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Stats > countries > end of April    I finally find out, that Webalizer has exactly 20 more countries than AW stats.  Wierd.  Now I want to know why Webalizer will not provide a full list of all the different countries !!

Stats for the end of April

I do not understand why  ‘webalyzer’ shows  80 countries and aw stats shows only 60 ?

The hits from each ‘stat’ compliation are no where near each other in values ? This is only the traffic for just ten days.

I only use this information as a ‘guide’ as to what is actually going on.  I do glean incredible amounts of infomation from these two stat type programs. Much more than I would have ever thought possible, espeically people taking my images and posting them on their own sites with no credits.  ( I find it very flattering, and give a little chuckle). Some people would be offended by this and demand prompt action.   

 I have been with my new host for a total of only 10 days, I swtiched hosts because  I need to know the countries ! This is very important for marketing !

The main reason I had to move, from Start logic, we their support was lacking.  AW stats in thier control panel, did not provide info for any of the different countries, or resolved ip addresses. The chart above, shows just ten days, on my new host.  People from literally ALL over the world hit this web site for the unique view into a world that very few ever see. People from Texas, India and other very hot places, have writen to me, numerous times requesting high res images, because it keeps them feeling cooler looking at images of the ice, in the hot climates where they live.

IGLU


If I type in the word IGLOO no doubt you have heard that word, but do you know what an IGLOO IS ? I sincerly doubt that very much, you think an IGLOO is built out of snow or ice.. that is a myth ! that simply is not true, NOT FOR ALASKA EVER!First of all, in the Inupiaq language there are no O’s or E’s. Therefore the correct spelling of THAT WORD is Iglu

Iglu = one dwelling place.

Iglut = two dwelling places.

Igluk = three or more dwellings.

ever since the begining of time thousands of years ago, The Inupiaq people have always constructed an iglu out of whale bones and sod ! These ancient ruins are all over the place and still visible here today. and in many villages. From Kotzebue just over the Arctic circle clear up to Barrow and beyond, Kaktovik.Lots of room, Nice place to live eh?

This is an Iglu, this broken down “condo” once had electricity running to it. The service drop is on the left hand side. one of the porcelean insulators is still visible. : When covered with snow, the inside of these dwellings were quite protected from the elements of the constant never ending strong Arctic winds.As you can easily see, there is quite a bit of room in some of these old units. Some of them were very long with rooms off to the side. Large families lived in these dwellings for 2,600 years and some of the old ancient ruins are still visible here today as the wind and erosion, uncovers earth and sod to display the ancient bones dug deep into the permafrost many thousands of years ago!

 


All over the OLD TOWN SITE, ruins are still visible and more are becoming visible each year, The village ofNOt quite what you thought an iglu was Point Hope had to be moved 2.5 miles south in the late 70’s due to flooding. That is still a major problem today, we are only about 12 feet above sea level, one huge wave and we are all fish food!

Bones are everywhere, and they have significant meanings and uses !

and of course.. .. stories !
Bones.. .. .. what is there to say about .. “bones” ?

Not quite what you thought an iglu was

Well usually a subject not many would find interesting, except up here, because of the “varied” use of bones. A lot can be said and shown to explain many things and uses for “bones”.

The whalebone graveyard has jaw bones from many whales collected over many thousands of years.

Nothing is ever wasted by the Inupiaq peoples. Jaw bones from whales mark grave sites and cermonial festival sites.

The last chief of Point Hope (1920s era) is buried here. Atangorak.

Old bones are everywhere around this area, they all have distinct meanings.

The whale bone graveyard is 1 mile away in the distance, yes it is that far away from this, grave which as you notice, for some reason is not among the people of Point Hope. He was not considered a nice person. He had six wives and took another man’s wife for his # 7 th wife. He was murdered shortly there after. all of his six wives are buried here also !

Jaw bones from a whale of that whaling captain are always used to mark their grave sites with the biggest whale that captain has ever “received”.

Kamaktoaq is a cermonial festival site used once a year @ whaling festival which is held each June, if we have been successful in receiving a whale.
Point Hope used to have more than 20 clans, before the whaling companies arrived here. Now we have just two clans left. Kamaktoaq & Unisigsicauq.

