Native life in the barren
Arctic is a constant battle to survive. To the Inuits who live there, the brutal
struggle to stay alive is balanced by the sweetness of living. A long life is
never assumed, not even an additional year. There was gratefulness for what
each day provided. For them, it was not enough to survive if they did not also find
something to celebrate.
My great grandparents felt
the same way, I think. Life was hard when they moved to Wisconsin in the late
1800s and created a farm in the prairie wilderness. Yet the physical life and
the fresh food they grew helped them live long lives.
