Although my blog is entitled "Writing in the Mountains", I have been asked by so many people about my life in the Arctic that I think I will take this opportunity to write about some of my wonderful adventures during the eight years that I lived at the "Top of the World."

It is difficult to know where to begin. I moved to the Arctic on July 1, 1997. Actually, a permanent move was not in my thoughts that day. I was having a difficult time with a separation and my friends decided I needed a break from my tears and heartache. So, I packed a couple of bags and flew myself and my daughter to Barrow, Alaska to get away from it all. This was going to be a new and wonderful adventure! And it was...

I was immediately introduced to the Native Culture and the children. It didn't take long for me to fall in love with those children. I had been teaching dance to children already for about 15 years, so it was just a natural thought that I should offer my talents here in Barrow. Now keep in mind that they still had their own cultural dances, but they also had very little outside influence in their culture; i.e., ballet, classical music, and the arts; except what little they were exposed to in school.

I opened "The Academy of Performing Arts" school of dance in September of 1997 in Barrow, Alaska to fulfill a dream to teach these children along with the desire to become a big part of their lives along with the community. I taught Kinderdance to very young children ages 3-5 to socialize them and teach them about ballet, tap, and tumbling. I also offered regular ballet classes to varied age groups along with tap, jazz, hip-hop, and gymnastics.

For the next eight years, I had the time of my life!

During these years, I had the wonderful distinction of becoming the Director of the Boys & Girls Club of the Arctic Slope. I not only planned, organized, managed, and directed the overall Unit/Branch programs, but I also helped to develop a cooperative relationship between our members and the public, through their involvement with civic groups, social agencies, and entertaining at community functions. They created and printed their own monthly newsletter and took pride in helping the elderly.

The City of Barrow was kind enough to provide us with a building; however, it was quite old and in heavy need of repairs. The water was either freezing or pipes were bursting which would shut us down quite often. Through my recent visits over the past two years, I have come to understand that the building is currently shut down for repairs and no one seems to know when it will be suitable to house the Boys & Girls Club again. It's a shame. These kids really enjoyed having somewhere to go every afternoon after school. Upon my visit again this coming Fall, I hope to find a much repaired building or maybe even a new one. I will be sure to update on that.

Note: the house pictured here on the left is not the Boys & Girls Club. (ha ha) This house is actually not that old and also the house I lived in while I was in Barrow. All houses are built up on pilings because of the constant freezing and thawing of the tundra.




Of course my personal life was filled with wonderful friends and weekly get-togethers. Due to the harsh climate and many months of darkness, we created our own fun to disuade the boredom. Most of my friends were either school teachers or research scientists. We broke up the week by spending Wednesday evenings having dinner together and then playing board games or cards for several hours. Then weekends, of course, were spent similarly. The host location might change, but we still tried to get together at least twice a week. Barrow, statistically, has the highest suicide rate in the US due to so many months of darkness; along with the fact that it is so far from the 'real' world. Socializing on a regular basis, laughing, joking, playing games, and having fun kept us all sane in such a harsh and difficult environment. I made some wonderful friends. Lifetime friends.


Since the Alaskan Arctic is also teeming with wildlife and beautiful scenery, I also took the opportunity to take thousands of photos over the course of those years. I can't possibly share all of them with you, but I do want to share some of my favorites.


Keep in mind that the Inupiaq Eskimos still believe in subsistence living, and I, for one, have a great respect for their way of life. They do not abuse or neglect it. They not only eat the meat, but use every inch of each animal for their very existence, just as their ancestors did before them.








It was a very surreal experience. It may not be for everyone, but I would do it again in a heartbeat. If you get the chance to visit Barrow, I doubt you will regret it.


Footnote:

The Barrow Whaler's Football Team is now the most northern US High School football team in the world. It is also the most expensive piece of turf @ $1 million dollar price tag. They have no fancy scoreboard or seating for fans. This is just the cost of the field itself. It was a difficult project due to the fact that there is 'no' grass in Barrow and the weight of the turf made for a very spendy flight. This was built on dirt and sand.......not even tundra. But according to Barrow fans and ESPN, this was a fabulous and historic feat! (yes, that is me sitting on the 50 yard line........GO WHALERS!)

We are building a large dog pen for our nine pups and their momma. This is taking more time than we originally thought, so in the meantime, I'm going to tell you all about my dance school in the Arctic.

I lived and taught dance in Barrow, Alaska, a.k.a. "Top of the World"........the Arctic..... for 8 years before I moved back home to my farm in Virginia. I loved every minute of it. I started dancing at age three, took dance lessons for many years, and went on to attend Virginia Intermont College in Bristol, Virginia; home of the Bristol Ballet.

I taught at several schools in the Virginia area and North Carolina before moving to Alaska. And then those children stole my heart. They had not ever had the opportunity to dance, but they were thrilled with the new adventure. They were starved for anything new and exciting; and they became a big part of my life.



From age 2, 3, 4, and 5, I took them under my wing and not only taught them to dance, but also listened to their stories, and helped shape their lives. I think about them and miss them everyday.

After moving back to Virginia, I originally thought I might not make it back to the Arctic, but after many emails and phone calls, I could not resist. I now fly back to Alaska twice a year to teach for 6-8 weeks at a time and it feeds my soul. I am so glad that I can continue to be a part of their lives.

I've never written a blog entry. I don't really know what blogs are. Confessions? Random thoughts?

Here's a thought that just came to mind: Most people might assume I will write blog entries about mothers and daughters, or farming, or country life. But I'm like most people, made up of other moments in life as well; those planned and not; some interesting and others irritating; all those moments that made me who I am as a person.

But alas! I grew up here on this farm in southwest Virginia. I am a farm girl! And in being a farm girl, I will most definitely be entering blogs on my life here on the farm.

Climbing trees, skinning knees, wading the creek, splattering through cow pies, and various other farm girl adventures made for wonderful memories as a young girl. But then I discovered another love. Dancing!

I started dancing at age three, trained at numerous dance schools across the country and abroad. I attended Virginia Intermont College, one of the finest ballet schools on the east coast as far as I'm concerned. I have been teaching ballet, tap, jazz, hip-hop, etc. for over 25 years now. I also teach ballroom, swing, and straight-up jitterbug!!!

Dancing ultimately led to leaving my small country life. I lived in urban and large cities across the country for several years before taking a giant leap and multiple planes to an eight year adventure in Barrow, Alaska; a.k.a. "Top of the World". ........about 4,500 miles from my farm in the mountains. After the deaths of my mother and grandparents, there was no one left here on the farm. And on thinking of it being just a part of my history, the farm called me back home.

I finally moved back in 2005. And it wasn't long until I found myself being that fun loving farm girl again. I love 4-wheelin' with my husband and daughter, gettin' mud on the tires, goin' to the cabin and target shootin'. But due to many years and adventures abroad, I also love to travel, enjoy a nice glass of merlot, listening to jazz, and collecting exotic treasures!

So there you have it...I don't have to prove that I'm a farm girl by wearing overalls, chewing on a piece of straw, and putting my hair up in pigtails. The truth of that matter is, no matter where I go or what I'm doing, I will ALWAYS have the farm in my heart and the urge to share my story with those who need to hear it most.

Ya wanna hear somethin' funny? I'm actually sitting here barefoot, in cut off jean shorts, and my hair in pigtails. Ha! I love this old farm.

Phew! I did it. Virgin Blogger No More.