access to the public  health hospital at Barrow had their children at home helped by specially trained  midwives of which there were six at Point Hope. At Wainwright and Kaktovik,  mothers were more likely to go to the Barrow hospital for their delivery. Still,  numerous stories were told of the hardiness of Inupiat women giving birth under  difficult circumstances. In 1962, for example, the anthropologist James VanStone  wrote of a woman traveling by small boat to Point Hope who at a particular  moment asked to be put ashore. As the craft slowly moved on without her, she  gave birth to her child. After cutting the cord and scraping sand over the  afterbirth, she put the newborn in her parka and ran along the beach, eventually  catching up with the boat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;By the time an Inupiat child was a month old, it  was customarily baptized by a missionary and given a name. Every child received  an English and at least one Inupiat name. Chosen by parents, they were almost  always those of recently deceased relatives or highly respected individuals.  When English names were introduced early in the 20th century, Inupiat ones often  became family names. According to custom, the name given the child carried with  it the qualities of the individual from whom it was taken. When an elderly  living person's name was used, the person would give the child gifts. This  action was prompted by the belief that after the older person's death, the  doner's spirit would survive in the namesake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When the baby was two or three months old, the  mother passed on some of the responsibility for its care to grandmothers, older  siblings and unmarried sisters and cousins. In these circumstances, a child soon  became accustomed to having a variety of tenders, a pattern which continued  until it could care for itself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;visit: Jim's Soapstone Carvings at &lt;a href="http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji"&gt;http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;!-- |**|end egp html banner|**| --&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-109620466641228971?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/109620466641228971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=109620466641228971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109620466641228971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109620466641228971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/09/inupiat-of-northern-alaska-part.html' title='The Inupiat of Northern Alaska Part A'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-109026949826126355</id><published>2004-07-19T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T13:52:42.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inuit legends - How the Caribou came to be</title><content type='html'> &lt;center&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Origin of Caribou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back in the days when animals and men could change themselves and all spoke one language, a spirit came and took a human woman for a wife. He dwelt among the humans but does not hunt for food for he needs none.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The other hunters work hard to provide the needed materials for their families and slowly grow angry that such a one among them does not hunt. The hunters angrily say he must hunt or will be exiled from the camp. Angrily, the spirit leaves the camp and after walking several miles, the spirit punches a hole into the ground and out jumps a caribou which he immediately kills, then covers the hole returning back to the camp.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He says to the hunters "There, this  animal is food, I am a hunter".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The next day the spirit goes out to hunt again, but this time another hunter secretly follows him. When he gets out of sight of the camp, the spirit once again punches a hole into the earth and once again out jumps a caribou. Once again the spirit slays it and covers the hole. Unbeknownst to him, he was being watched.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the spirit leaves, the man runs to the hole and uncovers it, again a caribou jumps out frightening the man so he runs away, leaving the hole open so that all the caribou come out. They dot the land for there are many  many.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The spirit seeing them, runs to them and kicks them in the head, flattening their foreheads and says "You must always wander the land now; and you will always fear man".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is how the caribou came to be, why they have flat heads, why their colouring comes from the land and they are timid for they always remember a man kicking them.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span id="role_document"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-109026949826126355?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/109026949826126355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=109026949826126355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109026949826126355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/109026949826126355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/07/inuit-legends-how-caribou-came-to-be.html' title='Inuit legends - How the Caribou came to be'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-108982703008856668</id><published>2004-07-14T08:09:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T10:52:46.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My good friends</title><content type='html'>My good friends Jeela and Jomie are two Inuit artists living and studying in Yellowknife Canada.&lt;br /&gt;Their works are amazing to see. You will be hearing and seeing more of these outstanding artists in the Inuit Art world very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu (grandfather) Jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit their web site at &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/jeela_jomie"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/jeela_jomie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my friends Jeela and Jomie have changed their email address and messages through their (still active?) web site are not going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know either of them, please relay this message: "All the best of luck old friends, Itu Jim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-108982703008856668?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/108982703008856668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=108982703008856668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/108982703008856668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/108982703008856668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-good-friends.html' title='My good friends'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-108982232286954633</id><published>2004-07-14T08:09:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T11:05:19.