My grandma, Lorene Ellis.
She was a true pioneer, shaping a path for herself and her family, navigating wild Alaska and the male-dominated terrain. 💙 She’s my hero of taking what you have in front of you and making it work... like when she nursed her boys through illness with nothing on hand but flour, water and love... hundreds of miles from town.
She was my hero of love; always a kind word or cup of tea even if she didn’t understand what you were about. Her world didn’t have much room for people like me in it because, like I said, it was patriarchal terrain and I never was one for alpha-male posturing; but I never, not for one instant, felt her love or acceptance waver, no matter what color my hair or nails were or who I brought with me down the Nabesna Road. I always had a place at her table.
She was like this with all her kids. Sweet first, and tough if needed.
Rest In Peace Grandma, thank you for your love, grace, strength and companionship. You rock.