My Sisters and Me: Growing up at Tyendinaga
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For a little girl learning about life from parents and family, the effect that the indian agent had on everyones life would not be noticed. Their life would be 'normal'. Later on that influence would be seen as a controlled environment. The closeness of family and friends and our spirituality provided the strength to endure and make a life as best we could. These stories act as a window into the joy and pain of those early years. While the stories are true I have included some childrens stories told to me by my grandparents which were used as teaching tools.
Margaret Lewis-Wilbur
My name is Margaret Lewis Wilbur. Before I was married it was Margaret Rose Lewis. My parents were Gordon Lewis and Kathleen Sero. I was born at home on the eighteenth of July 1931 in Point Anne, Ontario. We moved to Tyendinaga when I was about one year old and lived at an area called 'The Beach'; this is where I received my early education in life from the influence of my parents and grandparents. I started school at a native run school on the reserve but when it was closed I was required to attend an integrated school in Shannonville which was called a mission school since we could go home every night. I moved to Belleville with my parents and two younger sisters when I was fourteen. I worked at Mead Johnson for a few years and then met my future husband, Harley Wilbur. We are the proud parents of four children and have grandchildren and great grandchildren. Following retirement we moved to Salmon Arm, British Columbia. During my life I have painted for several years and lately have turned to writing.
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My Sisters and Me - Margaret Lewis-Wilbur
Copyright 2006 Margaret Lewis-Wilbur.
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Contents
Dedication
Introduction
Tyendinaga
Tale Of A Horse Tail
Skating On The Bay
Pig’s Head
Playing With A Weasel
Our Well
Off Cutting Wood
Playing With The Greens
My Dad The Orangeman
Making Brooms
Chic’s Beaded Leggings
Playing In The Hay Field
Papadad Sorting Potatoes
Aunt Elisha
A Winter At The Beach
A Trip To Shannonville
A Visit From Aunt Emma
A Bad Storm
Our Big Black Iron Pot
My Mom and Dad
Our Rain Barrel
My Snowshoes
My Grandfather Lewis
Lying Corn
Looking For Freshwater Clams
Looking For The Cow’s Cud
Grandma Rose Lewis
Gathering Elderberries
Living At Simon John’s Farm
Missing My Papadad
Garter Snake
Gathering Hickory Nuts
Going For Groceries
Gone Fishing
All Dressed Up
Dad’s Trap Line
Fishing For Pickerel
Dad’s Rooster
A Wedding At Chic’s House
A Mohawk Fair Gathering
A House On The Hill
A Visitor Came
Visiting Chic
Celebrating Our Togetherness
Uncle Marshall And His Leeks
A Gathering For Chic
The Importance Of Being Together
Mr. Bullfrog
Mother Groundhog
The Bald Eagle
The Oopops Pond
Wren’s Song
Coyote Takes Water From
The Frog People
Jake and Lucy Mouse
Dedication
I wish to thank a number of people who helped me tremendously and encouraged me to create this book, namely Karen Lewis, my children Rhonda, Brian, Kathy and David and their families and my husband Harley.
Introduction
I was born at a time when my people loved nature and spoke of it as though it had a soul. I was always surrounded by laughter and smiling faces of my people. I felt very much loved and protected; we sang, danced and heard wonderful stories. I didn’t know it then but by telling these stories was their way of teaching. I had some wonderful teachers, very understanding people all of whom were family members who knew the importance of our ways of life and what was expected of each and every one of us. We were expected to pass on our knowledge to the next generation; this is what I’ve been trying to do. These stories always made me happy and important lessons were being taught. I didn’t know what was happening then but in later years I understood how important all those teachings were. This book contains some of my experiences growing up on Tyendinaga Reserve, a Mohawk community on the Bay of Quinte in Ontario.
rowboat.tifTyendinaga
6585.pngTYENDINAGA IS MY HOME TERRITORY WHICH is located on the Bay of Quinte in Ontario about forty miles West of Kingston on number two highway where I spent all my growing, learning, sharing, loving times with my whole family.
I remember playing in the water at the Bay Of Quinte, ‘the Beach’. We lived there for ever it seemed but my grandmother Chic whose name was really Margaret Ellen, lived at a place called Point Anne with my two uncles. I remember the first time I saw Point Anne it was on a clear warm day and mom was with us kids at the beach and she said to me,
Do you see that big chimney way across the bay?
I said Yes.
Well that’s where Chic lives.
How is she going to come over here and see us?
I asked.
Mom said Wait and see, she has a surprise way of getting here. Just be patient, wait and see.
I get lonesome for Chic.
I told mom.
Mom went home and I stayed at the bay and played for a while. I had my dog and my little birch bark canoe. I remember squatting down at the edge of the water then getting up really quick looking towards Point Anne in the direction of the big chimney. When I looked a little more closely I thought I saw someone way out on the bay. I thought it might be Jakey out fishing. I waited until they got closer and saw it was Chic. I could see my two uncles with my grandmother Chic, this is what I called her and she would only laugh when I called her that; they would be coming from Point Anne in a big row boat to see us. When they were quite a ways out Chic would stand up in the boat and wave the oars which mom told me indicated they had fish. Then I would run up to the house and tell mom and we would all go back down to the beach to meet them. My dad always made a big fire because we would stay there for supper. All the neighbours came down and joined us; they brought food also and we shared what we had with each other.