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inuit Legends -The Legend Of Sedna</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Legend Of Sedna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, before the white men and all others, the Inuit hunted the land and fished the land. In this time, was a great hunter, whose wife had died long ago leaving a girl child. The hunter would raise the child himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child grew to become a very beautiful woman with many suitors seeking her hand. The hunter was proud for his daughter, she could sew good clothing and in all the land none was so pretty . Finally the hunter had decided who would marry his daughter, with pride he called his daughter to his side and said, "Daughter I have chosen your husband, it will be this man".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daughter disagreed and would not take the man selected, the great hunter felt shamed and in anger, the great hunter said " You have shamed me, since you will not accept a man, then you will have my dog, for that is all that is fit for a girl child who dishonors her father".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that night, the hunter's dog came in and visited the daughter, on this night he took her as his wife. When the great hunter realized what had occurred, once again he was shamed and cried out "Daughter, you are with the child of my dog and shame me again, you will be placed in isolation as you deserve no better". With that the great hunter took his daughter and isolated his daughter so no others would be shamed by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the dog husband loved the daughter for she was gentle and kind and so to save his love and the mother of his litter, Dog would swim out to the island, his packs laden with food and skins. And lo and behold, the daughter survived and gave birth to a litter, some human and some dog children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great hunter finding out about this perceived atrocity was enraged, unknowingly to Dog, the hunter filled the packs with heavy stones and so the Dog swam out with supplies. But the pack was too heavy and the seas too rough, Dog sank to the bottom and drowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several days later, the great hunter feeling remorse for his only child, set out in his kayak laden with food to make amends, but was driven back, when in her grief the daughter sent her dog children to attack their grandfather. Fearing reprisals from her father, the daughter in efforts to save her children, placed her dog children in a seal skin boot and set them adrift upon the seas praying to the gods of air to see them safe. And so they were, they floated out to sea and became the ancestors of the white men. With her remaining boot, the daughter placed her human children inside, and once again prayed to the gods, and set them adrift. The human children floated away to become the ancestors to the Indians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the daughter was alone and without food for the great hunter was fearful to return with supplies. Each day before hunting he would look across the sea and his daughter but never would he venture out to her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one day as he glanced out, his daughter was no longer there, she had disappeared. For during his hunt, a handsome man in a kayak appeared and seeing the beautiful daughter, stopped. "Come with me, daughter, for I am a great hunter and will provide you with food and home" said the handsome man. And so the daughter went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En route to her new far off home, they stopped along the way, and the handsome man removed his clothing for the sun was high and kayaking is hard work. The girl burst out into tears, for now standing before her was not a handsome man but a northern fulmar (Bird man) in human form. His eyes black, his muscles bulging. Without the need for human clothing, the fulmar now made good speed and soon he and the daughter were at his nest tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went by and true to his word, the fulmar provided food and warmth to the daughter and she did not want for anything. Together they had a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Father had continued his search for his daughter feeling remorse at how pride had made him treat his only child and after many years of travel he once again found his daughter in the land of the Fulmar. The father arrived when the fulmar was away and seeing his daughter he burst into tears "Forgive me daughter, I have come to take you home". With those words, the father scooped up his daughter and with his kayak began making his way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fulmar returned and seeing his wife gone, set out to rescue her, and in his bird form was able to catch up and try to regain his wife. His wings beat down upon the water as he swooped trying to make the father turn back. The waves grew bigger and almost capsized the kayak, the father in fear of dying, threw his daughter overboard so he could get away, but she held upon the kayak by her fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hunter in abject terror now took his knife and with one blow chopped off a finger, it fell into the sea and behold, it became a seal and swam away. The hunter chopped another finger, and it too became a walrus. The hunter chopped a third finger, and it became the bearded seal. With each finger being chopped, so the sea mammals were made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, not being able to grasp the kayak, the daughter sank to the bottom of the seas. As she sank, the Moon Spirit (Tatqeq) and The Air Spirit (Sila) combined together and said "For your hardship, we give you the power of all so that you will become the guardian for the Inuit". With that, Sedna was born and created a kingdom which lies at the bottom of the sea and was once again reunited with her Dog husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father made good his escape, but memories of his daughter gave him great remorse so that one day, he lay down at the edge of the sea and asked his daughter to forgive him. As he slept, the tide came out and reunited him with his daughter. Together all dwell at the bottom of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when the Inuit transgress against other Inuit or the land, Sedna will make the sea mammals scarce and cause the seas and the air to storm, displaying her anger to her people. It is then that the shaman must travel down to the kingdom and discover the roots of the problems then solve and rectify them with the people. Only then will Sedna be placated and calm the weather and release the mammals so the Inuit do not suffer starvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some cases, the shaman can enter a trance like state to visit with Sedna or can be given the ability to breath underwater. Sedna keeps a comb and when shamans visit, it is expected that they comb her hair from algae for she can not hold the comb herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;visit: Jim's Soapstone Carvings at &lt;a href="http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji"&gt;http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-108982232286954633?