takwākin masinipīsinowina – fall pictures

Here are some fall pictures I’ve taken in the last couple of years. I just wanted to share.

sakahk – bush
mistikwak – trees
mistik – tree
pīsim – sun
mīskanāw – road
mīskanās – little road
sīpiy – river
sīpīsis – small river or stream
sakahikan – lake



Life is like a dance you learn as you live

There is a song title that inspired the following quote, you may know what it is.

pimācihowin tāpiskoc nīmīhitowin kikāti kiskīthihtīn kāti pimātisīn
Life is like a dance you learn as you live

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mistāpiw namīhtāw – Bigfoot has left tracks

Going through my Facebook feed this morning, I noticed a shared post by Jarome Stpierre and it showed a picture and a video of somebody leaving huge tracks. I was intrigued and decided to share with you what his father has taken footage of.

Seeing tracks like this must be awesome. I can only imagine what the feeling was like to see something like that. After hearing stories about wihtikō (wendigo from other bands) from nimosōm – my grandfather, I would always be on the lookout for strange tracks or any anomaly whatsoever. Unfortunately, I have never seen anything remotely resembling a mystery such as the tracks posted above.

I have seen bears that looked like a humanoid of some kind and realized that it was a bear upon closer inspection. I have even seen a bear from afar on the side of the road and told my son, “Charles, look, that’s a bear over there.” Only for the bear to fly up to the trees because it was a raven. He had a good laugh, as I laughed with a red face (I didn’t tell him I was embarrassed).

My eyes may not be the best proof of anything. I would like to find something as tangible as the tracks from Jerome’s father. Maybe I will go for a walk today and look for something.

mistāpiw namīhtāw – Bigfoot has left tracks




1500 – kihci-mitāhatomitanaw mīna niyānan mitāhatomitanaw

The First Nation Stories Facebook page (https://www.facebook.com/firstnationstories/)  recently reached over 1500 likes. It has been a long time coming. I appreciate all the followers from the beginning and to the new ones the page gets each week.

I hope I said and wrote it right.

From the words of Cree Teacher, Simon Bird – kinanāskomitin = I thank you/I am thankful for you/I am grateful for you (#CreeSimonSays).

kihci-mitāhatomitanaw mīna niyānan mitāhatomitanaw – 1500

mīna kihtwām – until next time


nitīm – my dog

nimosōm – my grandfather Charlie Ross

I remember when I was about 10 or 11 years old and nimosōm – my grandfather told me that he used to have a dog team. It was fascinating to hear about the places he travelled with his team. It was places nearby but hearing it as a young boy, it sounded so much more glamorous and seemed to be in faraway places.

It was all well and good when he told me about what he used to do, but he started telling me that he was planning on getting a NEW dog team. I remember being very excited about it and thought I’d be able to see it happen and maybe try it myself the next winter.

He was able to get a big male and a female husky. We were in Pesiw Lake that summer when he acquired the dogs and we moved them to Hall Lake in the early fall. By the next spring, there was pups, many with big feet that nimosōm said, meant that the dogs were going to be big.

I picked out a puppy myself and it turns out nimosōm picked the same one. piyakwan awa kōtinahk, kitīminow awa – we picked the same one, this is our dog. I honestly didn’t know how that was going to work, but nimosōm seemed happy about it and I didn’t ask how it would work if he had to go back to the trapline.

It might have been a week or two later that the situation did not matter. I went for a walk with my friends and near a culvert lay a dead puppy. I was not sure at the time, but it kind of looked like mine. I was upset; however, I hid my feelings from my friends and just went home. I’m glad they didn’t ask why I had to go home, back then; we hid our feelings from each other because only we thought only little kids cried.

Later that evening, it turned out that my puppy had gone missing. A man we called mahkistikwān – big head, had killed and ditched it near the culvert where my friends and I saw it. It was very disheartening for me. I have never had a dog since, not because it was so heartbreaking, but because I decided that maybe it’s too much responsibility.

nimosōm – my grandfather

mahkistikwān – big head

atim – dog

achimosis – puppy (little dog)

nitīm – my dog

kitīm – your dog

Image by OpenClipart-Vectors from Pixabay

My visit to Pesiw Lake – nikīyokān pīsiw sākāhikanihk

I recently went to my childhood summer home of Pesiw Lake. I took my wife and grandchild to the landing of the lake because I wanted to see how it looks after all this time. It was a place that I have many fond memories of, as you have read from the previous posts.

The road leading to the landing brought back many memories and I was saddened to see clear-cutting of trees along the way.

Before we got to the landing, we got to the area where we used to have our shack tent and my father took the back seat of a broken down car and made a bench of sorts for us to sit on near our picnic table. The metal skeleton was still there, albeit, in it’s rusted glory. The stakes that held it together were rotted and long broken down, so now the back seat was laying on the ground.

When we got to the landing, it reminded me of the time when I was sitting the edge of the shore and a rabbit ran right past me from left to right on the landing picture below and then one of my aunt Alice’s dogs chasing the rabbit as I sat dumbfounded as the events were happening around me as a 6 year old. I really don’t know if the dog ever caught the rabbit.

When we got to the cabin of the late David Ross, it reminded of the time my late grandfather told me he bought insulation from “tīpit ” David for “teeeeen bucks” – $10.00.

Near this cabin, I saw an old canoe that may have belonged to the late David Ross. It was awesome to see how it broke down by age over the years.

The landing at his cabin area reminded me of the time my cousin James Ross showed up at David’s cabin with soaking wet pants from falling into the frozen lake. We warmed up in David’s cabin and told our grandfather what had happened to us.

In my next picture below, I lamented the fact that I did not have a canoe or boat to go across to see the old cabin site where we lived during the winter time.

Behind one of those points, is where we had our cabins and lived some of the best times of my life. My grandfather – nimosōm, was such an awesome storyteller, most of his stories may have been just stories to entertain me, but he told them so well, I believed it all. I miss nimosōm.

Previous posts:

Nimosōm Storytelling in the Trapline

Freeze – Up, in the Trapline with my Grandfather

Nimosōm – wīsahkīcāhk and the Foreign Object in my Eye

Nimosōm and my Uncle track the wihtikō

Nimosōm in Memoriam – December 6, 2017

Nimosōm Goes to another Trapline

Nimosōm and Christmas at the Trapline

Nimosōm and New Year at the Trapline

Nimosōm Shoots the Rabbit Thief

Nimosōm – nīstāw and I, fell through the ice

Nimosōm okwāskīpicikan – My Grandfather’s Fishing Rod

Nimosōm wihthōwinis nimīthik – My Grandfather gives me a Nickname

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Charlie Venne – Teacher at Sally Ross School



sākāstīw – Sunrise

It has been awhile since I have seen a sunrise.  I took this picture from my doorstep because it was too late to get down to the lake to take a beautiful  landscape type picture. Hall Lake has some great sunrise picture opportunities.

mithokīsikanisik – You all have a nice day



kita kimowan nipahaci kōhkominakīsīs – it will rain if you kill a spider

When I was a nāpīsis – a boy, nōhkom – my grandmother, used to tell me not to kills spiders or it would rain. Because of my wild imagination and the fact that it was nōhkom who told me, I was very careful about not killing spiders.


nōhkom – my grandmother

nāpīsis – boy


Image by kalhh from Pixabay

Image by Robert Balog from Pixabay

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