The Spirit of All Nations.
Over the years there have been many revisions to the look and feel of our ‘new’ old house. It was built in the 1850’s, and not surprisingly the backyard has been a little neglected. After the spring melt I went out to do some cleaning, spending the better part of the afternoon raking the leaves and twigs.
Congratulations on the birth of your new baby and welcome to the corporation of Canada!
Soon the corporation will be handing out all the identification labels for your new baby to help them ease into the corporation as smoothly as possible. This is something that might be hard for parents of newborns living within the geographical borders of the corporation of Canada to understand, so we’ve come up with this little cheat sheet to help you out!
If you want to go for a walk on the rez you don’t get sidewalks and stoplights, just ditches and culverts. So when my daughter was small I had to make a conscious effort to take her to town, get out of the car and walk around to acclimatize her to the concrete jungle that is Brantford.
Two years ago my husband and our kids moved in with family. In one of those moments that can only be described as “divine intervention” a month later I was diagnosed with an early form of breast cancer called ‘DCIS’. The move had to have been the Creator helping me out from above.
This week the entire staff of the Two Row Times was nominated in the “Winter Challenge 2014”. For those of you who don’t know this is basically a rolling dare happening on social media.
Nothing beats Six Nations in the spring. When I was a kid it was always exciting the first time you got to play outside without your winter coat on. My little sister Laura and I would go racing back the bush, hair blowing in the wind trying to be the first one down to the crick.
Pow Wow season is quickly approaching and everywhere you look across Indian Country, moms and aunties are pulling out the big guns to get everyone’s regalia ready. It is the apex of the off-season.
You know those hard times when it’s a “whatever’s-left-in-the-cupboard-is-what’s-for-dinner” kind of night? That’s what’s cooking in my household this month. For lunch today my daughter and I shared a tin of beans warmed in the microwave.
The year I had my mastectomy I treated myself and bought a pair of Rez Hoofs. These hand painted boots are made by a couple from Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota. In the spirit of ‘shopping native’ I ordered a pair online.
No matter where you go in Haudenosaune territory, somewhere along the path is the art of Arnold Jacobs. His murals decorate buildings everywhere, and his art even dons the side of an Air Canada Boeing 767. His body of work has become synonymous with Six Nations identity.
Ronatahskats, the Community Living Gift Shop on Chiefswood Road has been renovated, and is moving forward in a new adventure, building a social enterprise where community members and clients with intellectual disabilities can interact.
When someone who inspired foundational change in the community leaves us, it is very important to take the time to acknowledge such a loss. Such is the case for Six Nations this week as we say goodbye to Dick Hill.
So there’s this kid I know of, well he’s not a kid actually. More of a young man. His name is Ascension. His mama and I were pregnant at the same time and would often wave miserably at each other as we waddled throughout the hot summer of 2001.
A cold autumn morning in my first year of high school, a girl named “Ang” taught me how to smoke. Ang was fourteen, and I thought she had it all; she was pretty, swore like a trucker straight to her parents face, and all the boys liked her. One morning before school she offered me a cigarette.
Every year down on Six at New Years you will hear folks greeting each other with a festive “Nu-yah! Nu-yah!”. For some it is just another rez term. Nobody knows where it originated from. Nor do they know why you have to say it twice: that’s just how it is and how it always was.