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/108982232286954633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=108982232286954633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/108982232286954633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/108982232286954633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/07/inuit-legends-legend-of-sedna.html' title='Inuit Legends -The Legend Of Sedna'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-108982224815943350</id><published>2004-07-14T08:09:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T05:58:48.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inuit Legends -Origin of the Raven</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Origin of the Raven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, two birds were together and decided to become more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;than any of the other birds. They decided that they would tattoo each other, creating designs upon themselves which would be the envy of all other birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one bird began painting the other, the bird being painted would not hold still. Even after repeated scoldings by the one doing the painting, the painted bird would simply not hold still.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Finally, with his patience wearing thin and finally exhausted, the painter bird dumped all the black colour all over the colourfully painted bird and thus the first raven came into existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;visit: Jim's Soapstone Carvings at &lt;a href="http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji"&gt;http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-108982224815943350?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/108982224815943350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=108982224815943350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/108982224815943350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/108982224815943350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/07/inuit-legends-origin-of-raven.html' title='Inuit Legends -Origin of the Raven'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-108982219368193883</id><published>2004-07-14T08:09:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T07:04:47.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inuit Legends - Origin of Mosquitoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Origin of Mosquitoes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there was a camp of Inuit, but it faced hard times, for there was no game nor was there fish or seals for the taking. Slowly, one by one the people starved to death except for two old women.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They survived by eating the lice found on each other. When eventually, a new group of Inuit arrived, they found all dead except the two old ladies.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Suspecting them of cannibalism, the old women were immediately killed and their stomachs cut open. Frightened, the lice grew wings and flew away and so the Mosquito was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;visit: Jim's Soapstone Carvings at &lt;a href="http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji"&gt;http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-108982219368193883?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/108982219368193883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=108982219368193883&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/108982219368193883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/108982219368193883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/07/inuit-legends-origin-of-mosquitoes.html' title='Inuit Legends - Origin of Mosquitoes'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-108982204212527061</id><published>2004-07-14T08:09:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T06:04:08.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inuit Legends - Two Shamans Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Two Shamans Contest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, in a large camp, lived a shaman. He was good and benevolent and had the power to change his form into whatever animal he wanted. He helped his people and was considered a fair and just man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the camp lived another, a hunter who was jealous with the respect that the shaman had gained with the other people. Secretly, this hunter began to practice shamanism, after many months he had gained the power to shape shift too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening when all were assembled for games, singing and contests, the evil hunter addressed the respected shaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are getting old shaman, and should be replaced." This was shouted over the din so all people could hear. The old shaman just smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evil hunter challenged the shaman to a contest, let us see this shape shifting ability of yours, perform for us. The shaman would not do so at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after being continuously harassed by the evil hunter the shaman agreed to a shapeshifting contest, no one knew that the evil hunter had gained the ability to change form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old shaman demonstrated his powers, first changing into a graceful bird, flying around the sky, then changing into a playful seal and finally, into a bear. All who were there clapped at this display of magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evil hunter laughed and said, "Watch this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned from sight and then turned back, before the assembly stood a man with a caribou head, so shocked was the man's wife and child, they dropped dead from fright. So grieved at what he did, the evil hunter forgot the magic words to transform back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;visit: Jim's Soapstone Carvings at &lt;a href="http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji"&gt;http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-108982204212527061?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/108982204212527061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=108982204212527061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/108982204212527061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/108982204212527061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/07/inuit-legends-two-shamans-contest.html' title='Inuit Legends - Two Shamans Contest'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-108982193214865584</id><published>2004-07-14T08:09:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T05:53:32.