Mistupuch he was my granmudder. He come from Muskeg dat was before he was a reservation. My granmudder he was about twenty-eight when he marry my granfawder. Dat was real ole for a woman to marry in dem days But he was an Indian doctor I guess dats why he wait so long.
Ooh he was a good doctor too All the peoples dey say dat about him. He doctor everybody dat come to him an he birt all dah babies too. Jus about everybody my age my granmudder he birt dem.
He marry my granmudder around 1890. Dat old man he come to him for doctoring and when he get better he never leave him again.
Dey get married dah Indian way an after dat my granfawder he help him with all hees doctoring. Dats dah way he use to be a long time ago, If dah woman he work den dah man hehelp him an if dah man he work dah woman he help. You never heerd peoples fighting over whose life he was dey all know what dey got to do to stay alive.
My granfawder his name he was Kannap but dah whitemans dey call him Jim Boy so hees Indian name he gets los. Dats why we don know who his peoples dey are. We los lots of our relations like dat. Dey get dah whitemans name den no body he knows who his peoples dey are anymore.
Sometimes me I tink dats dah reason why we have such a hard time us peoples. Our roots dey gets broken so many times. Hees hard to be strong you know when you don got far to look back for help.
Dah whitemans he can look back tousands of years cause him he writes everything down. But us peoples we use dah membering an we pass it on by telling stories and singing songs. Sometimes we even dance dah membering.
But all dis trouble you know he start after we get dah new names cause wit dah new names he come a new language an a new way of living. Once a long time ago I could 'ave told you dah story of my granfawder Kannap an all his peoples but no more. All I can tell you now is about Jim Boy an hees story hees not very ole.
Well me granmudder Mistupuch he never gets a whitemans name an him he knowed lots of stories. Dat ole lady he even knowed dah songs. He always use to tell me one about an ole man call Jacob.
Dat old man you kow he don live to far from here. Well hees gone now but dis story he was about him when he was alive.
Jacob him he gets one of dem new names when dey put him in dah residential school. He was jus a small boy when he go an he don come home for twelve years.
Twelve years! Dats a long time to be gone from your peoples. He can come home you know cause dah school he was damn near two hundred miles away. Him Mommy and Daddy dey can go and see him cause deres no road in dem days an dah Indians dey don gots many horses 'specially to travel dat far.
Dats true you know not many peoples in dem days dey have horses. Its only in dah comic books an dah pictures shows dey gots lots of horses. He was never like dat in dah real life.
Well Jacob him he stay in dat school all dem years an when he come home he was a man. While he was gone his Mommy and Daddy dey die so he gots nobody. And on top of dat nobody he knowed him cause he gots a new name. My granmudder he say dat ole man he have a hell of a time. No body he can understand dat unless he happen to him.
Dem peoples dat go away to dem schools an come back you know dey really suffer. No matter how many stories we tell we'll never be able to tell what dem schools dey done to dah peoples an all dere relations.
Well anyways Jacob he was just plain pitiful He can talk his own language He don know how to live in dah bush. It's a good ting da peoples dey was kine cause dey help him dah very bes dey can. Well a couple of summers later he meets dis girl an dey gets married.
Dat girl he was kine an real smart too. He teach Jacob how to make an Indian living.
Dey have a good life togedder an after a few years dey have a boy. Not long after dat dey raise two little girls dat was orphans.
Jacob and his wife dey was good peoples Boat of dem dey was hard working an all dah peoples dey respect dem an dey come to Jacob for advice.
But dah good times dey was too good to las cause one day dah Preeses dey come to dah village with dah policemans. Dey come to take dah kids to dah schools.
When dey get to Jacob hees house he tell dem dey can take his kids.
Dah Prees he tells him he have to lets dem go cause dats the law. Well dah Prees he have a big book an dat book he gots dah names of all dah kids an who dey belong to,
He open dat book an ask Jacob for his name an den he look it up. 'Jacob' he say 'you know better you went to dah school an you know dah edjication hees important.'
My granudder Mistupuch he say Jacob he tell that Prees 'Yes I go to dah school an dats why I don wan my kids to go. All dere is in dat place is suffering.'
Dah Prees he wasn happy about dat an he say to Jacob 'But the peoples dey have to suffer Jacob cause dah Jesus he suffer.'
'But dah Jesus he never lose his language an hees people' Jacob tell him. 'He stay home in hees own land and he do hees suffering.'
Well da Prees him he gets mad an he tell him its a sin to tink like dat an hees gonna end up in purgatory for dem kind of words.
But Jacob he don care cause far as hees concern purgatory he can be worse den the hell he live with trying to learn hees language and hees Indian ways.
He tell dat Prees he don even know who his people dey are. 'Dah Jesus he knowed his Mommy and Daddy' Jacob he tell him 'and he always knowed who his peoples dey are.'
Well dah Prees he tell him if he wans to know who hees people dey are he can tell him dat an he open in dah book again.
'Your Dad hees Indian name he was Awchak' dah prees he say 'I tink dat means Star in your language. He never gets a new name cause he never become a Christian.'
Jacob he tell my granmudder dat when da Prees he say hees Dad hees name his wife he start to cry real hard.
'Jacob someday you'll tank the God we don dis.' dah Prees he tell him an dey start loading up dah kids on dah big wagons. All dah kids dey was crying an screaming An dah mudders dey was chasing dah wagons.
Dah ole woman dey was all singing dah det songs an none of the mans dey can do anything. Dey can cause the policemans dey gots guns.
When dah wagons dey was all gone Jacob he look for hees wife but he can find him no place. An ole woman he see him an he call to him 'Pay api noosim' 'Come an sit down my granchild I mus talk to you. Hees hard for me to tell you dis but dat Prees hees book he bring us bad news today. He tell you dat Awchak he was your Daddy. My granchild Awchak he was your wife's Daddy too.'
Jacob he tell my granmudder he can cry when he hear dat. He can even hurt inside. Dat night he go looking an he fine hees wife in dah bush Dat woman he kill hisself.
Jacob he say dat ole womans dey stay wit him for a long time an dey sing healing songs an dey try to help him But he say he can feel nutting. Maybe if he did he would have done dah same ting.
For many years Jacob he was like dat just dead inside.
Dah peoples dey try to talk wit him but it was no use. Hees kids dey growed up an dey come home an live wit him. 'I made dem suffer' he tell my granmudder. 'Dem kids dey try so hard to help me.'
Den one day his daughter he get married an he have a baby. He bring it to Jacob to see. Jacob he say he look at dat lil baby an he start to cry and he can stop. He say he cry for himself an his wife an den he cry for his Mommy and Daddy. When he was done he sing dah healing songs dah ole woman dey sing to him a long time ago.
Well you know Jacob he die when he was an ole man. An all hees life he write in a big book dah Indian names of all dah Mommies and Daddies. An beside dem he write dah old names and dah new names of all dere kids.
An for dah res of hees life he fight dah government to build schools on the reservation. 'The good God he wouldn of make babies come from Mommies and Daddies' he use to say 'if he didn want dem to stay home an learn dere language an dere Indian ways.'
You know dat ole man was right. No body he can do dat. Take all dah babies away. Hees just not right. Long time ago dah old peoples dey use to dah naming an dey do dah teaching too.
If dah parents dey have troubles den dah aunties and dah uncles or somebody in dah family he help out till dah parents dey gets dere life work out. But no one no one he ever take dah babies away from here peoples.
You know my old granmudder Mistupuch he have lots of stories about people like Jacob. Good ole peoples dat work hard so tings will be better for us. We should never forget dem ole peoples.
Maria Campbell
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