Tribute to Dr. David Ahenakew

I first remember meeting Mr. Ahenakew when I was a little wee girl known as Mrs Chicken. Mr. Ahenakew was my dad's (Sterling Brass) good friend, I mostly remember he and my dad joking and laughing, always teasing one another. I did not know that both Men were warriors of the Native People of Canada. I did not know that they would both change the world we live in. I did not know that they would both spark a new era for First Nations rights and freedoms. To me, little old Mrs. Chicken, Mr. Ahenakew was my dad's friend.

I am sad on this day to know that one of the Great Warriors of the First Nations People of Canada has been laid to rest. I am however compelled to say this, Mr. Ahenakew fought courageously for his people and the things he believed in, and for that I am thankful.

My deepest condolences to the whole Atakakoop First Nation and the Ahenakew Family, I will always and forever cherish those memories from my childhood and I will always be grateful for the many sacrifices that were made by your Okima.
Thank you.

Writing, and more writing

So I have been composing stories for most of my life. As a child I often gave life to adventure in my minds eye! I would always tell tall tales to my family and friends, often feeling quite accomplished for having them believe these stories.
Well this skill, although not every parents dream for their child, finally became useful. I have taken advantage of my over active imagination and have begun drafting a book of my favorite stories. I have included a story about the legend of Big Foot, How the birds pull up the sun and my most cherished stories of my lovable old Gran and her brood.
Now I don't think I'm about to win any Pulitzer or have any offers for major motion pictures, however this book of mine will provide entertainment and giggles for those who read it up.
Anyways I'm not done with the writing but I'm getting warmed up! And as a side bar, has anyone noticed that we finally got our snow in Saskatchwan? All in one shot there were snow banks taller than our house on last Sunday... Whewweee...