June whaling fesitval site

We are under a quota system and as such we cannot hunt in the traditional manner of years long ago. We are prohibited in obtaining the necessary amount to feed this village. We are allowed 10 attempts only. Last year we received no whales. This year we have been blessed to receive 3. That is no where near enough to feed 800 people for the entire year. This is the [b]one food[/b] we enjoy the most. Blubber, maktak, fat, flammable fat. This keeps us warm and very happy. [b]NO other food [/b]can do what blubber can do for us. This has been our mainstay for thousands of years. But due to the animal activists and PETA and the INTERNATIONAL WHALING COMMISSION we must refrain from eating our food, based on false information and knowledge about our way of life.

In 1983 I had to return to Boston as my father passed.
On the streets of Boston, greenpiece was passing out phamplets to STOP THE ESKIMO’S FROM KILLING WHALES.. there are only 250 right whales remaining.. that is what the propaganda said. which was / is totally false. Well over 15,000 Bowhead whales were counted by federal biologists the year before. I went to the greenpiece office, and met with them. I asked one question. Isnt a “right whale” the same thing as a Bowhead whale ? well um, er, oh.. yes it is they said. I produced my album, they kicked me out !

When my first whale hunt finished I worked ferverishly around the clock to process this film and begin the tedious process of printing 11 x 14 color enlargements right here in the village. Gorgeous color prints delivered down to the ocean ice, same day, for free to everyone.

This has to be a first, delivering 11 x 14 color prints down to the edge of the ice.

Then I began the ardous process of creating 7 albums complete with hand written calligraphy. i had to get these images up to Barrow for the CLOSED MEETING of whaling captains only with the Alaska Eskimo Whaling Commission and the International Whaling Commission. I was very upset. I had to try and do something, no matter what the cost.

I worked and worked and worked and prepared the albums:

on the inside cover was calligraphy explaing what your about to see:

Imagine chopping a trail through ice for 7 miles, to move equipment, supplies and hundreds of people to live out on the ocean ice for two months, just to obtain food.

Imagine sleeping outside @ 50 below zero for two months.. .. just to eat !

The Album was finished with days to spare and I flew at my own expense up to Barrow to gain access to this closed meeting. I had high hopes. and lots of prayers.

The morning of the meeting, I was walking down a street in Barrow with the album in hand, my foot hit a slick piece of ice and I went completly horizontal, the album went flying into the air, came down hard and both covers broke and the pages were scattered all over the street in mud. I just sat there and cried like a baby. Got up.. and gathered everything up, tottally in shock over the event that had just happened. I am a totall mess, mud all over me, the pages are ruined, i gatherered everything up and headed to that meeting, nothing was going to stop me. Outside I took my jacket off and use my shirt to clean the pages as much as possible. I took a deep breath and walked in and was immediately thrown out.!

This meeting is closed:! Even if the Mayor of Barrow tried to gain access. NO! closed: this is serious.. oh oh.. um.. what do I do now.. I tried to clean up as much as possible and went back in and again I was thrown out physcially!

I gotta do something different.. but what.? took a deep breath, said.. .. “Thanks” and waked back in.. here they come.. I opened the albumn and yelled .. YOU NEED THESE PHOTOGRAPHS!!!!!!!
AFTER much whispering at the main table, I am allowed in ! I apologized for my appearance and told them a new albumn would be on the next plane headed up to Barrow from Point Hope. I was allowed to get up on that podium and in front of 2 state senators and the International whaling commission and the Alaska Eskimo whaling commission I presented my case, in Inupiaq and in English.

NO ONE………. NO COMMISSION,, NO AGENCY. NO PERSON, NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT to hinder these people in their age old plight to eat their food.

These people are truely one with the whale. We do not hunt and kill whales !

We wait for that whale to give itself over to the captain of its choice.

I spoke for 1/2 hour and thanked the natives peoples for giving me the chance to express my OPINION on this world wide plight of the Eskimo people of all 9 whaling villages in Alaska.

I flew back to point hope very depressed at the outcome of that days events. A few days later I received this in the mail.

 

 

Stories

So many people have requested, .. .. .. more stories.

