forty days. forty stories.
There isn’t any one incident that stands out in our minds that makes Julie such a unique individual—–it’s a combination of many self effacing traits that makes Julie loved by everyone. We knew Julie when she first came to Alaska in about 2002-2003? She was truly bright eyed and bushy tailed and we got WAY MORE than we expected! Instead of us teaching her the ropes, she taught us. First off—–she was happy to live in the loft of the equipment room just off the gym —–(made us clean out that room for probably the first time ever—-but it was still full of balls, nets, scaffolding etc.). She lived there for, I think, the whole semester.
Julie would walk/run from Napakiak to Bethel on a fairly regular basis IN THE WINTER (nobody EVER did that purposefully during this season—– 15 miles). She would either run the ice road on the Kuskokwim River or follow the electric power line (one strand from Bethel to Napakiak) when the river was breaking up—-refusing rides and leaving the native population puzzling as they rode off on their snow machines or trucks. Julie often ran with our science teacher, Kevin, now a principal in Bethel, and he would come back, exhausted, lamenting – how could he be expected to keep up with her and her (length of leg description) physical abilities.
Julie has a smile that enchanted and a way with all the students and I do not remember her sending a student to the office for discipline—-EVER!
I (Leisa) have to admit that I so admire Julie for all her worldly excursions and experiences. She is the only person that I ever knew who had more fun – just living! Also, she was completely non-judgmental of my (tobacco only) smoking. I finally gave up that addiction two years ago, Julie. Thanks for the inspiration to live a healthier life-style.
To my knowledge, Julie was the only female outsider to be invited into a steam hut with the Central Yup’ik Eskimo ladies in Napakiak. I am sure she was invited into the men’s steam; but am just as sure she declined because our maintenance man complained of her uncooperativeness.
Yes, Julie was a different kind of Kusuck (corruption of the Russian Cossacks). Perplexed and loving would be the word for how the Yup’ik felt towards her. She left a great legacy of how to live life to the fullest even when you live in a secluded native village in the bush of Alaska.
Quyana (thanks) for the experiences, Julie. You are loved greatly.