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inuit Legends - Origin of Ptarmigan</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Origin of Ptarmigan (a grouse with completely feathered feet)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the land was young, an old woman was known as a prankster. This was in the time when forms could be interchanged. Anyhow, the old woman would play tricks on all the people, much to their consternation but to the humour of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the old woman decided to play a trick on a small group of children who were engrossed in their play. The prankster crept silently up behind and suddenly she loudly clapped her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children frightened beyond belief, immediately transformed into Ptarmigan and flew away. Because they were but children, they did not know how to transform back and so the race of ptarmigan was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;visit: Jim's Soapstone Carvings at &lt;a href="http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji"&gt;http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-108982193214865584?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/108982193214865584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=108982193214865584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/108982193214865584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/108982193214865584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/07/inuit-legends-origin-of-ptarmigan.html' title='Inuit Legends - Origin of Ptarmigan'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-108982168296872087</id><published>2004-07-14T08:09:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T14:12:34.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inuit Legends - History of these stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Inuit Stories and legends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When time first began, it was believed by the Inuit who were the first people that all things, humans, animals, spirits, etc., could all talk one language and transform readily into various forms. Humans could become shaped like animals, animals to humans, etc. In many of the tales that grew from their culture, certain other species living in the Arctic are explained as coming into being in this manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the Inuit came in contact with what we refer to as church and state they had certainly developed their own meaning for family values, community, friendship, trust, safety, courage and fear, love and hate, care and respect for the elderly, good and evil, Arctic survival and so on. All these important things were passed on in stories as there was no written language then.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reading these stories, which were told time and time again, hopefully we can begin to understand a tiny bit of the culture of these Arctic Nomads the Inuit, our friends and neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the samples that I have collected or been given. Please note that some tales may be somewhat different due to the various regions of the North they came from and of course the passing from person to person through time. Each time a tale is told it may change just a bit from grandmother to grandchild and over and over but the message or  moral to be learned stays pretty well the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy and share them with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;visit: Jim's Soapstone Carvings at &lt;a href="http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji"&gt;http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-108982168296872087?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/108982168296872087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=108982168296872087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/108982168296872087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/108982168296872087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/07/inuit-legends-history-of-these-stories.html' title='Inuit Legends - History of these stories'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-108982069332611677</id><published>2004-07-14T08:09:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T11:21:41.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inuit Legends - The Weasel and the Muskox</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Weasel and the Muskox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time during one of the seasons, much starvation spread across the land, so much so that there was nothing to eat. A group of hungry foxes spying a big fat muskox turned to the wolf and said, "Please go kill the muskox so that all of us can eat and we will survive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wolf responded, "I am too weak and cannot kill such a big animal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a small voice piped up, it was the weasel who said, "If you wish, I will kill the muskox and there will be food for all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the animals laughed at him for how could such a small insignificant animal, such as a weasel, harvest a muskox when the mighty wolf could not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little weasel went off, sneaking and creeping around the muskox, then swift as a striking snake, the weasel dug into the muskox's behind and the muskox bled to death. The weasel became a hero to the other starving animals for with his cunning he saved the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral: Even the smallest can triumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/213/3402/320/MUSKOX.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;visit: Jim's Soapstone Carvings at &lt;a href="http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji"&gt;http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-108982069332611677?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/108982069332611677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=108982069332611677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/108982069332611677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/108982069332611677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/07/inuit-legends-weasel-and-muskox.html' title='Inuit Legends - The Weasel and the Muskox'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-108981991712385793</id><published>2004-07-14T08:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T05:22:15.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inuit Legends- The Lumack Legend</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Lumack Legend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, lived a blind boy, his sister and an evil stepmother. The blind boy was strong and could hunt and provided much food to the stepmother. One spring day a bear attacked the hut, the stepmother yelled out for the boy to shoot the bear with his bow and arrow and so he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the greedy stepmother wanted all the food for herself and the daughter and lied to the blind boy and cried out "Aiyyeee, you have shot our dog, our dog is no more, for this you will be punished."