More stories, more photographs,  that is the number one reply to my post of “High in the Arctic.. .. .. Eskimo !!”

Sit back, relax - It's Story time once again.

So many of you, on so many of the 50 photo forums I have posted on, replied with this statement.   “This has to be the best thead I have ever read on any forum anyplace, or on any web site period.

Well I have some good news, here in Barrow, it is time, to get ready to go whaling, next month, (March)? We are going to do our very best to bring you more photos, more videos, and of course, more stories.  All of these stories I have posted, are easily verified, to some I know, they appear to be totally preposterous, but I assure you, these things did happen, just as I typed them.

I guess the best place to start, is at the very begining. What brought me from Boston to an Eskimo Village in Alaska?

Divine Intervention?  “Hind sight they say is 20/20.  (chuckle). For me to illustrate and explain or to prove this “theory”, I have to go back, back to before I was even born. My mother was about to give birth to me, and as such she wanted to mount my photos in an album. During the late 40’s. Photography was in big demand but “scrap books” were the rage, and my mother purchased one to place her photographs of me as a baby, infant, and my school years. It never got that far.

My mother & father got divorced when I was very young and upon entering the third grade I was now living with my father. I had no knowledge of this “scrap book”, I was not with my mother any longer.

It wasn’t until late in my adult years that my mother told me a story and the hair on the back of my neck stood up.  She told me of that scrap book, it was erie, ironic &  wierd. She described this to me, many years after I had settled in Alaska.

This scrap book was purchased before Alaska was even a state, and that is what it said on the cover of this book.

The image on the front of that scrap book was an Eskimo driving a dog-sled out to the ocean ice going into the sun!

That is a very strange

“please, please write a book when you get the time  (if you haven’t already). I was spellbound, and can honestly say that this is the best post I have ever read in my life.  I seldom read anything with substance in a pubilc forum.  You have got a story here that needs to be told. ”   Link1     Link2      Link3  These links at the bottom of each of these pages, says it all with more eloquence, than I am able to put into words.

 Story time: 

 Once upon a time, almost 30 years ago, in a frozen land, far far away from Boston!  I was destined to make an appearance, among the Inupiaq peoples of the far north in the upper regions of the Arctic.

 What brought me here?  How does a person, well established in Boston, five thousand miles away from Pt. Hope, ending up forsaking all to live among Inupiaq Eskimo natives ?

completly abandon necessary comforts of living, i.e. no toilets, no running water. Frozen, unforgivng harsh hurricane type wind storms. How could this possibly become “iniviting”?  I scratch my head many times when I think back on certain things that happened up here. 

My birthday was quite the surprize in 1982 in the village that morning. I sure froze my foot really bad, It was cold out, very cold and it was time to empty the “honey bucket’.  A simple chore, one of which I had done many times. but this time with a much different result. For those who do not know what a  “honey bucket is” : > ask someone !  I had to empty this ‘unit’ and as such it was a simple task. merly grab the top of the bag. lift it up and twist it. and tie it in a knot. now grab the handle to the removeable bucket and take it outside. The correct way is to just dump the whole thing into the 55 gallon drum that sits outside of every house. Hold the bucket and tip it and let the bag that is all tied up. fall into the drum.   Stupid me ! I put the bucket down and grabbed the plastic bag and lifted that out of the removeable can and lifted it up to bring it over to dump into the drum, then it broke.. .. and ALL of the contents went right down my open empty boot, all over my leg and inside my boot was filled to the top with the “contents” of that honey bucket. I can’t go inside the house like this. I am a mess. Oh and what an horrible awful stink.  A huge spaghetti pot was thrown out at me. “FILL IT WITH SNOW”  were the words that followed, with much laughter. I am not laughing, I am cold, my foot is freezing with all of this now frozen “stuff” all over my leg and in my boot and all over my foot.

When I first arrived, there were 3 other people that were not native, living here among these people. The population of the village was 420  literally!  These three people I was soon to find out, were the “biggest jerks’ I have encountered in my life. Issac Woods (still there). Sterling Rivers, long gone ( principal of the school). and another person whom I just can’t remember his name, Bill from “southie” he was working there as a “plumber”, He almost got me killed, literaly !  two rifles were ponted at me.

