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Pyramids in the New World

As a boy watching TV documentaries about the environment and historical monuments, I used to wonder about what our ancestors might have built. I knew we had tepees and the I remember reading about the Iroquois building longhouses and the Haida building beautiful cedar houses.

My paternal grandparents used to have an encyclopedia set called, “The New Book of Knowledge,” where I read about Canadian and American history. These publications did not have much information about First Nations people. I did not learn about our real history until high school and university from other sources.

I had only known about the Pyramids of Giza because they would be prominently shown in magazines and of course, on television. In high school, I learned that there were pyramids way down south in Mexico, not exactly our ancestors but Indigenous people nonetheless.

The most famous one I found was the Chichen Itza (pictured). Not as big as the Giza pyramids but a historical monument built by North American Indigenous people, the Mayas. While my discovery was and is somewhat satisfying, it does not tell of the horrible history the Mayans had to face.

The Spanish conquistadores received permission from the King of Spain for the right to conquer Yucatán. This started a series of campaigns where the Spanish attempted to take the land from the Mayans and pillage the villages of their gold. Many of the Mayans had been massacred as they tried to defend themselves. 1

Mayans proved difficult to Christianize, but the Spanish managed to convert more and more of them as they continued the conquest to go further into the land in search of riches. The Mayans fought hard and actually did well in their battles, however, the introduction of Old World diseases, such as smallpox, devastated populations of their people. 2

There are many articles and videos available these days regarding the atrocities of the conquests and not all are in favour of the way it was done. It is not unlike what our ancestors had to go through in Canada. Like the Mayans, “[t]hey formed complex social, political, economic and cultural systems before Europeans came to North America.” 3

I recently found out that:

The world’s largest pyramid can be found not in Egypt, but hidden beneath a hill in a small town in the central Mexican state of Puebla. Known variously as the Great Pyramid of Cholula

The pyramid was covered with dirt and plant life by the time the Spanish arrived and they built a church on top of the supposed hill. (Video at bottom of page).

It is no surprise that the Mayans have continued to rebel against their governments and have clashed time and again. 5

All of the activities toward Indigenous people have been horrendous. The stealing of land, the diseases, and residential schools, a terrible history, and the demoralizing nature of such treatment continue to this day. The lack of resources and underfunding of Indigenous programs is prominent in many of our communities. The lack of respect for our language and culture is evident when our governments continue to undermine the importance of our heritage. It is only through our perseverance and determination that we are still here.

  1. https://military-history.fandom.com/wiki/Spanish_conquest_of_Yucat%C3%A1n
  2. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spanish_conquest_of_Yucat%C3%A1n#Impact_of_Old_World_diseases
  3. https://www.thecanadianencyclopedia.ca/en/article/first-nations
  4. https://www.historytoday.com/grand-tour/largest-pyramid-world
  5. https://www.culturalsurvival.org/publications/cultural-survival-quarterly/massacre-santiago-atitlan-turning-point-maya-struggle

Other articles:

https://pixabay.com/images/search/chich%C3%A9n%20itz%C3%A1/

https://www.britannica.com/topic/Pyramids-of-Giza

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chichen_Itza

Church Image by saulhm from Pixabay

Chichén itzá Image by Makalu from Pixabay

Giza Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay

 

Happy Holidays to all my Followers!

Well, Christmas is over and we are all recovering from the huge meals and relieved that all the shopping and traveling is. I went to see my parents over in Hall Lake, they were doing well and were happy to see most of us for the season. I must have had 4-5 plates of food on Christmas day, there was not for left leftovers but that is fine with me. I tend to get sick of turkey after a day or two.

The weather was too cold for us to take our grandchild sliding. She was happy to have around but she was disappointed not to go out. Hopefully, we can take her out soon, because we brought her along to stay with us for the week.

My daughters were happy to receive the presents they got. They are getting older and the magic is not there as much. I am happy they stayed with us for the most part.

The weather was not the best. I was hoping to check out the lake and explore a little bit. Some ice fishing would have been nice. The cold with the wind chill was too much. I am happy we were all healthy during the holidays.

Have a great new year, let us hope the new year is safer this time around.

First Cree song I ever learned- “Ninestosin” by Winston Wuttunee

When I first started going to school in Hall Lake, Sally Ross School. I was introduced to the song, “Ninestosin.” The teacher played it on his guitar and I loved the song. The whole class would eventually learn and sing along. I was 10 years old at the time and I already used to hear Winston Wuttunee from the radio at home. Some family members had tapes of his performances.

