ABSTRACT
This presentation begins with a story told by a histrionic Inuit mother/grandmother residing in a Yukon Delta village in June of 1973. The audience consisted of three of the teller’s five daughters, myself, and, for a very brief period, a young grandson and his male playmate. It was designated as a “fairy tale” by the narrator, to much noisy denial by the younger women, who insisted that it was history, that the events had actually occurred in a neighboring community. The dignified old woman stated flatly that this was untrue and proceeded regally with the “fairy tale.” Translation was done by the daughter whom I knew best.
