A’ta - Father
Happy Father’s Day!
1960s, I grew up in Tununak, the first years of my life. My “Aata” , who was usually the first to get up early. Especially during good weather, he would prepare for subsistence hunting, fishing or trapping, as quietly as he can.
The only jobs available were the post office, the bureau of Indian affairs, and the store. At that time, all fathers were hunters and trappers who lived off the land and waters. No bank accounts, food stamps, no checks or credit cards. But everyone was happy.
We went to church almost every Sunday. He believed in God, and he was quiet in his ways. But when he spoke, it was usually important. He was one of many great hunters, who provided food to eat. He used his body to hunt, fish, and gather subsistence. He made sure we were warm and fed. He shared his catches.
It was rare for him to argue with mom, because of the respect given to her as directed by ancestral wisdom. But things got done. We were happy.
His name was Papangluaq Joseph Oscar, Sr. He passed away in his eighties. We love you very much. Quyana Cak’neq for everything Aata!
Because love made it possible.
Happy Father's Day John