There were some students who sang along perfectly and those who just mumbled the words. Cree was already losing its grip on our fellow Cree people, but songs like this were bringing it back in a way. Students would ask what certain words mean it would increase a bit of interest to learn Cree, at least a few words at a time.

There are many Cree songs available on YouTube today, and even Winston Wuttunee has his own YouTube channel and website (shared at bottom of this page).

I had the opportunity to see Winston Wuttunee when he was an MC for the Fine Arts Festival in the mid-nineties in Prince Albert, SK. I was there to enter a short story and a bow and arrow I made (I won 1st for the short story and came in third for the bow and arrow). Anyway, I was able to get a picture of him backstage with his cowboy hat on. Unfortunately, I lost the picture many years ago, it would have been nice to share it with you.

ninēstosin – I am tired

http://www.winstonwuttunee.ca/

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCu4umnqZJLD38LjI4obp_iA

https://itwewina.altlab.app/word/n%C3%AAstosiw/

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Prince_Albert_Saskatchewan_in_fall_01.JPG

Memories of stoves, wood and my father’s skidoo

I remember standing by the stove when I was a boy in Hall Lake. Nipāpā – my father,  had made a big fire to get the house warm after we all spent a few days in La Ronge. I used to observe him and eventually learned to do what he did. Nimāmā, my mother, would be busy taking care of my baby brother to keep him warm, my sisters would be cuddled up to stay warm as the house was not quite warm enough.

At the top of the stove, I could see the heat radiating. Throwing heat upwards, slowly but surely it would heat up our home. nipāpā always made sure there was enough wood in the wood box. He would go out and haul wood from the thick forest across the lake from our small community. As I got older, he would buck all the wood in the bushes and have me go pick it up in his skidoo.

I used to love riding the snow machine. I would always anticipate him telling me to go get the wood. He would take me on the first trip, and I would ride at the back of the sled. I would twist and turn to go with the flow of the ride, as there were many bumps and twists on the ice and trail. He would point out all the places where there was wood, already bucked in stacks. He would take one last haul home and then it would be my turn.

The skidoo was a 350 and it had the insignia, “Ski-Doo,” on the side of the black hood. The windshield was unusually high, but it worked well when the weather was very cold and windy. The stacks of wood were easy to find but getting to the right landing across the lake would be confusing. There were several that looked very familiar, but I ended up going to the right one.

 

The work was great, it was exhilarating to be working out in the cold and I would feel the adrenaline as I worked fast and hard. I would almost feel lightheaded as I drove the skidoo back because I would be just sitting there after working furiously. I do not know why I went so hard when I was packing the sled with wood. If I could do it now, I would take it easy and take in the nature around me with squirrels and birds curiously looking at me. I wonder if they thought I would leave some scraps for them to eat after I left.

Once on the open lake, I would go full throttle, absorbing all the snowdrifts and the occasional soft snow where I would be surfing over the surface. I would wonder if there was slush under the beautiful blanket of snow, so I would try to avoid areas where I suspected there might be slush. I had gotten stuck in the slush before during several of my many joys rides around the rez. It really sucks. Wet socks, soaking boots, ugh, I would not wish that on my worst enemy.

Many times, I would be allowed to use the skidoo and cruise around the community. I would go pick up my friends and we would have an awesome time going through the many back trails. Sometimes I would pull a bunch of kids on the sled just for fun. If they heard me coming down the road or lake, they would be waiting for me to pick them up and drive them around. Occasionally, I would allow them to hitch their sleds onto the main sled and we would make a sled train. Great times, I cannot imagine wanting to do that today, I would probably be way too worried about safety and what their parents would say if a child got hurt.

This snowy day and chilly temps got me thinking about those days. I was so young at the time. I am not old but I do not live in Hall Lake anymore. I did for a while last year, but I did not even consider buying a skidoo for myself. I am not sure when I will live there again, but if I do, maybe I will buy a brand-new skidoo, one with a high windshield.

nipāpā – my father

nimāmā – my mother

Snowmobile Image by OpenClipart-Vectors from Pixabay
Fire Image by Nikolai Alber from Pixabay

Remembering Remembrance Day in School

I remember as a boy in school, Remembrance Day was always done with a ceremony at 11:00AM. We would stand in silence for a moment to remember those that fought and especially those who gave their life. I remember readings of poems and how we were given projects with poppies and graves.

