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The Salmon Project Series: Thank you, Swimmer

March 19, 2014

Last month, The Salmon Project commissioned essays by 15 Alaskans who were asked to share some of their thoughts about the value of salmon in their lives and communities and Alaskans' preparedness to steward salmon for the future. These essays explored the deep and personal relationship Alaskans have with salmon, and encouraged discussion about the future of salmon and salmon people. Ak Salmon Sisters' own Emma Teal was asked to write one of these essays, and her piece Thank you, Swimmer, was published in the Alaska Dispatch February 8, 2014.

 

The Salmon Project: Thank you, Swimmer

"The truth is, I’m enchanted with salmon, and with those who fish for them. I especially want to celebrate the number of women I know running their own boats and working on deck. These are the women who inspire me."Courtesy Emma Laukitis ___________________________________________________________________
(Seventh of 15 parts)
Before I was born, my mom and dad bought a homestead on the Aleutian Islands. The place was remote -- across the bay from a small Aleut village -- but alone on the tundra and surrounded by sea. This place, Stonewall Place, and its proximity to fishing grounds seemed a siren’s call to my young parents, on their first married adventure. Salmon were swimming through “The Pass” and into fishermen’s nets. My parents set out to catch their first fish. 
With the influx of money from their first salmon seasons, raising children became feasible. My sister was born before the first Area M salmon opener in 1990, and I joined her a year later.
Stonewall Place taught us about survival. Survival was possible with subsistence and self-sustainability. The four of us depended on water to power our waterwheel, driftwood for warmth, and the ocean for food. Our home was isolated, our family insular. We grew strong as an entity -- by enduring together and fishing together.
I learned very young that salmon were to be respected. My mom taught my sister and me to weave mats out of long beach grass. These mats became beds for two sides of a salmon, filleted with a beach-found mussel shell. We honored the first fish we caught each summer with a prayer and eagle down in our dandelion-blonde hair. We treat the salmon with respect, my dad taught us, so that when we send the salmon’s remains back to the sea, she tells the others to swim to our nets.
The smell of salmon became our own. When we skiffed across the pass to the village for groceries and mail, the postmistress sniffed at us from across the counter. My mom set down a bag of her smoked salmon, the source of our smell, on a book of stamps. The villagers loved Mom’s smoked strips. They called it “Aleut candy.”
Salmon fishing was my first paying job and early source of entertainment. Too young to be of real use, my sister and I were put to work “sliming” with butter knives the king salmon my dad brought home for my mom’s smokehouse. While she filleted and brined the fish, we dissected and tasted and squealed. Not many years later, we were Grundens-clad crewmen on the back deck of my dad’s boat, the Lucky Dove.
My family moved to Homer for the winters when my sister and I were old enough to require real schooling. We were timid and uncertain away from the wild Aleutians. But there was already a common language forming between us and a freckled girl from a fish camp in Ugashik, a brother and sister from an Area M drifter, the spirited daughter of a Dillingham setnetting family. Together we were children of a seasonal tradition, returning with our families each summer in search of salmon, the fish that sustained us and defined our collective lives.
I saved my crew share through high school. My mom helped me open a bank account, and my dad emphasized the importance of financial independence. They encouraged my sister and me to put the money we saved towards college tuition.
I thought I didn’t have a chance at college. My family didn’t come from prestige. I had gaps in my education from homeschooling for eight years in Bush Alaska. I read about different colleges in a hand-me-down catalog and dog-eared pages that looked like they might be a good fit, but I had never been to these places and I couldn’t claim to know what I was looking for. When it came time to write the application essays, though, I realized that I did, at least, have a story. And where did this story come from? From those salmon that my parents came to Alaska in search of, that I return to search for each summer.
When I arrived at an East Coast college I found myself a curiosity, and I was proud to be an Alaskan. I felt pride for other Alaskans, who I knew to be hard-working and humble. I developed a new admiration for the life I’d left behind, specifically the culture of fishing that seemed obsolete on this other coast.
It was hard to explain my love for salmon. I was surrounded with people who regarded commercial fishing as an antiquated, borderline barbaric occupation. “How can you say you love salmon when you kill so many of them?”
I swore that it was a ridiculous question, but I didn’t know how to answer it yet. I watched how salmon, the tradition of fishing, and my sense of place gave purpose to my studies. In the art studio I witnessed my hands roll a whole thawed salmon from my freezer in ink and print it onto butcher paper. I felt the way my writing always turned back to some reference to the sea. I couldn’t deny the relief my body felt when I ate a jar of smoked salmon my mom had sent, on the worst day of finals period, with a fork in the library. The other jars were saved as incentive for completing the hardest rowing practices and the latest nights loading the boat trailer. Salmon gave strength to my body, contributing to four of my team’s consecutive NCAA rowing championships.
I felt an intense urge to defend the smell and taste of real salmon when I found something called salmon in the dining hall. That meal of farmed fish baked in refried beans and coffee grounds lacked the familiar sensations of healing and strength, the immediate transfer of energy from fish to human, to which I was accustomed.
Through college my sister and I returned to the Aleutians in summertime to fish. One slow day on the back deck we dreamed up a business for someday. We’d call ourselves a clever name and we’d create art and clothing and make our love for the ocean and our pride for fishing known. While in Italy studying at an art school, I learned how to screen print and started creating the designs that would turn into this business. Now, in my first year after college, my sister and I are learning to be small business owners of our company, Salmon Sisters. In this first year of our online sales of organic apparel featuring salmon, rockfish and fanciful mermaids, we’ve sent packages to more than 1,000 Alaskans in coastal communities from Petersburg to Naknek, from Saint Mary’s to Nome. Our clothing has found its way to Norway, Italy, Madagascar. We are astonished by how many people love the ocean and its creatures.
The truth is, I’m enchanted with salmon, and with those who fish for them. I especially want to celebrate the number of women I know running their own boats and working on deck. These are the women who inspire me. Their hands are slimy and callused. Their hair hasn’t been brushed in weeks. They are passionate about their work.
Salmon have given all Alaskans a common language, a set of values, something to believe in and hope for (at the very least, a strong salmon run). Salmon have kept my family close, physically on 48 feet of aluminum, but also bonded by a fierce connection to the ocean. Salmon have provided me with an education, have given direction to my work as an artist, offered me physical strength as an athlete, and have been the single thread woven through my friends and my community. Salmon have given me something to work for, to hope for, and to defend.
How does one thank the source of her existence? In my dad’s words, We catch God and we eat her. We do that with gratitude. And yet, as we know from the fate of salmon elsewhere in the world, we live in fragile balance. I wonder if I’ve exploited my relationship with these fish, despite the gratitude I feel and the respect I offer.
When June comes, I’ll be honoring our first fish. My family, in the tradition of Alaska fishermen, will remain resourceful, humble and cognizant of our responsibilities. I believe in the salmon with my spirit, my heart, my health. You have provided us, Swimmer, with the tools for a rich and rewarding life.  
Emma Teal Laukitis was raised on a homestead near False Pass, Alaska. She has lived in Homer during winters but has returned to the Aleutians to drift and longline with her family each summer. Emma recently graduated from Williams College, where she studied English and studio art. Emma and her sister Claire celebrated their first year as small business owners in September and look forward to a creative future with their company, Salmon Sisters.  
The Salmon Voices Series is supported by The Salmon Project, an experiment in telling and hearing the stories of Alaskans and our salmon. The project hopes to highlight and deepen Alaskans' strong personal relationships with salmon as food, a source of income, and a way of life. Support for the project is provided by the Gordon & Betty Moore Foundation.   For the complete series and an introduction by Alaskan author Nancy Lord, click here.  


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