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Dear ________,

Have you ever wanted to live some where else other than where you are right now? I know that I have been having those thoughts. But thinking about another village too much and what kind of problems are there in the that village, I think that that village might have too much trouble. People would think that our village is any other better than other villages. Which I, think the same way also.
Here in Oscarville we have our own space. There are less more troubles here and people can feel safe. You see, I have been living here since 1st grade. That was a long time ago and now it's changed a bit in the village about the population. The population right now is around 60-75 people and that's not a lot. Oscarville has 8 elders and a total of 66 people in the village. I don't think that is much people for one small village on such a huge island. We villagers do not think Oscarville as a huge island because we haven't seen the rest of the village outside our area. If many more people move here, we might get a chance to explore the other side of the village (island). The village (island) might even change.
If it does change I will regret convincing 100,000,000,000 to move here. I don't want 100,000,000,000 people to move here. I just want 100 people to move here. People who are taking the risk to have a chance to get to know us. Oscarville has respectful kids and adults. The elders help with anything they can before they pass on. Every single one of us try to help each other when its needed.
I, for once, am persuading some "friend" of mine to come to our village. The village has a nice quiet place and there are no cars and roads around here. The village is quiet at times and it gets loud when kids are out. The snow falls down in winter and we do not sleep in igloos. Our homes are well suited for each family. During the summer it rains, it gets hot, and theres much fun down at the river. We go swimming down at the river and sometimes go kayaking. Much men like to go hunting to provide food for their families. They hunt for geese, moose, caribou, and other eskimo animals. The woman or youngsters go berry picking during early June or at the first of July. They also like to egg hunt during the early August or September.
Many people here find something to do here. We are the people you can look for, when you need something to do with us. But I can tell you, Oscarville is a great village and I am proud that I live in this village. Many think that Oscarville is boring but (yes I think its boring), we all have some fun some how. I think that is all much to say. I hope that I've persuaded you enough for you to come here.

Sincerely,
Chinace Egoak

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garsh I'm so bored right now. Don't know what to write about, either ways...no one ain't going to comment on my posts. Any whoo, today is my sisters birthday. Also guess what? I'm going to get a cell phone. I can't wait!! Tuesday Tuesday Tuesday!! My mom is going to get me a cell phone from Bethel and probably get a birthday present for my sister. My baby sister's name is Raeanne..and she is spoiled. But sometimes she can act older then her age, and I guess that's growing up :). I can't believe yesterday and today are school already. My weekend went so fast, and I wanted it to last longer and it screwed up.

This baby you're looking at is a real spoiled child. He cries and cries until he gets what he wants and he wants what he gets. I know right? He doesn't like sitting on the floor because he'll try stand up or crawl, even though he doesn't know how to do either of those yet. IF he can't stand up on his own or crawl, he'll get very angry and start crying until you take him. When he is sad, he'll make his lip relax and make the sad baby face. This picture was taken two weeks ago and i think that he wanted his mom ( I was holding him ). This baby is Marshall Jordan Haworth, mother of Elenore, father of Jordan Haworth.


This baby is a real cutie. He has the biggest eyes that I've seen. His name is Connor Fritz Wii-wii Snyder. He was born on November 3, 2008. Connor has the most cute laugh and he's a great gift to our family. When he goes to sleep or take a nap, he always always have to hold something in his hand. When he's asleep, don't put him down. If you do put him down, he'll start crying and you'll have to take him again to put him to sleep. When he cries, it'll take however many minutes to make him stop. He wakes up late at night and goes to bed around 6 7, or 8 in the morning. Its tough. His eyes are dark black coal when you look at them long enough. He is the son of Georgianne Steven and Robert Snyder Jr.

Why?

