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Issue 3 / Volume 22
December 2016
CHURCH BELLS ECHO FROM A CHRISTMAS PAST
The old church that sits on Poundmaker First Nation was once a lively central point in the community. Photo by Floyd P. Favel.
by Floyd P. Favel On Poundmaker First Nation, the white frame church stands abandoned on a knoll at the edge of a bowl-like valley surrounded by hills on one side and a creek valley to the east and the Battle River to the north. Some of the windows are boarded up and the church is no longer in regular use, but this was not always the case. There was a time when Sundays would find the church surrounded by horse drawn wagons or sleds, and inside the church, hymns in Cree would be sung by the congregation. At that time the Church fulfilled not only a spiritual function but it was also the centre of the community where weddings were celebrated, and where funerals were conducted. Baptisms and confirmations were a regular occurrence. Men and women would meet there on Sundays to talk after
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services as they stood by their horses and wagons, talking of reserve happenings and important events. It was a time when that important Cree concept of ‘Miyew wecatowin- Getting along well’, was practiced. The Church was built around 1945 or 46, elder Lucy Favel recalls, and the builder was a Frenchman from Delmas, a village down the road from Poundmaker. His building helpers were local reserve workmen. The first priest was Father Paradis who conducted services in French-accented Cree, and he was quite fluent in Cree. The pews had Cree hymn books and song books tucked into their shelves and the people would sing in chorus and repeat the prayers according to the Catholic liturgy. Curious children would look in awe at the graphic paintings of Christ’s suffering as he carried the cross to the pity and scorn of the milling crowds, before whom he was eventually crucified.
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On Christmas Eve the church was full and a good spirit seemed to blanket the community as people talked and visited. “There were the Semaganis’, Joe, Alec, John, Pat Chatsis, and others I can remember all right now. At that time, there were a lot of Catholics. After service here, the priest would go to Sweetgrass on horse and cutter,” Lucy Favel quietly reminisces. From her house one can see the white church on the hill, its steeple silent where the bell used to call the faithful to service. It is a well-built church built on a solid foundation and the structure is still sound. Who knows, maybe the sacred hymns of Christmas Eve will one day be sung again, or perhaps another event or ritual will emerge to take its place where the true spirit of Christmas can once again be celebrated within its walls, the spirit of family, fellowship within the community, and of the birth of Jesus Christ. •
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