EASTER GREETINGS
FROM
GEORGE GOSHAW
Calistoga, Calif.
March 31, 1957
Dear Friends:
Spring has arrived hereabouts
in California, so my thoughts are
of Easter greetings. As it is al
most impossible for me to send
greetings to all my friends in
Nome, Wales and the village of
Shishmaref; to all Pioneers, and
former boy members of the Nome
Junior Poice, and members of the
Nome Junior Rifle Club, due to
my present physical condition, I
must resort to the sending of our
Easter greetings to you via the
Nome Nugget.
Mrs. Goshaw’s poem “The Vill
age Church” requires the follow
ing story or explanation: When I
went to Shishmaref in 1924 I held
a meeting with the people of the
village. On asking them what I
could do to help them, besides
giving some men employment at
the fox ranch, all stated the need
of a church — and so I promised
them a church. This required
much writing to various church
groups. The village Eskimos said
they would lighter the lumber
and building supplies and furnish
the carpenter work if the mater
ials were sent to the village.
Eventually in 1932, the lumber
arrived. But when brought ashore
it was unloaded on the beach
some distance from the church
site.
Moving the lumber required
much work for Mrs. Goshaw and
myself as we hauled almost all
of it with our dogteam, the work
being done after finishing our
daily work at the fox ranch.
So, after the church was com
pleted and services held every
Sunday, one outstanding Eskimo
was our interpreter and he was
appointed by the pastor to be the
first Eskimo deacon. This was
John Sinnok, whom I also ap
pointed as lieutenant of the first
Guard company at the beginning
of World War II. Later when
John Sinnok died he was given
a military burial with services in
the church he helped to build.
This is the reason for Mrs. Go
shaw’s poetic thoughts as ex
pressed in her poems.
I, too, caused the building of
a National Guard armory at
Shishmaref — first a church in
1924 then a guard armory in 1952.
I am recovering here in Cali
fornia with the good assistance
granted by by Dell and her sister
Donna.
Enroute to California we visited
at the Pioneer Home in Sitka, so
again this visit furnished Della
the past deeds of our Nome and
Seward Peninsula pioneers as
again so nicely expressed in Mrs.
Goshaw’s poems as printed in our
Easter greetings to you.
s/ George Goshaw
Alaskan Pioneer
Nome, Alaska
Holy Week Services
At St. Joseph’s Church
Good Friday—
4:00 p.m. Communion Service
7:45 p.m. Stations of theCross
Holy Saturday, Easter Vigil
10:30 p.m. with Midnite Mass
Easter Sunday—
Masses only at 8 and 10 a.m.
Confessions—
Wednesday 7-8 p.m.
Thurs. 4-5 pan., 7:30-8 p.m.
Friday 3-4 p.m.
Saturday 3-5 p.m., 7-9 p.m.
No Evening Devotions Wednesday
Bells From Alaska S.S.
Passenger Boats Turned
Over to Historical Society
SEATTLE, 1#) — Bells of three
well - known Alaska passenger
ships, the Jefferson, Alameda and
Mount McKinley, were turned
over to the Seattle Historical So
ciety yesterday.
Mrs. Robert Roy Bruce, widow
of a veteran Alaska Steamship
Co. chief engineer, presented the
bells of the society from the col
lection of her husband.
Bruce, who died in 1947, sailed
the Alaska run from 1900 to 1946.
Two of his ships were the Jeffer
son and the Alameda.
The 319 - passenger Jefferson
served the Alaska Line from her
commissioning in 1904 until she
was scrapped in 1925. The 387
passenger Alameda burned here
in 1931 at the end of a 48-year
career, 21 years in Alaska servife.
The 337-passenger Mount McKin
ley served a shorter time before
she was lost fleeing the Japanese
attack on Dutch Harbor in 1942.
The mementoes will be exhib
ited in the new marine wing of
the Museum of History and In
dustry when it is completed.
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Science Uses Model Ships
In Local TV Presentation
Pre-testing ship design and con
struction by the use of tiny, ac
curate models in tanks thrat stir
up precise little storm waves is
one of the fascinating projects of
the Stevens Institute of Technol
ogy to been seen in “Industry on
Parade,” scheduled for telecast
tinight at 7:15 p.m. over KNOM- I
TV, Channel 4.
