My first passion has been to write. The second passion is to travel. I wonder if I would be able to join those two together and make a new career change in my life? My family is important to me...
The Green Mist
The Green Mist Green Light We lived in Winnipeg, Manitoba, that is where I was born in 1971. I remember things that a baby would not normally know. I knew about the hospital where I was born, before I was born. The Misrecordia Hospital, my mom took a bus to go for a doctor appointment as she was pregnant with me, I was still in her belly, but I remember the sights, the sounds of the humming of the bus. I could smell the smoke from a man waiting at the bus stop, at the hospital as my mom got off for her appointment. I could smell the sanitation of the hospital. I heard the voice of her doctor as he spoke to her, I don’t remember what he said before he examined her. He was an older doctor with a soft, gentle voice.
The Wild Bull
The Wild Bull Subtitle – seeing red It was in late July when the Saskatoon berries were full on the trees. The warm summer winds blew the leaves around my feet. My grandmother was the world to me. If she asked me to do something, I would do it without hesitation. My grandmother wanted to make some Saskatoon pies and jams but she ran out of berries. Me and 4 other cousins weren’t doing anything else but playing around the yard. She asked all of us kids to go and pick her some berries. She gave us each an ice cream pail to hold the berries. So we set off to a place in the field, close to our house but we had to cross a field with barbed wire fence to be able to get to the old road where on both sides of the old road, the trees were dripping with nice big juicy Saskatoon berries.
When I was a young girl, about 5 years old, I used to be scared of thunderstorms, lighting, mostly thunder and the boom a few minutes after you see the lightning. I would run and hide in a closet or under my blankets until the storm went away. I couldn't sleep during the storms, I was always afraid that the lightning would go on our house and start a fire. It is possible for that to happen.
Home is where the heart is...
I have always loved this home. My grandfather Joseph Desjarlais had this home since the late 1980's. He planted blue spruce trees, willow trees and the tall cedar trees that you see in the picture.
Haunted Schools Muskowekwan First Nation School The school was built in 1932. It was built for the reason to incorporate Native families to have their children put within these school walls and taken away from their families to live there and have an education. Most of the children, Cree and Seaulteaux heritage spoke their language at home. The school was run by the Canadian government and the teachers and facilitator were a priest and nuns sent in by the government and Roman Catholic church.