By Tony Krotki OMI
Editor’s note: We share in two parts the story written by Tony of the visit of our Provincial and Regional Councilor to the high North. Picture Tony sitting right in front of you as you read this story. He is a marvelous storyteller. This was a delightful visit filled with the many challenges that the North presents to every visitor. John and Warren will never forget this visit! Thank you, Tony, for the many photos that you included with this article.
Photo credits: Tony Krotki OMI
Part one: The Whale

John Malazdrewich, Warren Brown and Tony Kroti at the Inukshuit at the entrance to the town.
“All went well until now, our entire trip was so good, all according to the schedule but the Bishop said ‘make sure you do not plan a meeting for the next day after your return. It may take few days extra.’” Fr. John said with a little sense of disappointment as his baggage did not arrive at Igloolik on the day of their arrival.
I was in the Chapel celebrating a wedding liturgy when my Brother Oblates, Fr. Warren Brown and John Malazdrewich arrived from the airport. The day before I had arranged pick up transportation from the airport. Yet it was late evening and I realized that the next day afternoon the Co-op would have an annual meeting. The man I had asked to pick them up was the president of the Co-op directors and he was not able to go to the airport to pick them up.
Early in the morning of the fiftteenth of October I found another person to get them. I have asked Georgia to welcome them as they arrived at the mission and to come and participate in the wedding.

Warren Brown
The plane was forty minutes late. The frustration of not having the baggage arrive was an introduction to the North that had a definite effect on my guests.
Fr. Warren walked into the mission knowing that there were vehicles outside. Perhaps they were expecting a welcoming committee? Instead these vehicles belonged to the many people in the chapel. There had been no Tony to welcome them!
At the very moment when Fr. Warren decided to leave the building, Georgia, my faithful disciple, run outside after him asking him to come back inside. She showed the uncertain pair the upstairs and made them feel at home.
Only after the wedding was finished did I ran upstairs to meet them in the living room while enjoying the best Arctic view and best Arctic fresh Tim Horton’s coffee from the front window. Fr. John and Warren, looking towards South, wondering what God’s plan held for them. What would happen up here in the cold, snowing weather with nothing to see. The only noise to hear was coming up from the church and this was in a language they could not understand.
I am sure they wondered what God’s plan could be.
Being very busy still with the needs of the people gathered for the Wedding reception I would be one moment with my brothers but the next moment with the wedding people.
Supper preparation must have appeared confusing. I was getting supper ready for my brothers and in the hall downstairs the people were getting the wedding supper ready. There was need for all sort of things from mission kitchen! People filled the upstairs quickly, the children were running everywhere and visitors coming to say hello to see who is upstairs.
Our Oblate community of three ate a fine supper. Then it was the time to get ready for the Sunday celebration. Fr. John and Warren took the opportunity to search their devices and get connected to the internet as it seems so important in today’s communication world; e-mails, documents, information, travels, schedules, planning and agendas. So much to look after while this remarkable life experience was going to pass very soon within a blink of an eye.

John Malazdrewich and Warren Brown OMI
Fr. John expressed the wonderful desire that Fr. Warren carried in his heart to visit the Diocese of Churchill and his brother Oblates in the Northern missions. Fr. Warren had always wanted to see the Northern lights. His dream would be fulfilled, he hoped.
Knowing the North a bit I had to let him be realistic but hopeful. Considering the time of the year the Northern lights appear very seldom in October. Yet I thought it would be nice for him to see something special. A little more talk time for the Provincial and Fr. Warren concluded our first day of visit.
On Sunday morning a light snow and delicate breeze brought a limited visibility to our island and the possibility of a flight arriving with Fr. John’s baggage was also in question. By 9:00 AM in the morning Tim Horton’s fresh coffee sent an invitation (aroma) through the corridor and the response was great.
Fr. Warren showed up in living room and I told him to look on the sea because there are people on the brake water checking the net. Perhaps a whale was caught? Using binoculars we could see better and Fr. Warren confirmed that there is something going on. In a moment we could see people driving faster and faster on the streets in the front of the mission trying to reach the dike as fast as they could.
In the next moment we saw Chris pick up a gun. He shoot once. Again everyone stopped. The boat slowly made a little turn around and we could see in thirty seconds that on the side of the boat facing us was a big whale’s tail. The boat was moving slowly toward the shore where crowd of people gathered.
“Fr. Warren you need to see that!” I said. “Get dressed and let us go there to get some muktak for lunch.” At first a slight hesitation but he took a bite. We took our cameras and then we went to hunt for blubber. As we were coming closer we walked faster; the delicacy was surely fast disappearing!
As soon as we got there, half of the whale blubber was gone. Natalino saw us and he called asking if I had a knife to get myself a muktak? I had brought no knife so he cut us a wonderfully big chunk of blubber. Fr. Warren could not miss the opportunity to get his hand on it as a great hunter would.
Taking some pictures along the way we had to get back because God called us for Mass in one hour. Coming home we felt rather disappointed with the fact that the Prairie Boy did not get the chance to lay his hand on whale. But then what would prairie kid do with the blubber?

Warren Brown with the gift of whale blubber.
We felt better instantly. As we climbed upstairs Fr. John welcomed us with laughter. “What is that? What did you do? Where are you coming from?”
“Did you see? They got a whale and they were holding it while coming to the shore and we could see only the tail.” Fr. Warren spoke as fast as he could with excitement: “Whale by the tail?”
Fr. John burst into laughter.
Fr. Warren continued. “Yes, Yes, Yes! We saw that. We were there. Lots of people, meat, blood, children on the back of their mothers, men cutting blubber and the fellow who gave us a ride from the airport caught this whale and gave us big chunk. Look! See!”
Fr. John looked at it and disgustedly said, “Oh no! Whale? I don’t eat sea food!!” We all smiled.