I admit, I wasn’t prepared for TWT this week. We had a busy weekend and I’m supposed to be cleaning my so-called craft room (it’s really the former patio, enclosed as an open extension of the family-room-turned-dining-room). The craft room can’t be closed off visually, and I’m failing at hiding my mess behind plants — plus I should be using this space, not using it as a storage place. Not that I have the entire room to myself: I share it with the keyboard (because who moves multiple times with a piano? Not us!), the computer desk, the pellet stove, and everyone who passes through to the deck. As I said, I’m supposed to be cleaning up my craft room, but I’m obviously not cleaning, since I’m tapping away here on my keyboard. (See how I brought that whole
rabbit trail paragraph back around to the beginning?)
With no plans set for today’s post, I thought about skipping it, but that seemed like a slippery slope. And then KCINNOTX saved me by e-mailing me a couple of photos over the weekend! (Thanks, BB!) The pictures capture a memorable time in our lives; they also show how my brother and I, with nearly matching haircuts and only a year apart in age, could be mistaken for each other from across the street. (You’ll have to take my word for it, since I don’t have his permission to post a photo of him!)
In the summer of 1981, our high school youth group completed a year of earning and saving money which culminated in a 2-week-long mission trip to Southeast Alaska. The first week was spent on the MV Anna Jackman, nicknamed the Presbyterian Navy, a 65-foot-long marine vessel used for taking groups to remote villages where we put on musical entertainment and a gospel message. I honestly don’t know if anyone paid attention to the message, but I suspect they appreciated any entertainment they could get! Some of those logging camps were really remote, and this was in the days before WiFi, Internet, and Cable TV. We were the only entertainment available, and folks showed up to hear us sing and perform skits. We would disembark, stretch our legs, the locals would gather, and we would perform. Our time on land might include seeing something special about the place we were visiting (touring the logging camp, or visiting the town dump at sunset to watch the bears) but before long, we’d go back to the boat and head for the next village.
There were 28 of us on board. KCINNOTX and I shared a berth below deck.
After a week of living on the boat, we spent a week working on projects at a small college in Sitka, Alaska (the first day of which most of us walked around like drunken sailors… or like people who had just spent a week walking on a rocking, rolling, moving boat).
That was 32 years ago. Wow.
I’ve been thinking it would be really wonderful to go back to Alaska. My husband has never been there and neither have the kids. A trip up north needs to be placed firmly on the ol’ Life List!