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Kippis! A Literary Journal, Volume 1 No. 1, Winter 2009 1 . Welcome from the Editor by Beth L. Virtanen Welcome to our first edition of Kippis! groups that do not currently reside in their Literary Journal. Kippis! is the result of places of origin or in the country from the natural outgrowth of our development which their families originally migrated. of the Finnish North American Literature Thus, an individual of Latvian extraction, Association (FinNALA) whose mission it for example, living and writing in the US, is to promote the creation, dissemination Canada or the UK may choose to and is and study of Finnish North America most welcome to submit to Kippis! We Literature. A lot of work has gone into the believe that our collective voices planning of Kippis! by the members of juxtaposed against one another can FinNALA, the contributors to and editorial contribute to our understanding of our staff of the FinNALA Newsletter, and the multiethnic lives and experiences. new Kippis! editorial staff. When the first grant to the This planning began back in 2005 Finlandia Foundation National was with early drafts of the online annotated written, the intent was to reach the bibliography of Finnish North American broadest audience possible so as to Literature which is housed on the promote Finnish culture in America – one FinNALA website, at www.finnala.com. of the Foundation’s major objectives. At that time and because of the initial Opening Kippis! to the broad sweep of interest in the work of FinNALA, it cultures meets that objective and allows seemed that the organization might Kippis! to play a major role in the task of flourish and find other means of promoting bringing ethnic literature to a broader this particular area of North American worldwide audience. We thank the Literature. Finlandia Foundation National for their Kippis! strives to extend awareness support, and we hope that we will be able of the literature of descendents of Finnish to grow into the challenges we face in people and Finnish immigrants in welcoming a reading and writing public whichever country they may now reside. It from across the globe. does not limit itself, however, to Welcome to this first edition of publishing only the literature of Finns Kippis! Literary Journal. outside the confines of Finland. It actively seeks submissions from other ethnic 2 Kippis! A Literary Journal, Volume 1 No. 1, Winter 2009 Creative Writing Contest First-Place Winner No Place for a Woman by Sirpa Kaukinen "Bang!" The sound of the last shot she swayed awkwardly up the snowy path was drowned by the steady "chug, chug, leading to the section house. Pausing once chug, , ," of the daily freight train as it she eyed the innocent land which held her sped past the small section house in the in isolation. vast North American wilderness. "After the baby comes I'll move to "You're dead!" she said, more to town." assure herself than the few hens that ran She knew her time to be soon. and flew in terrified disarray within the "I can't come back here but how small hen house. She searched the will I tell Erik?" reddish, furry body for signs of life but the She thought about her problems as fox lay dead, completely free of the she returned to her interrupted supper mayhem it had caused. Sickened by the preparations. bloody sight, she stumbled outside to suck Two years in the wilderness had fresh air until the excitement of the past taught her the beginnings of physical half hour slowly left her. Then, with one survival but often left her afraid and work-worn hand pressed against her homesick for the old country. Added to pregnancy-swollen stomach, she sought that were all the unknowns with the for movement. Presently the baby within coming baby. answered with a kick causing her to laugh "Don't go out there! It's no place with relief "you're all right." She was so for a woman!" The stationmaster's wife, used to talking to herself that it no longer Ruth Brown had said, when she had surprised her. "Erik can clean up the fox." climbed into the boxcar with Erik two She tried to remember if she had left the years ago. She had smiled, not hen house door unlatched and the fox had understanding the English words, but got in that way but she wasn’t sure. She repeating them to herself and to Erik, she pushed the incident to the back of her had asked him later what he thought they mind. meant. Still clutching the gun in her hand, Kippis! A Literary Journal, Volume 1 No. 1, Winter 2009 3 "I know the words but I don’t she had baked bread every week. Erik had know what she means," was his short also built a makeshift sauna from the same reply. boards and she had heated it twice a week She knew Erik had been lucky in to keep everyone clean. Early in the finding steady work as a section man summer she had made twig-brooms for along the railway when unemployment sweeping the floors and paths neat. was a way of life for most immigrants in But the baby would need more. the early thirties. The choice had been She found it hard to define what the more hers: to live in town like most women did was, but more safety and security for sure. or to go with him and she had chosen to go There were just too many dangers like the with him. It had been enough for the two fox and the bear she had seen a few times of them, but the baby would need more. by the far-off blueberry patch. "How can I bring a baby here?" "We'll go to town Saturday or She surveyed the familiar kitchen more Sunday and I'll have to tell Erik tonight critically than usual. Dominated by an that I won't be coming back here ugly, pot-bellied stove in the middle, the anymore," she said to herself. room was small but warm. Heat traveled Then she walked over to her usual all the way to the far corners of the two place by the window to wait for the bedrooms on either side,^ one belonging to handcar that Erik and the men used for her and Erik and the other to the three men work to come into view. who worked with him. They had plenty of "It's cold today, Anna, it's going to wood and coal brought in by the train, be a really cold night!" Erik commented enough to keep a good fire in the section as he came in and stamped the snow off house and a small one in the hen house. his boots. Crude cupboards on one wall of the "Damn cold," Bill continued, "even kitchen held her dishes and pots while a for January!" rough table and four uneven chairs leaned "I know it's cold. I’ve been against the other wall. A window let in the outside. I shot a fox today!" she started to afternoon sunlight which cast a yellow tell Erik in their own language. square on the worn wooden floor. "A fox!" Erik said to her and She thought about all they had turned to tell the men in English: "You done in the past two years; dug a root hear that? She killed a fox!" vegetable garden; protected it with a She almost regretted having said primitive fence and a gate. They had anything as she realized he added up the fashioned the small hen house from left- fox as one more skill on her side in coping over boards and dragged an old heater in it with the wilderness. to give some heat for the hens in the "I don't know if it's so good. I winter. She had gone to town on the train think it just proves how wild it is here. and bought a few chicks from a farm near How can I bring a baby here, Erik? I think there. After the eggs had started coming it's better for me and the baby in town." 4 Kippis! A Literary Journal, Volume 1 No. 1, Winter 2009 She carried the pot to the table and She rushed out ahead of him. started to ladle out the stew, first to Erik, "Are you sick?" Erik's anxious then to Bill, Charlie and Len, leaving eyes scanned her face after she had thrown herself last. up her supper. "But you're doing so well Anna! "No, I just don't feel good. It must You've got your garden and the hens and be me thinking about the mess with the now you can shoot too!" Erik continued fox." She straightened herself. while the men ate in silence. "You okay Anna?" Charlie asked She saw a small fear creeping into from the open doorway. his eyes and tempering the tone of his "I'm okay." She left most of the voice. English-talking to Erik but now she felt "And who will cook?" brave enough to reply: "I'm okay. I just "I don't care who cooks! You can think about the fox." all start cooking! I miss home and "Well something like that can sure everyone there and it’s not safe for the make you sick." Charlie agreed. baby." "Not the baby?" Erik still She lifted the bottom of her apron demanded. to wipe the starting tears.