Friday, December 30, 2011
WELCOME....
Rocky Patrick...
So I asked…so I asked the boys how to dance. We were in dorm, getting ready for a dance this one time. Also in the washroom doing our hair. Dabbing it down with Brylcream then running a comb through it until we got it just where we wanted it. Different boys had different styles.
And that’s when I told them I didn’t know how to dance. I told them I never ever danced before. I guess I was 11. And so…and so…they said just move up and down….and make sure you move your legs. You have to move your legs to the music….back and forth. This way and that way.
This would have been in about 1967 when I was 11.
‘Just do what Rocky Patrick does.’
Someone said that. They told me to just copy Rocky Patrick. ‘Rocky’s a good dancer,’ they said.
So…so…we get to the dance...down at the showhall. And that’s when I decide…okay….it’s time to do this. I have to learn somehow and probably the best way is to just get onto the dance floor. And copy Rocky Patrick.
So I ask my sister to dance. My sister Sharon who is older’n me. And that’s how I learn to dance.
By copying Rocky Patrick.
And also on special occasions like when the students from
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Miss Ann
I’m not scared to dance anymore. We had another dance and I even asked Miss Ann for a dance. She is our Secretary at our school and very pretty. She said yes.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
December 27, 2011
After we created the blog, I found Jim Callanan (formerly Br. James) through the phone book and we talked about what it was like there....at Lejac...in the 1960s. I sent him the link and he got back to me couple days later and made some changes to things I’d written. Which I later posted and you can see it by going to the blog, where I talk about being there, at Lejac, and his stuff is the writing in blue. And he and I agreed to stay in touch.
We launched the blog on September 1, 2009. We have since posted over 130 times. A posting is each time you add a story or put up some photos on the blog.
After we went on-line, about a year and a half after we launched the blog, I was notified by someone who grew up at Lejac. His mom was our cook at residential school in the 1960s and he sent me emails to say how much he enjoyed the blog. Jim also sent us several stories and more photos. We sent our link to The Travelling Feather, the McLeod Lake Indian Band newsletter who put a small blurb on ‘lejac.blogspot.com’ in the Band newsletter back in 2010.
Then in early 2011 we were approached by a young fellow out of Kelowna who was working on a presentation for his class. He chose to do it on Lejac and requested our permission to use stories from our blog. We graciously agreed. In return we requested his permission to print our exchange in the blog and he granted us that permission. Look for that beginning Feb. 5th, 2011. We met another student on-line (never actually met her in person) requesting permission to use things from our blog just this November (of 2011) for a paper she was working on. Once again we graciously acquiesced.
The blog is for everyone, if you want to share old photos or your stories on residential school. Speaking of photos, we came across quite a number of very old pictures on-line (on Facebook) which we hope to get permission to post here on our blog. I will work on that. Failing that, you may go to Facebook and search a group called ‘Lejac Residential School Memorial Project’ for some stories as well as photos.
WHY DO WE DO THIS?
Probably mostly for the heart and mostly for the soul. I spent most of my childhood there. Eight years to be exact. And all the things we done, the things we saw, heard, learned…affected us for the rest of our life. Whether for good or for bad. I prefer to think for good. Spoke to a fella number of years ago now…we were both there together in the 1960s and we agreed years later that it was not all bad. Not all of it was bad! And we also agreed that given the conditions on our reserve back in the 50s and 60s for some of us Lejac might have been a safe haven. I understand not everyone feels that way.
But for me it’s important to try and feel the good things we learned there. And then move forward. I hope others may find their way as well.
Our email address is ‘jackman2@telus.net’. Thank you and you all have a nice day. Verne Solonas, Administrator
Saturday, December 24, 2011
IN HOUSE LEAGUE
And competition was fierce. All the teams wanted to be in top spot. The games lasted from after Xmas until April when our ice started melting. In fact, it was so warm out that early April there were bare spots on the ice where the ice had melted through. And the boys on the ice had to watch where they were skating so as not to trip on the bare spots. In the final game of the year, they announced each player one by one as they stepped on to the ice. And a big cheer would go up as the students lined up around the boards to cheer on their favourite team. Then they announced Gilbert Chingee’s name. He was one of the goalies for one of the teams. And….he stepped onto the ice…then fell down on to the ice. In front of the whole crowd. And it just erupted!! Guess he stepped onto a bare spot. And the whole crowd went up into a cheer as he gathered himself up and off to his net. That was so-o-o funny!!
STONY CREEK
Mr. Kenny
Later, in 1968, Charlie Kenny came in as the Intermediate Dorm supervisor and Leonard Kenny got bumped up to Senior Dorm. Charlie Kenny was Mr. Kenny's younger brother. First day in the fall of 1968....this is so funny....first day at residential school that fall we were all in dorm getting ready for bed. And we had just met Charlie Kenny. He was in the little bedroom in the corner of Intermediate Dorm when all of a sudden he poked his head out of his bedroom and shouted ‘Who farred that?’
What? Again he repeated himself. We all looked at each other wondering what the hell he was saying. Turns out someone threw a pop can which bounced off his bedroom wall. Now he wants to know who threw it. He was saying ‘Who fired that?’ except the way he talks everybody thought he wanted to know who farted!
Mr. Leonard Kenny was the one who I remember was just about swearing one morning when we were all getting up in dorm. Brother James, the Senior Dorm supervisor, came in carrying a small radio and told Leonard Kenny someone just got shot. Mr. Kenny kept saying over and over ‘I can’t believe it. I just can't believe it!!' That was the time Robert Kennedy got shot. Robert Kennedy is John F. Kennedy’s younger brother. JFK used to be the U.S president.