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Issue 6 • Volume 18
December 2013/January 2014
CHRISTMAS IN THE OLD LOG HOUSE
Church where the family attended midnight mass, located on south end of Fishing Lake First Nation. Written by Sharon Thomas as told by Caroline Daigneault.
A few family members in front of the log house: Caroline’s parents Jack and Stella Nanaquawetung, her younger brother Len Nanaquawetung, and the baby is niece Sherry Nanaquawetung.
“When I think of Christmas, I think of how festive it is. I think of joy and happiness, family, my children and my grandchildren. The story I want to share was from my childhood of about 5 years old. Christmas was one of the times of year that was very special for me. I grew up in a white washed log house and I had a lot of fine memories in that house as a child. We didn’t have electricity; a wood stove always heated our home. There was always a sense of security because my mom and dad were there; they were our protectors, our mentors and loving parents.
Right before Christmas, my dad would leave home for about three weeks because he was a hunter. He’d come home shortly before Christmas and he would have tons of moose meat for the winter. That meat was also for the meal on the festive day. At that time, we didn’t have turkeys. I can remember, when my Mom would go to town and buy stuff for Christmas baking that she was going to use for the meal. We were a large family so we didn’t have gifts or Christmas trees or anything like that. But I think the sharing of food made it possible for us to have a nice meal. Mom was always canning. In the summer she always picked blueberries, raspberries, Saskatoon berries and stuff like that that she’d put away for special days like Christmas and that’s what we’d have for the meal and of course the moose meat that was always cooked in a lot of different ways. I also remember the music. We always had a battery-operated transistor radio that was
on and would play a lot of Christmas music. I remember Brenda Lee singing about “Rocking Around The Christmas Tree,” Burl Ives singing about having a “Holly Jolly Christmas” and all the other songs that made the season more festive. As a child, I had a very strong belief in Santa Claus, I truly believed in him. On Christmas Eve, I would sit at the window and watch, I even believed in Jack Frost. I used to visualize being Jack Frost doing his painting and I would scratch the window so I could look outside. I could sit there forever waiting for Santa Claus to ride across the sky. It was a good feeling. And then there was Christmas Eve. Mom would be cooking and the smells of cinnamon and pies and cakes would just fill the house. She was brought up in residential school so she had really good cooking skills. She’d prepare all this food for the next day.
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WASAKAYCHAK CHRISTMAS STORY
I was fortunate enough to speak with a member of the Fishing Lake First Nation, Caroline Daigneault. This is her Christmas story that she would like to share with all of you:
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