All the children would be going up and down the shore looking for firewood. We found enough wood to cook our supper. We all enjoyed a good meal of fry bread, corn soup and fish. After we finished eating we all washed our tin plates in the water and scrubbed them with sand then laid them on some long grass and rocks to dry. After supper my dad and some other people would play their fiddles and other instruments. My pappadad would play the spoons and everyone would be dancing, laughing even the children; I always liked to step dance whenever I heard fiddle music. Nearly everyone I knew could play some sort of instrument. The dance floor was a door from Oliver Hill’s barn. We all had a wonderful time. We all seemed happy. This was our way to cope with all the stress brought on by the Indian agent. This kept us going. The most important thing was we were all together, that’s how we survived. I’ll always remember these times; they were very dear and important in my life and still are.
Tale Of A Horse Tail
6585.pngAUNT EMMA WAS MY FATHER’S OLDEST SISTER and we called her aunt Bobbi. She never lived with us at the beach because she was away working as a milliner in the big city. She came home one time to visit us and brought a surprise for dad.
What is it?
She handed dad a little brown bag and told him to open it. To his surprise it was horse hair for his fiddle bow. Dad thanked her and said,
There’s enough here for fifty years. Where did you get it?
She said, I took the bus and it stopped along the road to let the people get out and stretch their legs. While outside the bus I noticed a grey horse standing by the fence. In my hand I had an apple and pair of long scissors from my purse. I gave the horse the apple and while he was eating it I cut off his tail. Here it is, I give it to you because I always knew you needed some hair for your fiddle bow.
Everyone sat down and laughed so hard they were crying. Dad said,
Now some farmer has a horse with no tail and he’s trying to find out what happened.
Papadad wanted to know,
What was the horse going to do to shoo the flies away?
The more they talked about this the harder everyone laughed. Aunt Bobbi wanted to know,
What must you do to the horse hair to prepare it so it could be used for your bow?
Dad told her Mom would wash it to get it good and clean then it had to be left to dry for quite a while.
Mom said I’ll take it down to the beach and beat it against some rocks.
She did wash the horse hair for dad and hung it on the line to dry inside an old ladies sock.
After the hair was dry dad and mom took it one strand at a time and laid each one in opposite direction. The reason for this is the hair has barbs on them and that’s the way you attach them to the bow. This is what makes the sound when you draw the bow over the strings. I watched them do this and dad even counted them because you need to be this precise. It took them a long time. Papadad said,
If you don’t hurry up I’ll be too old to play the fiddle.
It took mom and dad a long time to put the hair in the right places. The time had come for aunt Bobbi to leave us again. We were all sad to see her go, I asked her,
Where are you going?
To Chicago.
she answered.
I had no idea where this place was, as far as I knew it could have been to the end of the world. I was just repeating what my mom said. I recalled dad telling her she didn’t have to get any more horse tail. She hugged dad and she and him had a good laugh. Then she hugged and kissed each one of us. She asked dad to look after grandma and papadad, he just nodded. It came my turn, I got on a chair and hugged her, she told me,
Keep dancing.
I will as long as dad and papadad keep playing the fiddle.
We never said goodbye we always said on:en.
Dad walked with her up the beach road to get the bus in Shannonville. As they were walking up the road I was playing and watching them as they were going. They went out of sight and I ran back to the house to ask mom,
How come I can’t see her getting on the bus?
Mom said Because she and dad had to walk a different way to get to the bus.
I didn’t understand what all this meant so I stopped asking questions.
Can I go and meet dad?
No, we will all go and meet dad.
I ran out to the road and saw someone coming a long ways away; it turned out to be Peter ‘Boots’ Williams. It took a long time then I saw someone else coming. I ran back to the house and told mom,
Let’s go see who it is, it must be dad because he’s been gone for a long time. Its dad, I can tell by the way he’s walking.
I ran up the road and was the first to reach him.
Dad, it’s nice to see you.
He picked me up, It’s nice to see you too.
Did aunt Bobbi get the bus okay?
He said, Yes, she asked me to give you this.
It was a black licorice pipe. I didn’t know it was candy and told papadad,
I have a pipe like the one you have.
Where did you get it?
Aunt Bobbi told dad to give it to me.
Now we can smoke our pipes together when we go for a walk. Did you put it in your mouth yet? Does it taste good?
It has fire on it but there is no smoke.
I said.
That’s a funny pipe, maybe you should eat it.
Mom told papadad, She has sweet black lips.
I don’t remember what happened to my pipe I must have eaten it but papadad had his for ever.
Skating On The Bay
6585.pngTHE WINTER WAS SOMETIME BEFORE MY papadad traded places and we all went down to the bay to play on a large piece of ice that my dad and other men had kept free of drifting snow. The plow they used was made of two boards fastened in a vee with two handles going back from it so two men could push and also had a rope to be used to pull it by some other men in front. They had cleaned off several spots, one for the kids, one for older people to play shinny and one for just skating. The snow that was pushed back from the ice made a bank and a place for us to sit. We never had skates and just used our sleigh to slide around on; we really had a lot of fun. There was one time aunt Phyllis put her skates on me and took me down to the bay on the sleigh and stood me there on the ice. I was about seven. She stuffed some socks in the toes to fill up the space. I looked around very carefully and didn’t move an inch, I was so scared then along came dad who took me by both hands and skated with me between his legs. I’ll tell you I never moved an inch I was so stiff. Dad told me to relax; I didn’t know what he meant so I just held on for dear life. We must have spent the better part of the day there because I was some tired when I got home. Mom had our night time meal ready for us and I was so tired I conked out before I ate. The next day we did the same thing all over again and I was still scared. It must have taken the better part of the winter for me to get up enough courage to try to move my feet and what a struggle it was. I recall trying so hard to walk in my snow shoes that dad and papadad had made but the skates were a lot different because my feet were sliding sideways and front wards and I couldn’t walk in them either no matter how hard I tried. Some time