In many parts of the world, wild rice is a gourmet delicacy which, because it is expensive and scarce, is served only on special occasions.RELATED CONTENT
To celebrate our daughter Denise’s birthday we went out for lunch at one of Duluth’s older and historic restaurants, and took along some granddaughters.RELATED CONTENT
“Giving back” is a phrase that I have been hearing more and more often these days, and think that it is an endearing concept: “giving back.”RELATED CONTENT
Do you remember last winter, the one that seemed to linger so long? Last April, in the middle of that series of unusual late spring blizzards, we LeGarde girls and our out-of-state cousins communicated through Facebook about their planned trip to Minnesota in mid-August.RELATED CONTENT
The first time a young woman acknowledged me as an elder by bringing me a plate of food was some years ago at a feast up north.RELATED CONTENT
A & Dubs, the seasonal root beer stand near the ore docks in the West End, has been owned and run by the same family for a long time. When I was a teenager during the 1960s it was an established destination for dates, family treat occasions, and cruisers.RELATED CONTENT
Last weekend’s Native poetry and music event “Moonlight Over Stone: Poetry in Sacred Places” was a treat to attend.RELATED CONTENT
Ziigwaan, the season of Mother Earth’s awakening and renewal, brings us noticeably longer days that, cloudy or clear, are filled with the beauty of daylight.RELATED CONTENT
Here in Onigamiising, this past week the UMD Survey of American Indian Arts class watched the documentary film “Teachings of the Tree People” which introduced us to the late Bruce Miller, who was a Skokomish weaver, carver, and teacher of traditional arts and culture.RELATED CONTENT
Last weekend I stopped by brother’s house with two of my granddaughters. We were bringing a spring-or-fall jacket, a lightweight red quilted nylon outgrown, in nice condition and adorably cute, for one of his little girls.RELATED CONTENT
Like many other families of the ‘50s and ‘60s, we got a lot of use out of a baby buggy that was traded back and forth between relatives. Ours was of two-toned blue vinyl-coated canvas and the size of a large bassinette.RELATED CONTENT
As I stacked the folded scraps of cotton print leftovers from the last apron I made onto the pile of remnants growing on the shelf in my fabric stash, I was visited by a memory from another time and place not so long ago or very far away.RELATED CONTENT
2012 Vegetable of the Year selection for the “One Vegetable, One Community” gardening and food preservation activity is: The Beet. The beet was chosen for this honor sometime during the fall (succeeding kale, the 2011 choice), but the selection was kept under wraps until the official New Year announcement.RELATED CONTENT
Last week the annual “Steps to the Future” career fair and powwow was held in the Nettleton-Grant school gymnasium and was hosted by the students of the combined Nettleton-Grant elementary schools. The event was very well-attended by school community and friends from all over the Duluth area as well as all ages from tiny infants to Elders, and the spirit was celebratory. That was, of course, not unexpected, in light of the traditional Ojibwe values of thankfulness, humility, generosity and the awareness that we are all created with gifts and abilities that determine our place in the cosmos.
This weekend UMD’s Diversity Commission will present “Land of Plenty: How Did You Come to Be Here?” on Friday, Nov. 11 and Saturday, Nov. 12 at 7:30 p.m. in the Marshall Performing Arts Center. The collaborative show was written by local musician Sara Thomsen and features theater, voice and instrumental performances by artists from UMD as well as from across Minnesota and Wisconsin. Before the show, from 6 to 7:30 p.m. each night, the exhibition of UMD faculty and student artworks “Mosaic: How Did We Come to be here?” will be featured in the MPAC lobby.RELATED CONTENT
Here in Onigamiising , the place of the small portage (Duluth), we are at the time of year when we start to see signs that dagwaagin, autumn, will arrive before long. Although the calendar says that the official first day of fall is still weeks away, just a week ago one of my daughters told me that just north of here she saw a tree beginning to turn color, a small mountain ash.RELATED CONTENT
On hot summer afternoons many of us quench our thirst and cool off with a soft drink. That carbonated deliciousness goes down easily, soothing the mouth and throat; the cola, lemon-lime and root beer flavors please the palate, and our thirst is satisfied. But only temporarily: within ten minutes the ingredients in soda pop can actually make us feel thirstier than before we drank it.RELATED CONTENT
Gawboy film uses painting, drawing and photos to depict Ojibwe and Finnish American life of Northeast Minnesota
The documentary is about Carl Gawboy’s life and work, his thoughts as an historian and artist, and the experiences, both historical and current, of the people of northeastern Minnesota. Viewers get to see much of his art, his studio, and how he paints his watercolors. I was especially intrigued by his description of the unpredictability of watercolor painting and the satisfaction he clearly feels in his interactions with the emerging path of the paint and the forms it takes. From now on I will look at watercolors in a new way.RELATED CONTENT
When I put an apron on, I feel a satisfactory sense of responsibility and, I admit, a certain decision-making empowerment.
Here in Onigamiising, from time to time, I am asked what is the appropriate name to call the indigenous people of North America.