For these past few days I haven't been feeling like myself. I just don't know if I am just having depression or stress. Either that, I'm missing something that I've been missing for three years.
Gosh...I miss my uppa so bad. My weekend was the same and messed up. My parents were drinking and my mom brought my siblings and I across to Napaskiak. It was very foggy out and my mom was using just a headlight. As we were going, we were half ways across the river and I looked back. All I could see was pitch white fog. I couldn't see Oscarville, or the lights and I was a little scared. My mom was driving even though she was a little drunk. We were going and cruised through water and kept going. My mom was driving us to my grandmas house and dropped us off. She took off and before she took off I told her to stop. My mom stopped and I said, "You'll call when you get back to Oscarville!" She yelled back to me and said that she would call. Then she took off again with her headlight and I didn't see her as she was going. I walked to my grandmas with my siblings and my grandma asked where my mom was. I told her that she going back home and that she would call. I went out and went to check out my friends at her house. She was surprised that I went to Napaskiak and I asked if I could use the phone. I called up to my house 20 minutes after and I asked my dad, even though he was drunk, if my mom went back home yet. My dad asked me when she took off to Oscarville and I said, "She went there by herself and took off at 8:35." My dad sounded unsure that my mom never went to Oscarville yet and I became worried. I went to my grandmas house and my mom still never get home yet. I called my dad again and he said that he was at the river looking for my mom. My grandma was asking me if my mom went back home yet. I said no and I called the police to go look for her. I started crying like I've never cried before in a long time. I was soo mad and pissed off. I called my dad and yelled at him, started asking why they drank. He told me that he wasn't drunk, even though I saw him at home drunk, and that he was looking for my mom. He hung up and I wanted to go to the river so bad and look for my mom. But I knew it wasn't going to be good for me looking for my mom at the river because I might drown or something because of the fog. So I decided to wait and see if my mom would call from some where and be alright. I waited and waited for 4-5 hours for someone to call and say that my mom was ok. But no one called until I almost fell asleep. It was around 12 something at night and I was laying on the couch. The phone was by my side and I conked out when the phone started ringing. I couldn't hear anything and I knew I was scared to answer the phone. So I waited for my grandma to let me answer the phone and I woke up suddenly and answered the phone. It was my auntie Fannie and I told her that my dad was looking for my mom still and she said, "so dumb." Then I told her that my mom never go back home yet. My grandma had to come out of bed and I gave the phone to her. As my auntie Fannie and grandma were talking I was wondering if my mom was okay or if my auntie Fannie knew where my mom was. My grandma started sounding worried and I woke up wide awake to hear the news. I asked what was going on and she said that my mom was in Akiachak and that she was okay. She told me that my mom was trying to go to Kwethluk but then she got lost because of the fog. My mom was using only headlights and she was very, very wet when she got to Akiachak. I was so glad she was okay, but I was mad at the same time because I waited for 4-5 hours for someone to call. The next day, my mom went to Kwethluk. My auntie from KWT went to pick her up in Akiachak. I woke up around 9 something in the morning and I asked my grandma if we were leaving off to Akiachak. She said that we'll go and my sisters and my brother were excited. I called my mom and asked her if she'll pick us up from Akiachak with the snow-go and she said that she'll pick us up if she finds gas. My brother was planning on going to Oscarville with Randy to get Randy's dads snow-go and go up to Kwethluk. So they walked to Oscarville and by that time we were getting ready to go Akiachak. We were going by car and it was a full house in that car. We were going down river and we saw Randy and my brother with Randy's dads snow-go. Randy was driving and my brother was in between Randy and my drunk uncle. My uncle was still drunk and we told them to go my auntie Julia's house and let Randy's dad rest there. So I guess Randy and my brother went up to Kwethluk and made it because my brother came from there on Sunday. For long hours, we got to Akiachak (finally). It was boring at some times but had fun with my sisters and my friend. blah blah blah....It was Sunday and we went back home. Idk, I came home and my dad was at home too. Before we were going down to Oscarville, we went to Bethel to drop off my uncle Alexander to the airport. Then we went to AC to get some stuff and I called a friend of mine and said that I was going home. At AC I got Dibs ice-cream and Gatorade. I went back to the car and I didn't want to go home. So back at home, I called my mom, who was still in Kwethluk, said that she was coming back home. Afterwards, I went to see Jackie and yeah. Then Eleanore (my cousin) came back to Oscarville after from being in Bethel. I was glad that she came back and I went to check if my mom came back. She came back alright and my parents were arguing. I was mad with rage and cleaned the table. They were talking things through and after they were done...I went to my room and listened to music. My dad was in the living room and asked where Raeanne was. I didn't want to answer him because I was crying. He came to my room and asked what was wrong. I didn't say anything and tears were falling down my cheeks. He started talking to me and asked in a mean way what was wrong. I told him that I missed my uppa and he told me that...it's ok and that we'll see him again. I cried harder and said to clear anything in my mind about suicidal and other problems. I was trying to be tough, but tears kept coming out. My dad told me that even though hes acting like an a** hole, he still loves us and that he cares for me and my siblings. He may not show it, but he cares. My auntie Fannie tells him what's going on with me. My dad told me that people talk because they care. I was crying and crying. He even told me to start talking to my parents whenever I have problems. Because I can't keep it inside and it can't be like this anymore. I was thinking in my mind that it was going to be soo hard trying to tell them what my problems are. I had to look at my dad when he was talking and...I was thinking, "So hard..it's going to be too hard. But I can do it." After he was done talking, he went out of my room and I decided to go out. I stopped crying for a while until I went to Jackie's house. I went over and told her that I talked to my dad for a while and cried more. I told her it's been three years since I've missed my uppa. I miss him soo much, I can't forget. It's going to be hard and stuff. I told her that I couldn't damn wait to see my uppa again when its my time. We talked and she calmed me down. I felt sleepy after that and went to check Eleanore. We played card-games and told her about me. She too was worried about me and asked what was wrong. She and I knew that she cared about me and wanted to know why I cried. I told her and she said its ok, people can cry. After that I was getting sleepy and went home. Went to bed around 12 something and I couldn't forget about everything. Why does it have to be like this? WHY!?

