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Eskimo Couples - Between The Spear And
The Bottle!
Jerry & Petie Strang and Fr. Frank Fallart,
S.J.
(Excerpted from Fall
1989 Matrimony magazine)

His statement was a simple one, "My people need the weekend
because we are halfway between the spear and the bottle!”
Petie & I heard those words spoken eight years ago in 1981
as we listened to an Eskimo couple plead for Bush weekends. Those
same words echoed in my mind as we boarded a commercial airline
one Friday morning in August, 1982, for Toksook Bay, located on
Nelson Island on the west coast of Alaska. After a layover in Bethel
we departed on a twin otter, a small twin engine plane, to travel
the last 120 miles to the short gravel airstrip in Toksook.
Father Frank Fallart, our Jesuit team priest, traveled with us.
Father Frank had previously been stationed in Toksook for 10 years.
As we walked down the dirt streets of the small village of 400 people,
it became readily apparent that we were walking with a real Pied
Piper! The people came out of nowhere to say hello to Father Frank;
especially the children. What struck us immediately was the love
in their faces. They seemed such an open loving people.
We walked to the high school where we organized the final preparations
for the weekend and the couples. The high school, a larger version
of the old one room country school house, would be the weekend facility.
The school was divided into cubicles for classrooms with room dividers.
We used these dividers and sections of large cardboard boxes to
convert the space into sleeping and dialogue areas for the couples.
Then we headed to George & Julia Nevak's home for dinner before
the weekend began. They were one of our first Eskimo team couples.
They live in a small wood frame house with their 9 children. We
laughed and joked with all of them as we shared our meal of fresh
caught halibut.
The Weekend Begins
We received our first surprise when Father Frank announced that
the village had been without a priest for 3 weeks and the weekend
Masses would not be for our couples alone but would include the
whole village. He sent the children out to spread the word of a
Mass at 5:00 PM. Thus our weekend began with a village Mass at St.
Peter the Fisherman Church. The church was packed. We even had seven
Eskimo Deacons assisting Father serve Mass. What a powerful beginning
for our first weekend!
As the weekend started we had a sense of apprehension, wondering
how these people, some of whom spoke little or no English, would
relate to our stories. Yupik is their native language. We placed
our faith in the Holy Spirit and it went well. Some of the concepts
had to be translated by the villagers to those who trouble with
English. It seemed to work. At first the discipline was ignored
as the couples wanted to gather and socialize. George & Julia
solved this with a little "straight talk" in Yupik!
By Sunday afternoon the couples were openly sharing how their love
had blossomed and been renewed. Sometimes they spoke in Yupik, which
we couldn't understand, but there was no mistaking their feelings
and their obvious love evidenced through tears. One husband, sitting
on the floor in the back of the room, kept his arm around his wife
until he saw someone looking. Then he pulled it away, only to put
it back again when it seemed safe.
During the financial talk our voices cracked with emotion, realizing
we were experiencing a dream come true. When we first used the word
"family", our tears came. They came again later as the
couples gave from the very little they have. One of the young husbands
who had a band told us after Mass that he would hold a dance for
the village teenagers and bring us the proceeds as his contribution.
After the dance, he came to where we were staying and proudly counted
out the proceeds from his efforts: $43.47. We were deeply touched.
The weekend ended with another Mass for the whole village. Again
the Deacons came and the church was full. The weekend couples sat
in the front rows. Father Frank asked these couples to renew their
vows and it was very powerful. However, he then asked all the old
couples in the church to renew their vows. He had one of the Deacons
lead them in their native language of Yupik.
At the end of the weekend we were emotional basket cases! There
had been so many wonderful experiences on this Bush weekend in a
totally new and different culture. Our love and the unity of our
Church provided the common ground, just as it does all over the
world.
On Monday morning, as the plane rolled down the gravel strip and
circled the village to head for home, we waved with tears in our
eyes to those weekend couples. They had walked up the hill to see
us off. We left part of ourselves there in that village with those
loving people. Little did we know then that we would be returning!
The Dream Grows
It was two years later; again in August. Charlie & Cathy Moses,
a couple on the first Toksook weekend, had agreed to be a team couple,
and after giving weekends in Anchorage, they, and George & Julia
recruited a second weekend in Toksook. This time we were flown there
by private carrier. Tom Gittens and his wife Rita had made the weekend
in 1979 and listened as the team shared their dream of a Bush weekend.
