STORIES / Okara’shòn:’a

Kids at the water
Personal, Kahnawake history Emma McLaughlin Personal, Kahnawake history Emma McLaughlin

Kids at the water

When I was a kid, we all used to go swimming at the Wharf. It was so nice. The best part of swimming there was when people would come and throw silver dollars in the water to see if you could catch it. I never caught a coin, never. I wasn’t fast enough. If I was fast enough, the other person trying to get it would take my hand and almost break my finger to get the money.

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Childhood hijinks
Culture, Personal Marcus Bankuti Culture, Personal Marcus Bankuti

Childhood hijinks

I think the road from Kateri School to the hospital was the only road that was paved here in Kahnawake. There were a lot of dirt roads, a lot of hills. There were a lot of old houses. I remember a lot of the houses didn’t have good insulation, and in the wintertime there would be giant icicles on many houses - some right to the roof, right from the ground.

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Inclination to share
Education, Language, Personal Jonathan Turenne Education, Language, Personal Jonathan Turenne

Inclination to share

I wish everybody would think the way I do; embracing the idea of helping one another and not holding back their knowledge. It’s crucial because when we pass away, all that wisdom disappears with us. There are few of us left from my generation and we are dwindling, especially in recent times as we lose more friends one by one.

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My wife beat me up
Family, Personal Melissa Stacey Family, Personal Melissa Stacey

My wife beat me up

Amelia wasn’t working at the time. Each morning, she’d be sleeping so I’d always give her a kiss and then go to work. This time, while she was sleeping, I went there to kiss her and she punched my face.

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Us
Personal, Family Simona Rosenfield Personal, Family Simona Rosenfield

Us

It’s very strange, about us, because we’re very similar. My wife, Amelia, she was living down the road. I met my wife, and we were together a few days, and then we separated. Up to this day, I don’t know how we got back together.

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The wagon
Personal Aaron McComber Personal Aaron McComber

The wagon

I remember my grandma had a friend she would call “the lady who played good music.” She lived across the Cornwall Bridge and we used to bring butter, cream, milk and things like that to trade with her.

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Home wedding
Personal, Tradition Emma McLaughlin Personal, Tradition Emma McLaughlin

Home wedding

My first dance was an adventure. Back then, they used to have what they call a dollar dance. The bride and the groom stand on the floor and they start playing slow music and people come up there and give the best man or maid of honour a dollar and he or she gets to dance with the bride or groom.

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Maple candies
Personal, Culture Emma McLaughlin Personal, Culture Emma McLaughlin

Maple candies

If you’re gonna travel the world, maple candies are the best ambassador of Canada. I was doing the circumpolar meeting of Native languages in Tromsø, Norway.

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Jack of all trades
Personal Melissa Stacey Personal Melissa Stacey

Jack of all trades

Monette’s bus used to run through town here. There were about five brothers that lived in Delson and they opened a bus service. I went to trade school way out in the east end of Montreal and I used to take the bus from here.

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Two for one
Personal Emma McLaughlin Personal Emma McLaughlin

Two for one

I’ve been shot at, got a bullet right in my shoulder. I just got a piece of a Jeep windshield taken out of my face after 50 years.

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Got the story
Personal Simona Rosenfield Personal Simona Rosenfield

Got the story

If you’ve never had a fracture, you have no idea what I’m talking about when I describe the pins and needles while I’m recuperating. It’s excruciating pain.

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Rambunctious ones
Residential school, Personal Emma McLaughlin Residential school, Personal Emma McLaughlin

Rambunctious ones

My dad had left when I was young so my mom was raising five of us by herself. In 1949, when I was nine years old, she went to the Indian affairs office to apply for welfare or “relief” as it was called back then. Instead, they thought it would be best to send me and my older brother, Marvin, away to residential school.

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