At a time when I had gained some understanding of Christian Science, I spent a year in the area of the North Pole with my husband. He was conducting ice studies and surveying glaciers. Our home at the time was a small, primitive hunter's cabin. This was located on the eightieth parallel, on a wild, barren coast, miles from any human habitation.
As a painter, I was thrilled by the lovely, pure colors of the Far North. I painted day and night, forgetting everything around me and neglecting daily study of the Bible Lesson (outlined in the Christian Science Quarterly).
One day my husband and a companion left on a two-week tour just before the onset of the total darkness of the polar night. The trip was necessary to stock the shelter huts of the vast territory with provisions. I was alone in the hut when the first of the dreaded equinoctial storms broke and continued to rage for nine days with no letup.
