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Legends of Myself 82

July 22, 2013


Continued from Legends of Myself 81 82. Hartley Bay and Laxgal’tsap, 1961:  Cockles and Herring Roe When uncles came to call at the house where I was staying in Hartley Bay, quarters and dimes often found their way into the palms of the children living there.  They weren’t my uncles, of course, but somehow that is […]

Legends of Myself 81

July 2, 2013


Continued from Legends of Myself 80 81. Hartley Bay, 1960: An Epiphany of Wolves I have always considered 1960 an important year.  The Boneyard happened then, and my journey up the Inside Passage.  In the Slough at Gitanmaax I learned to swim, and in the dynamite shack beside the railroad tracks and the Skeena Estuary I discovered […]

Legends of Myself 80

July 1, 2013


Continued from Legends of Myself 79 80. Hartley Bay, 1960:  Teddy’s Smart My father hovered around the Inside Passage a little while after dropping me off at Hartley Bay.  He must have done some more fishing.  The last I saw of our skiff was pulled up on the float at Hartley Bay, the net tangled with […]

Legends of Myself 79

June 30, 2013


Continued from Legends of Myself 78 79. Hartley Bay, 1960-61: Play and School The transition from the Boneyard to the Inside Passage was a change of water as well as place.  The waters of the Skeena Estuary are murky, silty, sandy.  In the Inside Passage and at Hartley Bay, they are green and clear.  The waters […]

Legends of Myself 78

June 12, 2013


Continued from Legends of Myself 77 78. Hartley Bay, 1960:  Tommy’s Family Hartley Bay is just around the corner from the Inside Passage, perhaps five miles away by boat from a junction with Grenville Channel, sidling around Promise Island—the island which provides partial shelter to Hartley Bay harbour while preventing a direct look at the […]

Legends of Myself 77

May 23, 2013


77.  The People of the Cane The Kitka’ata, like many other Tsimshian, trace their origins to Temlaxham, which was destroyed and its people scattered when the side of Stekyawden Mountain slipped some 45 centuries ago.  There are many stories in-between, but at last the chief ‘Wamoodmłk, seeking a site for a new village with salmon, […]

Legends of Myself – 2

June 27, 2010


Begins at Legends of Myself – an Indigenous Childhood – 1 2. Mother I know hardly anything of my mother. She died in 1952, before I was two years old, before my brother Tommy was one. She was already sickly by the time she had Tommy. My sister Marylou, a year and half older than me, […]