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stepmother exiles the blind boy to another snow house, one that is old and smelly and is falling down. The blind boy knows he shot the bear for he heard the animal, much larger than a dog, fall dead. The stepmother keeps the bear and as the blind boy starves, she has much food. She only feeds him bits of walrus skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seqineq, the boy's sister feels remorse, and so begins sneaking her blind brother food from the bear. He knows now that he has been cheated but can do nothing for he is blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the weather warms, the blind boy makes his way down to the lake to think and while he is there a loon comes up and asks " Why are your eyes funny?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blind boy responds " I am blind and can not see. I see only darkness." The boy tells everything to the loon, about his stepmother, about his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loon calls over his loon friends and after much talking, the loon says to the boy, "We are loons and see far and wide, if you trust us, we will give you back your sight, for you have suffered much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loons take hold of the boy and begin to fly over the lake, suddenly diving with the boy in their grasps, he nearly drowns but does not tell them to stop for he trusts them. Suddenly he sees, for the water is so clear, it clears his eyes. The loons return him to shore. He can now see like a loon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy returns to his hut that he was given, only to see, that there were much better ones that his stepmother could have given him. His was the worse. The next day, the evil stepmother comes to him and calls, "Come, we need more food, you must get us food or we will starve." But he sees that this is not true, for the stepmother is fat from bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy continues to act blind, and taking up his harpoon, he and his evil stepmother and his sister travel to the sea, where they spy two white whales. One small, one large. The blind boy turns to his stepmother and says "Tie the line around your waist and help brace when I harpoon the whale".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evil stepmother is happy for she will eat whale soon, and thus she ties the rope around her waists and says, "There is a small whale ten feet away, harpoon it and we can eat, but do not miss like you did the bear". The evil stepmother plans to cheat him again from his share by saying it was not a whale but a small fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy, with all his might then flings his harpoon out, but not at the small white whale, but at the much larger one further out. His aim is true and the harpoon sinks deep, and as the whale thrashes and pulls out towards the sea, the boy who was once blind, steps aside, and his evil stepmother is dragged into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evil step mother changed then into the first narwhal with her plaited hair becoming the long spiral horn, as the stepmother is about to be pulled underwater, she mournfully cries out "lumack, lumack, lumack". Even today, out over the water, one can still hear her crying out as she is dragged around the seas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy turns to his sister and says "Seqineq, I can now see and am I strong hunter, we will leave this place and seek our fortune with others far and wide."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the boy that was once blind and his sister begin their travels. Together, they wander the land, having many adventures until finally they find a group of families to stay with. All is good in the world, until one night, in the snow house, someone enters and has pleasure with Seqineq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, each and every night, someone enters the sister's snow house and makes pleasure with her. But it is too dark and she can not see who it is. In the morning as she glances around, no one looks at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seqineq seeks counsel with one of the old women of the camp and explains what is happening for all men are married. The old woman says to Seqineq, "On this night, take the black from the kudlik (seal oil lamp) and rub it unto your face and body. When we know who does this, he will be punished." Seqineq does so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, Seqeniq is once again visited in the dark and once again the man has his way with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seqeniq arises and steps out in front of the camp, her body smudged and blackened, and looking across from her from the fire is her brother, he too is blackened and smudged. In horror of her find, she cuts off her breast and screams "If you are so fond of my body, there you can have it". She then grabs a torch and runs out. Jumping up realizing that he is about to be found out, the boy who once was blind begins to chase his sister, he too carries a torch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round and round the snow house they run, faster and faster, so fast do they run, that they begin to ascend into the very skies, but still they run faster until finally in one last desperate surge, she becomes the Sun and he becomes the Moon, Sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;visit Jim's Soapstone Carvings at &lt;a href="http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji"&gt;http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-108981991712385793?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/108981991712385793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=108981991712385793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/108981991712385793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/108981991712385793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/07/inuit-legends-lumack-legend.html' title='Inuit Legends- The Lumack Legend'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-108981959533181473</id><published>2004-07-14T08:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T07:07:57.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inuit Legends- Why There Are No Trees in the Arctic</title><content type='html'>Why There Are No Trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day as Kiviok traveled, he came upon a lake and as night was nearing, Kiviok made camp. Seeing how ice would form over the water, Kiviok decided to make a fire and so he took out his great axe and began to chop a tree for fuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Kiviok chopped, a wood chip splashed into the water and a fish was born. The fish looking at Kiviok, mocked him and said he could see the sky as he looked up Kiviok's behind, for Kiviok was not much in substance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiviok attempted to ignore the fish, but as more wood chips splashed into the water, they too became fish and mocked him even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiviok enraged began chopping everything, flying chips turned day to night while the sun was still up so much did Kiviok chop, and as each chip splashed into the lake, it turned into fish. Each different tree produced different kinds of fishes, from trout to char to grayling. Kiviok chopped and chopped when finally his rage abating, Kiviok looked around. Behold there were no more trees left, but all the lakes and seas were plentiful with fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;visit Jim's Soapstone Carvings at &lt;a href="http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji"&gt;http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-108981959533181473?