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It was beyond delightful to talk with these people. Pat took an instant shine to me because he said, "you Pat, I Pat. Good name." With help from an anthropology student from the University of Alberta, Niall Fink, JJ talked about his life."They're making a book about me. Yeah. It is going in all the schools so the kids can learn about how we lived in the old days. They call it oral history. " Page 3,JJ's introduction. Born in 1920 and whether or not under a spruce tree might be questioned, he led a fascinating life setting trap lines, building moose skin boats, playing the harmonica, . His father was a white settler who came to the Klondike from West Virginia in the Gold Rush and married his mother Eliza who was born in the 1880's. Page 9, "My mother was an Indian, you see. She could talk both languages. I don't know how she did it but she could talk to Indians around Stewart River at Dawson and they talked different languages altogether. She knew Tlingit too. Her mother was married to Chief Jackson, from around Juneau." It is beyond intriguing to read how they went away to school, as very young tots, really away, down river and had to stay until the end of school term, away from their families. Pat was 92 when I met him and sharp but tired. This last photo shows me with the family. This is a 5 ***** book.
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