Films of actual tire blowouts, |
made on a camera that takes 1200
pictures per second at the Sieber
ling Rubber Company, Akron, O.,
are part of another unusual se
quence in the National Associa- j
tion of Manufacturer’s weekly
television newsreel.
TURKEY — MERC — 79c per lb.
Tigers Stage Fight
To Death Before
15,000 Spectators
NEW YORK, UPi — Two tigers
staged a jungle-style fight to the
death before 15,000 spectators in
the circus arena at Madison
Square Garden Wednesday.
A seven-year-old female royal
Bengal tiger named Ila — valued
at nearly $5,000—was killed by
a 4-year-old male named Rajah.
The fight lasted three minutes.
The two first cuffed and snarled
at each other during their act, in
which they were part of a team
of 12 tigers handled by trainer
Trevor Bale.
Bale apparently managed to
pacify them but at the end of act,
as the tigers were being herded
into a runway to leave the ring,
Rajah pounced on Ila and the
mauling, clawing death battle en
sued.
Roustabouts of the Ringing
Brothers - Barnum & Bailey Cir
cus, armed with steel bars, final
ly separated the two tigers and
got them out of the arena. Ila
bled to death while a veterinarian
worked over her.
Rajah suffered only a few
scratches and will stay with the
act.
NOTICE
Sales Tax reports on retail sales
and services for the quarter end
ing March 31, 1957, must be In
the City Clerk's Office Tuesday,
April 30, 1957.
Carrie M. McLain
City Clerk
Publ. Apr. 17, 24, 29.
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TO THE PEOPLE OF NOME, PIONEERS, AND ESKIMO FRIENDS
EASTER GREETINGS
THE VILLAGE CHURCH
At the end of the village street, it stands clean and white,
Tall and proud it stands, the emblem of God’s might.
Its far-reaching shadows fall alike on land and on sea,
Protecting, guiding with its light wherever we may be.
Clear on the cold and frosty air, its ringing bell sends out
Its message to all alike, the sinner, the devout.
God’s true and lasting love for all glows warm within its walls,
To Him, it guides our stumbling feet, lifting all who fall.
It is our Village Church, built by our toiling hands,
And deep within our hearts, we hold the love of God,
for which it stands.
JOHN SINNOK,
Shishmaref Eskimo
To know him, was to love him as a friend,
There is no other to take his place.
He lived in sympathy with his fellow men,
And kindness was written in his face.
He lived as he believed, honest and sincere,
Always ready with a helping hand,
No evil of a neighbor would he hear,
Or had he fear of life’s demands.
Young and old were numbered as his friends,
For he spoke well of everyone he k¥iew,
Careful always lest his words offend,
Telling only what he knew was true.
Loving God, believing His words, trusting always
in happiness or strife,
We know that he has reached his just reward
to sit beside Him in Eternal Life.
—By Della Z. Goshaw
Note: John always liked to have me play the record
“La Paloma” when he visited at our home. —G.R.G.
AN EASTER WISH AND EASTER PRAYER
FOR ALL OF YOURS AND YOU TO SHARE,
THE “WISH”—MUCH JOY FOR BIG AND SMALL;
THE “PRAYER”—GOD’S BLESSING ON YOU ALL !
TO OUR PIONEERS
Sojourning at the
Pioneer Home, Sitka, Alaska
As twilight dims the waning day,
And evening shadows turn the gold to gray,
There comes the tranquil hour of peace,
When hoarded memories find release.
A spoken word, a long-remembered face
Will send them winding back thru space,
Fifty years so long ago you live again
The days along the trail and feel the pain
Of biting cold, the sting of drifting snow
Against the face; you fight your slow
And painful way, thru blinding storms,
To find the welcome glow of fires that warm
Your aching limbs at journey’s end—
The fires still burning in the hearts of friends.
AT EASTER TIME
You feel the pulse of waking spring, its breath ,
Brings release to Life— You follow winding streams
With heavy pack, a shovel, a pick and pan.
You scale the rocky peaks, still untamed by man.
You see the glory of the rising sun.
And as the shadows tell the day is done,
Your back grows weary with the load. Then you rest
In the twilight glow, content to end your fruitless quest
For gold. Oh, the fullness of well-lived years—
The memories of the friends you still hold dear.
—By Della Z. Goshaw
From GEORGE and DELLA GOSHAW and DONNA WALDRON
Temporarily Residing at Calistoga, California