The poem most associated with Remembrance Day, would be “In Flanders Fields,” by John McCrae. In some classes, we all stood to read the poem, in others, we read as presentations. I wish I could remember what classes those were and who the teachers were. They all blend together at this point. A blurred memory with familiar faces in the rows of standing students. Some quiet and respectful. One or two, still not grasping the seriousness of the silent moment.

In the gym, there would be at least one veteran of the WWII. Speakers would take turns telling tales of war and how it impacted them during the war, but even more when they got home. They would speak of good friends who never made it back home. Loved ones of solders would be given medals and flags from the countries they served. How many veterans are left? Maybe a few, Indigenous or not, they gave their lives too.

Later in high school, we learned of Indigenous people not receiving what their non-Indigenous fighters did. We learned of Cree-speaking “code talkers,” such as Charles Checker Tompkins of Alberta, provided great service to the war. According to “https://www.veterans.gc.ca/,  “it has been estimated that as many as 12,000 First Nations, Métis and Inuit people served in the great conflicts of the 20th century, with at least 500 of them sadly losing their lives.” Indigenous people were not strangers to war, as they battled settlers and amongst themselves when they needed to in the distant past.

Today, the ceremonies of Remembrance Day are not as prominent during this pandemic. Thankfully, we have social media to express our admiration and to share our thoughts across the world. A world that would have been very different, Canada and our allies did not stand victorious against a very determined enemy.

Thank you to all who served, and especially to all who fell.

Remembrance Day – kanokiskisiwinikīsikāw (A day to keep remembering)

Indigenous Veterans – https://www.veterans.gc.ca/eng/remembrance/history/historical-sheets/indigenous-veterans

Native War Veterans Enlisted Even Though They Were Not Canadian Citizens – http://www.firstnationsdrum.com/2019/10/native-war-veterans-enlisted-even-though-they-were-not-canadian-citizens/

In Flanders Fields – https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47380/in-flanders-fields

Poppy Image by Schwoaze from Pixabay

Grave Image by edaly from Pixabay

 

I Submitted a Short Story to CBC Literary Prizes

I finally submitted a short story to CBC literary prizes, with 90 minutes to spare. I asked a friend of mine on the day of the deadline to go over and edit my story. She is actually a professional and I did not think to ask her sooner.

The contest opened in September, but I was very unsure about entering the competition. There are many great writers who enter and I felt a bit intimidated. I am glad I went through with it, even though there is little chance I will place. At least I am putting myself out there.

I almost entered the challenge last year but I was not confident enough. This year I figured I should at least try. Now I am thinking of joining other contests.

I feel somewhat revitalized about writing more stories. It can be fun when you are on a roll and creating entertaining content is important for this website.

I regretfully did not add any Cree to the story but I thinking about it, I really did not want to disrupt the flow of the story. I feel it is okay to add Cree for the website because I can easily put Cree audio clips under the text. This way people can slow down and listen to the audio and repeat to themselves to learn a bit of Cree.

https://www.cbc.ca/books/literaryprizes/cbc-short-story-prize-1.4090935

 

Facebook is Down

As you may already know, Facebook is Down. It is trending on Twitter: https://twitter.com/search?q=facebook%20is%20down&src=typeahead_click&f=top

While it is inconvenient for many of us, luckily for all of social media fiends, there is Twitter. I do not have an official Twitter account for this website, I may consider starting one up later today.

If you have time on your hands, why not read a story or two from this website. I know I have said it before but I have stories in the works. I will be entering the CBC Story contest too before the end of the month. I will keep you posted on that.

Stories – https://firstnationstories.com/?page_id=18

Blogs, you may have missed – https://firstnationstories.com/?page_id=671

Thank you for following, hopefully this inconvenience is resolved soo. Take care.

October Canoe Ride to the Trapline

As a boy living in Hall Lake or La Ronge, my family would pack up to go to the trapline in October. We would gather what we need and usually take a taxi to Pisew Lake. At the time, I would kind of dreaded going because I loved watching TV. I would miss the shows I watched, but I would especially miss wrestling and kung fu movies. I loved those type of shows.

