I have lived many places, but no where as close to my heart as Uganik bay woody island. I was a young pup. in my 20’s I lived with my dad when I was not fishing. we lived in a little shack on woody, when we were in town. I have picture somewhere, not sure, it belongs in this post. All the people have passed. me and pops used to go around and have coffee visit it was fun time. we had our “times” but overall it was a great part of my life. we lived across from johnny Maliknak, he was a good boozer, but he always had a smile on is face. i can not for the life of me remember anything we talked about of substance. we would bump into each other in town and have a chat. he always struck me as a little devilish, but never had a bad word from Johnny. Dad would call me whenever anyone i new passed. one of my favorites was visiting Martha Dunlap, she lived on small cliff overlooking the mail beach. she used to call me “Sonny” I did like it, even though we had an uncle Sonny. I forget where I was when pops told me she passed, I think most of them I was living in Anchorage. then there was Ronny and Justine, they were first cousins. yeah I guess we have a little bit of hillbilly in our family :/ Ronnie was a real Alaskan, skiffman Carpenter he built his own house. great job. I remember going to see them one time, they shared some bread and butter, i was as skinny as a rail at that time. I put extra butter on and ronnie got a kick out of that. they had 2 ducks, quakers and waddles. I can never remember both names, but it hit me the other day. I remember when pops told me justine died, it was sad, I thought about ronnie and how he was handling it, not good as he had a stroke after that and did not remember me. but he remembered pops, they were the same age and both illegitimate. it was no surprise when ronnie passed. pops would give me updates from time to time. and then there was wilmar askisik, “Chief” he was a man of few words, wise observer, he was the one who spotted the bears when we were bear hunting. then there was a Rudy hartman, I think some accident left him a little brain damaged, not really sure, but we would stop and chat with him too. Pops was on a good basis with all the natives, well mostly, I remember one time he was mad cause one of the Christiansen boys, laughed at his home made skiff. I remember meeting them the year we fished on the chignik girl, glenn Sudayms boat. they were scary, little guys, older who knew how to use loud and anger to be scary, lol. I may have used it in a few fights, scary when you go into battle yelling “motha fucker” but I digress. yeah I need to finish all my stories. I just can not believe I survived. so many stupid things….. so little time to do more :)
thats all folks, lets see if I can get some writings done in Alaska land of my ancestors.