Tom promised, "If you'll go to the villages, I'll fly you there!"
Because of their generosity, five village weekends have been held.
As we walked through the village this second time, Jerry and I
smelled the fish drying on the racks. I recalled our previous visit
and how offensive I found the smell. However, I also remembered
that after 2 or 3 hours, you no longer noticed it. I remembered
the village children proudly showing us "their whale".
The previous winter the village had killed a whale and the carcass
was still on the beach. The smell of the whale didn't seem to phase
the children. Now it was another fish drying season. Snow machines
were pulled off alongside the houses and the three-wheelers were
in action. On this summer afternoon, the fog was rolling in from
the Bering Sea. Its mist reminded me of San Francisco and I smiled
inwardly at the difference between the two coastal settlements.
The Nevaks and Moses had everything ready. The "conference
room" was in the same place, off to one side of the large "schoolroom"
building. The cubicles were again in place for the couples. This
time Jerry and I were blessed with privacy. Charlie and Cathy decided
we should have the audiovisual equipment room, and Charlie had even
brought mattresses for us; such luxury for our sleeping bags!
All the cooking was done by the previously encountered couples.
They had donated their salmon, halibut, pilot bread, peanut butter
and jam. We had taken large boxes of fruit and fresh eggs, as our
contribution. It was our first exposure to goose soup and herring
eggs on kelp. The Eskimos enjoy this the way we enjoy popcorn. They
told us we would have less difficulty eating it if we dipped it
in seal oil. They laughed when they realized the oil made it no
better for our "gusak" tastes. We also brought nectarines
and had the privilege of introducing many to this fruit. Some had
eaten oranges and apples but never a nectarine.
The closing Sunday Mass was again held for the whole village in
St. Peter the Fisherman Church. I was particularly moved by the
singing. Here I was, a cradle Catholic, hearing the melody of the
ancient hymn "Tantum Ergo" sung in the guttural language
of Yupik, in an Eskimo village of the Bering Sea. It set off feelings
in me that I cannot fully describe. I felt a deep emotional love
for the universality of our Catholic Church. I was so filled with
emotion that the tears burst forth. I couldn't believe how blessed
I was: I was reared a Catholic, Jerry converted to Catholicism,
we made our Marriage Encounter weekend, and now here we were in
Toksook Bay experiencing the oneness of our Church! With God, all
things are possible.
More To The Story
Allow me now to pick up the story. Ten years ago, I, Father Fallart,
invited George & Julia Nevak to make a Marriage Encounter weekend,
being held in Anchorage. I was quite surprised at the time by Julia's
reaction. Although she hardly knew what the weekend was about she
was very eager to go. Years later the truth came out. What Julia
was eager for was to see the bright lights of Anchorage for the
first time in her life!
However, Julia has certainly made up in dedication for what she
lacked in perfect motivation ten years ago. She and George have
been team on weekends at St. Mary's in 1979 and 1980, in Tununak
in 1980, in Alakanuk, Nome, and Kaltan in 1981, at Toksook Bay in
l982, again at St. Mary's in 1984, again at Toksook Bay in 1987
and in Newtok in 1989. They have also given weekends in Bethel,
Anchorage, and Wasilla. From the Bush Villages, a total of 130 couples
are now encountered.
But this isn't why they are smiling in the picture you see of them
here. They are smiling because after ten years as a team couple,
in March, 1989, they were joined by Charlie & Cathy Moses and
Joe & Pauline Asuluk to become the first ALL YUPIK TEAM. The
weekend was held in the village of Newtok and 13 couples were encountered.
Couples usually travel by snow machine from several villages to
attend the weekend in the village where it is being given. In addition
to the Eskimo couples encountered, there are six sisters, five priests,
and one bishop who have made the Bush weekends!
Many involved in parish work among the Eskimos predicted failure
for Marriage Encounter in the Bush villages because "Eskimos
do not share that openly!" We have news for them. Yupik sharing
is "EVERY BIT AS OPEN AND AS GOOD" as the sharing we have
witnessed in Anchorage and elsewhere.
With so many couples encountered on Nelson Island there is good
participation in sharing evenings or love circles. On the last two
sharing nights held in Toksook we had eleven couples the first time
and twelve the second; not perfect, but where is it so? Come winter,
when travel by snow machine is again easier, we look forward to
inter-village sharing evenings.
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