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/108981959533181473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=108981959533181473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/108981959533181473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/108981959533181473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/07/inuit-legends-why-there-are-no-trees.html' title='Inuit Legends- Why There Are No Trees in the Arctic'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-108981946057183463</id><published>2004-07-14T08:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T06:02:38.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inuit Legends-Kiviok, The Most Powerful Shaman</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Most Powerful Shaman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is believed that shamans or angokoqs are made and not born with some inherent powers. To the Inuit, everyone is born equal but what you do during your life will determine your lot. It is believed that the spirit world looks down upon the people, and will see a potential shaman by the white light the breaks through the darkness of the nether world. The spirit will then approach the Inuit and ask to dwell within the warmth and the light, in exchange the spirit will endow the Inuit with the power that such a spirit can control. The greater the light, the more spirits will be attracted and so it will continue. This is what happened a long time ago when the land was new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shaman known as Kiviok allowed spirits his light and warmth, and so he was endowed with the powers, many spirits came and none but evil was turned away. So he became the most powerful shaman known and went on a great many adventures as he traveled the land. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;visit Jim's Soapstone Carvings at &lt;a href="http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji"&gt;http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-108981946057183463?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/108981946057183463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=108981946057183463&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/108981946057183463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/108981946057183463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/07/inuit-legends-kiviok-most-powerful.html' title='Inuit Legends-Kiviok, The Most Powerful Shaman'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7630831.post-108981801934909974</id><published>2004-07-14T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T04:16:59.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Inuit legend _Kautyayuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Kautyayuk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, a long time ago, a family was killed by bears, all that was left was a scrawny orphan who nobody wanted because he was small and was another mouth to feed. The orphan was called Kautyayuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kautyayuk tried to become friends with the village people but they beat him. To keep warm, he slept with the sled dogs or inside the entrances to the camps of the people. To eat, he fought the dogs for scraps of meat. The village people would ridicule him and beat him for they did not want him around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he longed for human company, he would crawl inside the camp, both for warmth and to hear the people talk but if they noticed him they would beat him and haul him outside with their fingers hooked into his nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would laugh and just throw scraps of walrus hide to him for food. Poor little Kautyayuk was always beaten and his nose now had big nostrils from always being pulled and thrown outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, one night, the bears who killed Kautyayuk's family, came to the village. They could smell the cooking of food and were hungry because there were only a few seals to catch. "Give us food" shouted the bears. "We do not have enough to eat ourselves, for the caribou are gone and there are not many seals", cried back the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give us food or we will eat you" demanded the bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people knew that the group of hungry bears would not stop until they had something to eat and they would attack soon killing all if no food was given, so the people who did not like Kautyayuk demanded that he go outside. They wanted him to be eaten instead of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kautyayuk refused, but the people ganged up on him and whipped and beat him to the outside where the bears waited. The bears reared up, but a strange thing happened when Kautyayuk stood up to face his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moonlight shone upon him and him alone, and he started to grow big and powerful. His clothes split and his muscles bulged so big did he grow. The bears attacked, but Kautyayuk was now strong for the Moon Spirit (Sila) empowered him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kautyayuk fights the bears who killed his family and he breaks them up like little twigs, Kautyayuk wins and the bears who wanted to eat him are dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly the people rushed out, to get the meat for their houses but Kautyayuk said no so they attacked him with knifes but he killed them all but two old women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have spared your lives, so that you will be abandoned and that you will know loneliness as you have taught me to know it" pronounced Kautyayuk. And so he left to travel the land, leaving behind two old women who pulled him by his nostrils and who beat him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;visit Jim's Soapstone Carvings at &lt;a href="http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji"&gt;http://www3.sympatico.ca/ve3jji&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7630831-108981801934909974?l=soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/feeds/108981801934909974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7630831&amp;postID=108981801934909974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/108981801934909974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7630831/posts/default/108981801934909974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapstonecarvings.blogspot.com/2004/07/inuit-legend-kautyayuk.html' title='An Inuit legend _Kautyayuk'/><author><name>Jim's Soapstone Carvings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05608298369726677350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
