Life Happens

John Lennon has been credited with the phrase “Life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans,” but as with most of my writing I was curious to know if he actually did write it or if he borrowed the line from someone else. It turns out, according to several sources, the phrase has been around for decades, and perhaps far longer…. The website QuoteInvestigator.com traces the history all the way back to the Bible, noting:

A man’s heart deviseth his way: but the Lord directeth his steps. (Cor hominis disponit viam suam: sed Domini est dirigere gressus eius.) –Old Testament: Proverbs, xvi, 9. (c. 350 B. C.)

Be that as it may, the quote resonated with me many times this past summer as my life took a number of unexpected twists and turns. Having spent the last half of 2024 and the first three months of 2025 traveling the western states in my 24′ motorhome (see my previous posts), I was making plans to continue the journey and visit the eastern part of the Outside states, where I have a son and daughter-in-law and many good friends to spend time with. And of course I would also revisit my west coast friends and family, and many friends who I’d missed on my first trip south. It was going to be another epic adventure!

Arriving back in Alaska after my first trip Outside, April, 2025

But everything changed when my two young grandsons, Kevin and Collin, ages 9 and 14, came to live with me. I won’t go into the details, but there was never any question about my stepping into the role of official guardian for them; I’ve been close to these boys their entire lives, and they are as near and dear to me as my own kids were at their ages (and of course they all still are).

Kevin exploring in Hatcher Pass, one of our favorite local places.

Our first order of business was a place to live, as my 24′ motorhome wasn’t cutting it for three of us (and my dog). Thanks to my oldest son John and his brother Chris, that was taken care of when they completely refurbished an older mobile home on property that John owns and we moved into it last June. In an ironic twist of fate, this is a property that my parents purchased back in the 1980s, sold to my brother sometime in the ’90s, and he sold it to John a decade or so later. This place has been in our family for over 40 years now, and it’s a real gem, a diamond in the rough, and the boys and I are very happy here.

Nasturtiums and impatiens and strawberries blooming on our front porch

Not long after we moved in and got settled, my dog Annie presented us with a litter of puppies. Annie is a mix between a German wire-haired terrier and some type of Australian cattle dog, maybe a blue heeler, and as near as anyone could figure the dad dog was a purebred chocolate lab who spent a lot of time hanging out with her. The puppies grew fast and we found homes for all but three of them; the boys each wanted to keep one, and the third pup is promised to a friend who can’t take him just yet. I hadn’t planned on having four dogs to feed and care for, but life is what happens…. We also have three fish and Collin has a very cool Leopard gecko named Leo, and my brother Bill recently gave Kevin a beautiful little calico kitten, so we’re managing a growing menagerie here.

Collin with Luke and Leia after giving them baths at the dog wash in Wasilla.

Over the summer we spent a lot of time traveling to some of our favorite places, such as Talkeetna, the beautiful Willow side of Hatcher Pass, the Knik River Valley, and Whittier, where beachcombing was the favorite pastime. Annie and the puppies traveled with us everywhere and it was fun to see them exploring and learning and growing with each new adventure. The two keepers, Luke and Leia, are going to be really good dogs, like their mom.

Annie, a good dog

Kevin and Collin have both decided they want to be homeschooled, so we’re settling into continuing our daily rythms and rhymes without the interruptions of school. I homeschooled all five of my kids, and my mom homeschooled my two youngest siblings and introduced me to the writings of John Holt, whose belief in the innate abilities of children was legendary. John, whose books won many awards and landed him on several talk shows in the ’80s, became a good friend before his passing in 1985, and his protege, Patrick Farenga, is continuing his work, is still a good friend, and is one of the people I’d planned on visiting on my trip Outside.

“I have come to believe that a person’s schooling is as much a part of his private business as his politics or religion, and that no one should be required to answer questions about it. May I say instead that most of what I know I did not learn in school, and indeed was not even ‘taught.'” — John Holt

The boys and I have plans to do more traveling around our beautiful state now that the tourists have mostly left Alaska. We want to visit Valdez again, and Homer, and Fairbanks, all of which have been wonderful adventures in the past, but we also want to go somewhere on the Alaska Railroad, maybe to Seward where we can visit the Sealife Center again, or Denali Park, which is just as interesting in the winter as in summertime. And of course the ocean is always calling us….

Collin and Kevin beachcombing in Whittier.

Occasionally something will make me think of the trip I had planned for this part of my life, and I find myself wondering ‘what if…’ But the reality here and now overrides any regrets or second thoughts, and this unexpected opportunity to help these two boys grow into young men is an adventure I would not trade for anything.

I am reminded of a favorite quote from the inimitable Mark Twain:

—“There are no accidents, all things have a deep and calculated purpose; sometimes the methods employed by Providence seem strange and incongruous, but we have only to be patient and wait for the result: then we recognize that no others would have answered the purpose, and we are rebuked and humbled.” —The Refuge of the Derelicts, 1909

Thanks for reading,

Helen

Collin and Kevin taking their puppies for a walk.

