The Old Times — A Heartfelt Reflection on Family, Fellowship, and Growing Up in Alaska

 

“Before Technology, There Was Family”

As I sit here this evening, pondering a great many things, I find myself overwhelmed with gratitude for the life I've lived, the people I've known, and the simple joys that filled my younger days. There’s something about quiet moments like these that stirs up the old memories — the ones that seem etched into your heart forever.

I often think back to my growing-up days here in Southeast Alaska. Those were different times, simpler in many ways, yet richer in the things that mattered most — family, fellowship, and time spent together. Our families were close-knit. We visited one another often, and the lines between relatives and friends were blurred — everyone was family.

Summer days were long and full of adventure. As kids, we didn’t need much — the outdoors was our playground. We climbed trees, skipped rocks, and ran along the beaches until the sun dipped low on the horizon. I remember the picnics, the family gatherings, and those potlucks where the tables groaned under the weight of smoked salmon, fry bread, and all the favorites that spoke to who we were as a people.

Holidays? Oh, they were special. It wasn’t about the gifts — it was about the laughter, the stories, and simply being together. The elders shared their wisdom, the kids soaked it all in (even when we pretended not to listen), and somehow, through it all, we learned the importance of community, respect, and love.

But as the years rolled on and technology found its way into every corner of our lives, something changed. Bit by bit, the togetherness faded. We got busy, distracted, and in many ways… disconnected. The world may be more connected than ever, but I often feel that we, as families, as a tribe, have drifted apart.

My heart yearns for those old times — not because they were perfect, but because they were real. We looked after each other. We shared meals, joys, and burdens. We showed up. And in doing so, we built something that I hope still lingers in the hearts of our younger generations.

So tonight, I sit here grateful… but reflective. And I wonder — what is your favorite memory? When you close your eyes and think of the "good old days," what comes to your heart?

I’d love to hear your stories. Maybe, just maybe, by sharing them, we can hold on to those beautiful pieces of the past — and carry them forward.