But there was one particular thing that still bothers me to this day. All three of those people.. .. were from .. .. Boston !!

What is this place ?  A dumping ground for the Lords obnoxious rejects in real world society ? ?

When this finally became aware to me, I sunk down deep in despair, and gasped, Oh Lord, I must be just as much of a jerk as they are. Oh no !! What are YOU trying to show / tell me ? I search and search for answers to this question for decades and I still wonder. I know I should not even be alive, I have survived 5 heart attacks and 3 strokes and still going as strong as ever.  The answer is obvous, I have something important to do that, hasn’t been accomplished yet.

I found out very early in life that I was this type of person !  It was quite humorous to others,  By the time I had reached the 3rd grade I had been in as many different schools. In fact . by the time I had reached my high school I had been enrolled in 9 different schools, we moved too much and as such I was often being admitted to different schools.

It didn’t matter which school I entered or in which of those many years, When I walked into a class room for the first time, everyone fell out of their chairs laughing hysterically. fall down hard belly laughing. with the teachers included !! why ?

This was before “geeks”  this was well let me put into this perspective because no matter which school it was, the results and the name used was the same.. I was the poster child for Alfred E  Newman !!  cover boy for MAD magazine !

Now present day I am 60; pregnant and I look more ridiculous !! NO ! I don’ t mean I look fat; nope I look like I am about to have twins at any moment !!

Now it is time for the truth, which has never been told yet on the 46 photo forums.

Story time:  I was sent to this village for just three weeks, that part is true. 

When the job finished, I quit the company and stayed. Yes that is sorta true.

I finished the job. went to Anchorage,  went right back to the village, went back to work a month later.

then I quit the company and stayed. why did I go to Anchorage, the job was finished. I had 8 grand in the bank, I thought. what I left out was that my very best friend. Edward A. Ferzoco from Boston was staying in my apartment in Anchorage, there was no need to mention all of this as it is lengthy and reveals presonal infomation about me and what happend that is not something one would usually admit to.

When I was working for Bussell Electric and work was steady, I called my friend Eddie..(fur zoe coe) He flew to Anchorage because work was available. Since 1977 Ferzoco and I were like joined, we worked together and stayed together, we were very very close friends. We opened as I said DEE photo center.. well this Ed was one of the Ed’s the other ed was ed balint.. (joke of the year).  from N.Y.  We all worked together out on the nuke plants in the tri cities. Ed ferzoco and I worked side by side on the pipleine on two different occasions.

 Ed was in Anchorage, he signed the books at the union hall and was waiting for a job. Bussell Electric had told me they wanted me to fly up to this village for three weeks. I said to my friend..  There are no banks there, and you know full well in this trade 3 weeks can turn into 3 months.. little did I forsee 30 years !!!

I said.. I am going to have YOU pick up my paychecks. there is no need for me to get them up there, this is such a tiny village of 420 people.  I opened joint bank account.. Ferzoco picked up my paychecks from Bussell Elecltric. every week. $2,500 !  We were working 7 / 12’s @ 25 per hour  40 hour work week = 1,000 bux now add the overtime up at 1 1/2 and @ double time for sundays and the last two work hours of each day.

three weeks I had a little over 8 grand. and Ferzoco stole it all. and left me with one last paycheck. I didn’t want to go back to Boston, I did not want to stay in Anchorage, I wanted to live in that village, life was so peaceful and quiet and no noise and laughter was everywhere, people were happy and no complaining. 

Ferzoco took that money, and sent it to his brother.  This Italian family, has 17 brothers & sisters !!  Many of his brothers, I have worked with as electricians,  Ferzoco borrowed ten grand from one of his brothers, as a loan for DEE photo center. All in all , Ferzoco invested over 25 K in that buisness.  Balint invested just as much. They both blamed me when the tri-cites went under durng the bankkruptcy of WPPSS (Washington Public Power Supply System). All construction trades went on strike the day we opened our buisness. Oh it had nothing to do with us. Just bad timing.  

From the village, in a 1 1/2 years time, I paid Ferzoco all the money back that he lost @ DEE photo center. Now no one can say anything bad about me. I didn’t have to pay him back. I was just tired of hearing all of the sniveling like a  little baby over lost money.