Sled Dogs in the Desert

The important place of sled dogs in American history as portrayed by the amazing sled dog paintings of my friend Veryl Goodnight is the subject of the book I published in November: Sled Dogs in America: The Art of Veryl Goodnight, by Veryl Goodnight and Helen Hegener. Veryl’s historically accurate paintings have elevated the history of sled dogs to an exhibit at the prestigious Smithsonian-associated Western Spirit Museum in Scottsdale, Arizona, and Veryl and I will be giving two slideshow presentations at the museum on February 6th, followed by a reception. It promises to be an exciting event!

Running for nine months, through April, 2025, the unique exhibit we helped curate showcases not only the paintings done by Veryl, but includes the history behind the paintings as I researched it for my 2023 book, The History of Sled Dogs in North America. Also included are many of the props and supporting pieces Veryl used in creating her paintings.

Although I’ve seen many photographs of the displays, I got my first actual look at the sled dog exhibit last week, and it was quite humbling to walk into that very prestigious museum and see my name on the walls, along with the photos I’d researched and the history I’d written!

But just as thrilling was to see two of the titles published by my Northern Light Media on the top shelf of the museum bookstore!

Veryl and I signed their copies and marveled at the depth and quality of the other items for sale!

I smiled to see people walking through the exhibit carrying copies of the book Veryl and I had produced together, and it was wonderful to talk with the docents and the visitors about the history and Veryl’s beautiful artwork. Our visit last week was impromptu, but it gave us a wonderful advance look at how exciting it will be when we return to present our slideshow and talk on February 6th!


Fragility

Screen Shot 2016-04-29 at 9.09.34 AMI am not used to being fragile. I’ve been through car crashes, fallen off cliffs, thrown from horses, slipped on ice, and once had a mineshaft start collapsing while a friend and I were exploring, but all in all I’ve been lucky and have escaped major injuries in this lifetime. But two bad falls this week have left me sore and bruised and feeling rather shaken. Their sudden unexpectedness has left a grim reminder that we aren’t always in control of everything, and as they say, stuff happens.

cautionThe first accident happened in – of all places – the local emergency care facility. My grandson and I were waiting in the car for his mom, and after a while the little fellow needed to use their restroom, so we were making our way across the parking lot when an uneven spot in the pavement tripped me up and I went down, hard. That bruised both knees and my wrist, and all three are still sore several days later.

The second incident happened yesterday as the same grandson and I were shopping. He was being playful and dodging around me, I reached to grab him up, missed, and hit the floor sideways, landing on my shoulder. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but a couple of hours later I couldn’t raise my arm over my head, and by late last night there was an unmistakable ache telling me something got bruised or worse.

arnicaThis morning I am limping, gimping, and having trouble raising more than a coffee cup. Arnica is my friend, and I’m going to invest in a heating pad since I loaned all of mine to others in need many years ago. Meanwhile, there’s a quote by Mark Twain, one of my favorite authors, about accidents.

Screen Shot 2016-04-29 at 9.50.20 AMI only dimly remembered how it went, so I looked it up online: “There are no accidents, all things have a deep and calculated purpose; sometimes the methods employed by Providence seem strange and incongruous, but we have only to be patient and wait for the result: then we recognize that no others would have answered the purpose, and we are rebuked and humbled.” That quote is from “The Refuge of the Derelicts” published in Fables of Man, which was written in 1909. Knowing the context, I don’t think Twain had silly stumbling falls in mind when he wrote that, but no matter, it makes me feel better to think that perhaps there’s a reason for my accidents, even if it’s only message from the universe to slow down a tad.

 

 

 

Denali

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Yesterday I spent an hour or so trying to get the header photo to look right on this blog, and this morning it still looks like the top of Denali is chopped off by the top of the frame. The specs call for an image 1440 x 600 pixels, which is what I put up there originally, but after several attempts the current image is around 1200 x 400 pixels and still doesn’t look right. I tried cropping the image, framing the image, reloading the page, and all the other tricks I’ve learned over the years to make technology cooperate, but the answer to this mystery still eludes me. So here is the image as it should appear:

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This is one of my favorites by Alaskan artist Sydney Laurence, titled ‘Mount McKinley from the Rapids of the Tokositna River.’ This image is in the public domain.

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Sydney Laurence 1914

The Tokositna River marks the southeast corner of Denali National Park, and this image of Denali as viewed from the hills above the rapids of the Tokositna River became Sydney Laurence’s trademark. He painted many different renditions of the view, and it is this image more than any other which personifies Laurence for his many admirers and collectors.

If you’d like to see this view for yourself, a friend of my mother’s, gold miner Dennis Garrett, has provided an excellent free online access guide to the area, which is off the Petersville Road northwest of Talkeetna: “A very nice trail takes off from here, and by following it for a mile or so, you can overlook the Tokositna Valley and Glacier, the Tokosha Mountains, and of course, Denali, the ‘Great One.’ (aka Mt. McKinley) In the 1920s, the world-renowned Alaskan artist Sydney Laurence painted from this vantage point.”