Sunday, February 20, 2022

KUSPUK

A few days ago I went my annual eye glasses exam. Dr. Morgan commented on my Kuspuk. I told her that a friend made it for me while working in Barrow. She repored that part of her education was to work in other settings. She had the opportunity to go to Bethel. It is located on the tundra. I asked how she liked the brown water in Bethel. It was okey, didn't smell bad just loked murky. I asked her what the most unusual thing she saw while in Bethel. The worse was some one who had not taken out contacts for three months. We also compared food. She at beluga whale, moose and also had Eskimo Icecream It usually made with lard or shortening, salmon berries and sometimes a little sugar. I shared my exoerience with boiled while chitlins, crunchy like radish, faint fishy taste. I wanted to speak of my friend who made my Kuspuk, Lois. She worked in housekeeping. One day I was admiring her Kuspuk and asked how she made it. She had me turn around while she measured me by hand from neck to shoulder. A few weeks later she brought in a Kuspuk that she had sewed for me. I was so thrilled that I took of mom's knit hat and gave it to her. Later I asked her if I purchased material for her and I, would she make another? Yes, I purchased a small print and rick rack for her and a shell print in blue for mine, No rick rack. It was beautiful. Lois told me this story about herself. She liked to go “Loisto Bingo usually with her sister. It was very warm in Barrow that day so she slipped on a light jacket. She and her sister took seats the Bingo hall. Things were progressing nicely. At one time she unzipped jacket to enjoy the breeze. The man calling Bingo numbers smiled at her and kept smiling. At one point her sister glanced up at her and hissed,”Lois! Put on your jacket, you are only wearing a bra!” Oopsie! In 2005/2006 I worked in Dillingham for one year. I gave that last Kuspuk to my boss lady Janice. I do with I had hung onto it. Janice's problem, It needds to be ironed each and everytime it gets washed. Which will never happen.