Saturday, February 25, 2012

The Bear That Invaded Summer Camp

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Lastertimeago, Summer of 1974

“Bear in the trash cans!” The stillness of Lost Lake and its Scout Camp was broken. Boys quickly emerged from thick foliage shouting and tossing rocks at the black bear. Fleeing into the woods, the bear later reappeared in camp. On this pleasant summer day, the woods of soft green hues appeared primeval and unspoiled by man. Trees were lofty and majestic. The smell of moist earth from summer rains mixed with the musky odor of high bush cranberry. Berries of several kinds were in great abundance and the bear continued prowling the camp as he dined on the luscious berries.


scrape marks from a bear on a birch tree The above is a birch tree showing scrape marks from a bear.

“Bear in a tent!” This outcry brought scouts from their dinner in the mess hall. Surly and unshaken by the approach of the boys, the bear defiantly claimed ownership of the tent. A rifle shot sounded. The Scout Commissioner had fired.

Fifteen Athabascan Indian Scouts from Allakaket and Hughes, two villages on the Koyukuk River wasted no time. Under the auspices of the Episcopal Bishop of Fairbanks and accompanied by an Episcopal Priest, the Indian boys had traveled to Lost Lake for the summer encampment. For the military boys who had experienced camping the lower 48 states, Lost Lake Camp provided a unique nature experience as well as admiration and respect for these Indian boys who quickly acted to prepare the bear in their traditional village manner. With excitement, animation and sharp knives, the bear was skinned. Tacked down on a board, the skin was carefully scraped and cleaned of meat bits. After the skin was dry it would be worked and cleaned of meat bits, then worked and softened with saddle soap. Symbolically, further preparations were made. The eyes were slit to prevent the bear’s spirit from returning. The head was placed high on a broken tree so the bear’s spirit would rest in peace.

Over the roaring campfire fist size chunks of meat simmered for an hour and half in a kettle of water. Macaroni and vegetables were then added. The bear paws, complete with hair, were roasted over the fire. Those eating the paws gained strength from the bear. To one end of the esophagus the heart was attached. The other end of the esophagus was tied to a stick on a tree so that the heart roasted off to the side of the fire. The heart, regarded as delicacy, was given to the oldest men in the camp. No edible meat was wasted. The remaining bones and other parts not consumable were thrown in the fire.

After this fine feast, the small but wiry and powerful Indian boys displayed their skill and strength in wrestling other heavier Scouts. The sun was still up when the boys bedded down and the sun would be up when they arose in the morning. During the nineteen hours of daylight, late evening and early morning sun was filtered out by the willow, birch, cottonwood, alder, and spruce trees. Lost Lake was clear without a ripple as silence returned to the Scout camp after an evening of unusual feasting and fellowship.

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The Story Tape

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I have a stereo system that dates to around 1986. The cassette player died some time ago and I had forgotten all about it until yesterday. For some reason I tried to play a tape and nothing happened. I ejected the tape and was shocked that it was Sarah's story tape.

When my oldest daughter was little, I read to her and told her stories at bedtime. This happened almost every night when I was not on the road. Sarah loved this time and looked forward to it every night. She told me that she missed story time when I was traveling. So what did I do? I started taping the story time.

When I was out of town, Sarah played the story tape every night when going to bed.  This lasted until around age 6.  I'm sure glad I did the tape for her!

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Dragon Dictation

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I have an Android phone and it has all kinds of really cool apps and features.  One of which is Dragon Dictation.  I can activate this and then speak into the phone to call people or write a text.  I learned not too long ago that I really need to proof what is spelled out using Dragon before I send a message.

Example:   my sister and her kids visited recently and so did my brother Matt.  My daughter texted the morning the Martin family was to have left with Matt, who drove them to their destination in Austin.  Using Dragon Dictation my response was:  "Matt left with the Martins 15 minutes ago."  What Dragon actually sent was:  "Matt slept with Martin 15 minutes ago."

I think my daughter must have laughed for half a day after getting that message!

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Thursday, September 23, 2010

Percy and the Winnebago

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Seward on a clear summer day

Back in the mid 1970s our family took a trip from Eielson to Seward. On the way we had a mishap that almost caused the Winnebago dad was driving and everyone but Matt and me to roll into Kenai Lake. Matt and I would have been orphaned and the family may never have been found. But there is a subplot to this story.


After the Winnebago had been repaired in Seward, Dad had Mom drive it back to Kenai Lake to the campground where Matt and I were fishing and goofing around. While rounding a curve in the road, out of nowhere appeared a Native Alaskan running across the highway. Mom hit the brakes, but could not stop in time. She hit this guy going around 30 mph and he bounced off the grill of the Winnebago line a tennis ball.
The guy, whose name was Percy, who bounced off the front of the Winnebago landed in the grass on the side of the highway. His friends rushed to his side while Mom sat panicked in the driver's seat. Dad, who was a doctor, jumped out to check on Percy. The friends assured Dad that it was Percy's fault because he didn't look for traffic. In fact, he had been drinking quite heavily and probably didn't even think about traffic.
As things turned out, State Troopers and an ambulance finally showed up to check things out. Mom was not found at fault and Percy was fine except for some bruises and scrapes

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Friday, August 27, 2010

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Lastertimeago, we lived in the San Antonio suburb of Leon Valley. The house, which my mom absolutely loved, had a pool in the back yard. My younger brothers and I used to do some crazy things that involved running and jumping or diving into the pool.

One day I got the camera and took a bunch of photos of Matt and John doing their crazy things and took this amazing photo.

Matt came running from between the fence and the corner of the house. John started from behing the BBQ grill. Matt flew straight into the pool while John jumped over the grill. Their timing was such that both guys hit the water at the same time with John hitting the water right behind Matt.

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Costumed Skiing at Eielson AFB

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Back in March, 1974, my dad added something to the annual Eielson Winter Carnival. It was called Crazy Costume Day and of course that meant that people would ski in costumes. Our mom made a lot of clothing and created costomes for most of the family. The entire Chapman can be seen here on a brilliant day in late March, 1974

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Ralph the Moose

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a moose we called Ralph

Lastertimeago I lived on Eielson AFB, just south of Fairbanks, Alaska. It was extremely cold and extremely snowy one winter. The moose could handle the cold just fine, but the snow was so deep in the hills above the base, this young moose wandered into base housing. Ralph would wander the neighborhood eating willow and loking for handouts and he would sleep right next to the house. Here is standing by our house in one of his bedding areas.

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