(I think) its great...BUT NO! I HATED Friday the 13th.

My weekend wasn't any fun, but I laughed at some times. The hardest I ever laughed was when my aunt's friend came over to her house late at night. She was talking and talking about one of her most funny stories I've heard. Every time I think about the story she told, I'd smile.
What bothers me is Friday, the 13th. That was the most [scariest?] unbelievable day I have ever lived. On that night, my "little" aunt and I were sleeping over at my great-grandmas house and my mom was over visiting. My other aunt (who lives at the house were sleeping at) was telling my mom stories and it was enjoyable. My lil' aunt and I listened and tried connecting those stories to other things we experienced. Then my mom got a phone call on her cell and was told that my moms brother [my uncle] was at the clinic. He was drinking and was with his girlfriend on that night. Yea, it was Friday, the 13th. It was humiliating! I hated that night and wish it never ended up like that. My uncle had cuts all over his left and right arm. He got those cuts, (deep cuts), because he broke his window at my grandmas house [my mom's moms house] and there was blood on his floor and on the living room floor. My moms sister [Josephine] had to clean up the blood while my uncle was at the clinic. My aunt and I went over to my moms moms house and when I went into my uncles room, there was glass all over the floor. I saw drops of blood and I felt sorry for that damn bastard. (sorry, but I was mad..kinda) It was my uncles own fault, and it was his choice to drink. My other uncle was drinking too, his name is Jonathan, but we call him Jam. From what my mom and auntie heard, Jam got my uncle mad [Raymond] and that was when he broke his window. We thought that his girlfriend got him mad, but it was Jam.
Also before that incident, my oother uncle, Chris got mad by Raymond. Raymond was accusing Chris (who is 16 or 17) of something and Chris got mad. Chris got out his pistol and pointed at Raymond and started crying. He was so mad at that point and he didn't know what to do. Chris went over to his friends house and stayed there. When my auntie heard that he has his gun, she started looking for him and I was at my grandmas house.
At my grandmas house my auntie, Aan, got a phone call that Chris was found at his friends house and Aan called him there and told him to stay there. My other uncle Jackson, was scared. *sigh* I went to go see him and he was crying. I asked him what was wrong and he said that he was scared. You see, he was in jail for 3 months and he told me that he got lots of help when he was in jail. He talks to people or friends when he has problems and its easy for him. I wish i could do that. So anywho, he was talking to me and we started talking. I asked him, "Are you scared of the family falling apart?" He nodded and said yaa. I cried a little and he told me that he missed his dad and I wanted to cry so bad. But I couldn't, and he was talking about his dad and I told him that I only knew him when was 6 years old. and that he would send me junk food because i was a junky eater when i was young. He'd call me "junky" and I would get a big box of junk in the mail. Thats all i remember about my uppa from Kwethluk, he was also a dog-musher. Anyways, Jackson told me that he didn't want OUR family falling apart. He even told me that when he was in jail, he thought that he wouldn't make it through. After we talked, he told me that he'll join the navy after graduating, and I said, "I'll join with you." and a tear came down my cheek. I asked him if he felt better and he said yaa. My auntie Aan told me to clean the table and I did. I told her that Jackson changed and I was glad he did. I also told Jackson never to do anything stupid, like taking a knife or gun to commit suicide. He said that was bull-crap and he wouldn't do such a dang thing. I really liked having that conversation with my uncle and it kind of helped me when I was talking to him. Like when i was talking to him about suicide. I was thinking, cool! i just talked about this and i think that its not a good thing to do. My auntie said that hes been like that ever since he got out of jail. I was surprised how he changed and I liked him how he was. So after that, my uncle Raymond was at the hospital with his girlfriend to get his cuts stitched up. I was glad and my other uncle Jam was out drinking some where and my aunt and I were good. Aan, Jackson, and I slept alone at my grandmas house and the next day we woke up cold. My mom woke me up, she slept at Bessies, and told me that she was going to the store. I woke up right away and fallowed her to the store. Anywhoo, I just wanted to talk about my talk with my uncle and that day when Raymond got stitches. My weekend, (Friday 13-Sunday 15) was stupid. But I was glad I got to see my moms side of the family. Every time we go up to Kwethluk, its always a time to laugh. Thats a good thing, but when something goes wrong, my moms sisters will try to fix the problem as a family TOGETHER.

Reverse The Curse

Here’s To The Night
By: Chinace Egoak

The moon is shining

The clouds are blending into one

Stars come out

Making the night brighter

Green, grasses come to life,

So does the old oak tree

Colorful skies make the night come to life,

Taking over day

Welcome to the night,

As the earth sleeps,

Until morning comes