My family would have to make the trip by canoe across the lake at Pisew Lake. It was amazing having to travel by canoe. It would take two canoes or one big canoe to take us and our supplies to make the trip. I remember we were waiting at the landing for a time before we saw my uncles travelling toward us from across the lake.

While we waited, I would look at the wonderous scenery of autumn. The leaves blowing away on the grassy/gravel road toward the landing would sometimes conjure up small dust devils, I would call them “little tornadoes”.

The trees would slowly lose their summertime companions as they would be in different shades of orange and yellow. My sisters and I would run around catching them in our hands.

The rustling of leaves had forever ingrained in my mind, the memories of those few times. Today, I can stand for many moments and listen to the rustling of brightly coloured leaves and stare at them in the vibrant sunlight. The nostalgia of it all fills my mind and heart with good feelings and the yearning to bring back the old days. I am happy I got to enjoy the wonderful experience as a child, at a place where there was very little in the way of crowds, buildings and traffic.

As we travelled on the lake with the canoes, the beautiful sight of the trees at the shores seemed almost magical. At the time, I felt that God had done a great job in creating the earth just for us to enjoy. Such perfection and grace. I would feel totally relaxed and was oblivious to those around me.

 

There was little talking during the trip. I appreciated it because sounds from the trickling water from the canoe gliding over the rippling water was delightful. The wind on the leaves was gentle music to me ears. The sight of the trees from the far shore was mesmerizing because it would seem like the trees nearest you were moving faster than the trees further into the forest.

 

The sun seemed to follow us in the sky and on the lake as it reflected beautifully; following us and taking care of us as it kept us warm during a usually chilly autumn. I did not miss watching TV at those times.

My sister Mary’s photo. I just had to share it.

We did not have a camera back then, but if we did, I would have certainly taken as many pictures as I could. The memories are thankfully vivid and there is not always a need to take pictures. All you need, is to stand there in a similar setting and take it all in. I am thankful for all the memories.

mistik – tree

mistikwak – trees

nīpiy – leaf

nīpiya – leaves

takwākin – fall

sākāhikan – lake

wāsakām – shore

pimiskā – paddle

īpimiskācik – they are paddling on a canoe

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A visit to Prince Albert, SK.

Here I am waiting in the truck while my family is shopping at Walmart. I had my fun at the NORTHERN LIGHTS Casino last night and now I am done with the little city.

I remember living here many years ago for high school. I ended up quitting because I had to deal with racist classmates and it became toxic enough that I couldn not handle it anymore. The teachers were great but at the time I felt too ashamed to talk about it.

I moved back to my hometown of Hall Lake and completed my grade 10 there a year later. I was grateful to all the support I received from the school staff.

I did not stay long enough to get inspired to write about living in a city. All my best memories and influences were from being in the trapline as a boy. I wish I knew enough to write about it but I do not have the inspiration to do so.

Maybe one of these days, I will write about it but for now,I will stick with what I know.

I am painstaking writing this blog on my cellphone. I hope the girls are having fun and sticking to their mother.

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Completed my Story on Sept 12, 2021

So I finally completed my story on September 12, 2021. I did some minor edits throughout the week, mostly grammar and some spelling errors. It seems to be much more work to edit the draft than it is to write because research needs to be done.

I am enjoying the editing because then I can see how I could have written better and I am getting my daughter to read it. She is a bit of a book worm. I do not know if she completed it, I will go ask her (okay she did not have the recent copy, I just sent it to her).

Anyway, I have a long way to go before I complete the story. I am thinking self publishing through Amazon. The technicalities seem doable enough, that is my strong suit. It will be good practice for future projects. The graphic work will be challenging because I am not an artist.

I did this in Photoshop.

Thankfully my son likes to dabble a bit with paint, so I can ask him for some (free) graphics that I can manipulate to my liking. These graphic tasks are not very fun, so it will be challenging to complete a cover. I am actually overwhelmed thinking about it so I better stop writing about it.

Now I know you as a reader is finding mistakes in this blog, that is because I do not have an editor, I just write how I feel. I am hoping to continue with the updates about my current journey so I can continue to practice writing and getting better. If I was not so busy during the week, I would get more writing done, however, I do not want to write when I am feeling tired and unmotivated.

I was hoping this particular blog would motivate me but it is having the opposite effect. I am glad I am not working on my story right now, but I will be this weekend. It takes awhile to get started, but once I get going, I end staying at all hours of the night. (which goes well with my insomnia).

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