I don't want pity, because most people go through this.
It was about a year or more ago that my Uncle Roy left us.
The day my world fell apart and tears were shed. On May 14th he died and on May 15th that's when mom told us. I couldn't finish breakfast, and didn't touch lunch. I have never seen my mom cry that way and I didn't know losing some one was so painful. Uncle Roy was some one I wanted to keep around, he was like some one special to me, there for me to lean on if I needed it, but he wasn't around that much due to fishing and living on the other side of town. He visited when he could. He taught Pepe, Jimmy and I how to fish, somewhere out there on the Clearwater River. He taught Pepe and I how to drive the three wheeler. I still carry those memories around, I just don't think about him that much. I remember him though, and mom remembers his birthday, December 24th. I miss my uncle, and will cherish the short time I had with him. Rest in peace, Uncle Roy.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
My heritage
As of my previous post, you have read that I am part Eskimo. Some find that term offensing in some ways. I don't. I wear it like a president wears a tie (kind of). I am Inupiaq and we are located in the northern part of Alaska, our region being the coldest due to the fact it resides somewhat in the Arctic Circle. I have never been there personally, but my mom was born in Kotzebue, Alaska. I don't know where Ahna (Inupiaq word for Grandma) was born, or it just slipped my mind. I don't look Eskimo at all, I got more of my dad's features. I have complained that at one point, I wanted to look Eskimo, but that would not have matched the western theme. Gotta love those horses.
As I said, I got a majority of my dad's features: The brown hair (I was born dirty blond), the somewhat narrow face, the hazel-ish eye color (I deny that, because they are mainly brown. Sometimes they swap colors. hmm.) and the dimples (I got them from mom AND dad). My dad is Irish and British, and my dad has a relative that researched our last name of Morden, and I'm not proud to bear this Morden History. We are descended from King Henry the 2nd of England. Why am I not proud to bear it? Because of what King Henry the second did. He called himself Catholic, but killed off people who did not agree with his belief. He was not a very nice man.
The Morden name goes farther back, my ancestors were vikings! Or, as dad put it, we were practically vikings before it was even cool to be vikings. I laugh at that one, because vikings were very stubborn and ambitous, I think I got those characteristics. I am rebelious sometimes, ambitous often, and stubborn when I want to be. Anyone who bears the Morden name is related in some way.
As I said, I got a majority of my dad's features: The brown hair (I was born dirty blond), the somewhat narrow face, the hazel-ish eye color (I deny that, because they are mainly brown. Sometimes they swap colors. hmm.) and the dimples (I got them from mom AND dad). My dad is Irish and British, and my dad has a relative that researched our last name of Morden, and I'm not proud to bear this Morden History. We are descended from King Henry the 2nd of England. Why am I not proud to bear it? Because of what King Henry the second did. He called himself Catholic, but killed off people who did not agree with his belief. He was not a very nice man.
The Morden name goes farther back, my ancestors were vikings! Or, as dad put it, we were practically vikings before it was even cool to be vikings. I laugh at that one, because vikings were very stubborn and ambitous, I think I got those characteristics. I am rebelious sometimes, ambitous often, and stubborn when I want to be. Anyone who bears the Morden name is related in some way.
A little more about me
First off the top of my mind: I don't like to be treated like I'm different just because I wear hearing aids.
Any who calls me normal will b corrected: I am never "normal". I am "Me".
Ok, that's all, really.
My horse buddies are Ginger, Ellie, Maggie, Storm, Spitfire, Apache Joe, Shasta, and Allie. These horses are all owned by Courtney, and um, she "trains" us. This coming summer, she might teach us to jump, and Ginger is getting a tad bit old to be ridden, very much like Spitfire. They are both 20 plus years old, and are elders to the other horses. My other horse buddies are Prince, Dream Catcher, and Wind Dancer, owned by Gaylene, and Yankee owned by Jayda. I am working Yankee, kind of training her for next summer. She has been stubborn lately. Throwing her head down and defying me. I've got to spend some time with her. My riding friends are Hailey, Ashley, and Courtney. Hailey rides Storm, Ashley rides Ellie, and sometimes bare back rides Apacha Joe for reasons I don't know. Courtney, when she joins us, she rides either Storm or Maggie, depending on which horse Hailey is riding. We have done multiple things together: laughing, riding, talking, horse events...all of that are precious memories. We once had visitors, Hayley and Charley. I really thought Hayley and Charley were beautiful, and they rode nicely. Charley rode Apache Joe, and Hayley rode Maggie, until Courtney traded off with her, and she rode Storm instead. I miss them now, they were fun to hang out with. Now, looking onward to Summer 2011.
Any who calls me normal will b corrected: I am never "normal". I am "Me".
Ok, that's all, really.
My horse buddies are Ginger, Ellie, Maggie, Storm, Spitfire, Apache Joe, Shasta, and Allie. These horses are all owned by Courtney, and um, she "trains" us. This coming summer, she might teach us to jump, and Ginger is getting a tad bit old to be ridden, very much like Spitfire. They are both 20 plus years old, and are elders to the other horses. My other horse buddies are Prince, Dream Catcher, and Wind Dancer, owned by Gaylene, and Yankee owned by Jayda. I am working Yankee, kind of training her for next summer. She has been stubborn lately. Throwing her head down and defying me. I've got to spend some time with her. My riding friends are Hailey, Ashley, and Courtney. Hailey rides Storm, Ashley rides Ellie, and sometimes bare back rides Apacha Joe for reasons I don't know. Courtney, when she joins us, she rides either Storm or Maggie, depending on which horse Hailey is riding. We have done multiple things together: laughing, riding, talking, horse events...all of that are precious memories. We once had visitors, Hayley and Charley. I really thought Hayley and Charley were beautiful, and they rode nicely. Charley rode Apache Joe, and Hayley rode Maggie, until Courtney traded off with her, and she rode Storm instead. I miss them now, they were fun to hang out with. Now, looking onward to Summer 2011.
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