My story of romancing phyllis-09 is Page 9 of 10 and continues from Page 8. It's my story of how I learned about my parents youthful Romancing.
Dad's mother was the oldest sister to the Hereditary Chief. Dad was her oldest son and born into the position of hereditary Chief of the Beaver Clan and Head Chief of our X'aisla Clans.
Before his birth, Elders prepared his training and education. At his birth, Clan Elders agreed and planned for him to marry Hannah, the oldest daughter of the highest ranking Life-giver of the Eagle Clan.
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Dad says in a firm tone of satisfaction, “I went to talk to Hannah. I told her I had my heart set on someone else. She said, ‘I do too.’ So we were both off the hook.”
“Ah ha! I see! Now I start to understand the hard feelings that I grew up with. It all makes perfect sense now. You two upset the most important generational inheritance pattern! How daring! And if you hadn't done that, I wouldn't be here. What happened next?” I ask.
“We got married on February the fourth. It was cold. The middle of winter. But we didn’t care. We just wanted to be married.
Over the winter your Ba-ba-oh Mike built a big rowboat and a 35-foot boat with a diesel Easthope engine with a fly wheel motor in it. He gave them to us as his wedding present. He had a boathouse where he worked, and his Eagle Clan and his brother, your Uncle Stan, helped him.
It was exciting for us to walk to his boat shed to watch our own boat being built. Our men built all their own boats in those days and there were several big boat houses along our shoreline where our men worked together. By the following spring our boat was built and five gallons of diesel lasted all summer long.
And before our men launched our boat, your Mom named it the 'McGinty,'” Dad says, looking at both Mom and I.
I'm engrossed in their true-to-life story and smile real hard at them both and nod my head to encourage them to continue.
“I heard that name somewhere. I still like it,” Mom says smiling at us.
Dad nods his head to her as he returns her smile, then turns to me and continues, “It was a different name for sure! Of course everybody had their own boats in them days. Like having a car today! The sooner you had your own boat, the sooner you could gather your family's food supplies for all year. That’s what we did. Mostly we lived out doors, traveling around our territory and living from our homelands.
All our people, even other First Nations villages along our coastline, traveled all over their own traditional territories to gather all kinds of different wild edible foods as they came into season.
Our Cultural Laws never allowed us to strip our resources bare nor kill for sport.
We had meaningful celebrations for everything we did. We followed the seasons. Sure there were lean years but mostly everyone had food stores to get our families to the start of the next food gathering season.
Our food gathering was dictated by our changing weather and the seasons. Our people were skilled at storing our foods in different ways. When we were out traveling, sometimes we swapped recipes with families from other villages. We traded our foods for their kinds of foods too. There was no end to variety. Our food was healthy, so our people were healthy.
All our First Nations agreed where each others traditional territorial boundaries were and we respected them. Of course we’d visit back and forth for weddings and funerals and other cultural community celebrations. And especially to visit with our family members who married into different villages too.
Back then if you were lazy your whole family starved! Of course everybody knew who was lazy! That was the worst insult you could say to any man, to tell him he's ‘lazy.’ But mostly everybody worked hard together, the adults and the kids too!
It was everybody’s job to keep all kids safe. Usually from wild animals and of course, from crazy men too!
We all worked real hard and we played real hard too! Every day was full! And busy! And fun!
For three days a week, I worked in our village Co-op store because my Dad ran it. He showed me what to do to order and look after the books, and he paid me too.
Your Mama saved up our money so we could buy her wedding ring. Then she saved up again and bought the house that you grew up in.”
“Oh! That's how we wound up in that 'old manse'! Another thing I often wondered about is how our village wound up with all those big, fancy, houses?” I ask.
“Yeah. We don’t see that quality of construction in our homes anymore. Back then, whenever any of our people needed a house, all the men helped each other. So there was no shortage of help! Our men were skilled carpenters and designed all our big homes. Sometimes they’d see a house somewhere else and they’d copy it. Solid homes! Built to last! And fancy! From the foundation, the finished walls to the shingles on the roof, everything was all hand hewn! Those homes were works of art.
And the house we bought was built by our men for a white preacher and his family. They were visitors to our community and never left so our people had to look after them too. When our people built another house for them in a different spot, we bought the one they left. It was our first home. We paid $500 for it. That was a lot of money back then!”
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