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As I Remember It: Teachings (Ɂəms tɑɁɑw) from the Life of a Sliammon ElderMain MenuTerritoryPeople of the LandColonialismResilience in the Face of Racism and ConflictCommunityLiving TogetherWellnessCaring for Body, Mind, and SpiritThe Sliammon LanguageHow We CommunicateOur ProcessMaking This BookFeatures and ResourcesWays to Use This BookAbout This BookUBC PressAs I Remember It - Peer Review Copy – Pub. March 29, 20192019-03-29T07:55:01-07:00As I Remember It - Peer Review Copy – Pub. March 22, 20192019-03-22T13:09:31-07:00tiʔiwš (Outreach)This label refers to a teaching that emerges throughout this book: “you learn from someone by example.” (The literal translation of tiʔiwš is “fast learner.”) The goal of this book is to share ɬaʔamɩn teachings and history widely with ɬaʔamɩn community members, students, and teachers at all levels, and with any other interested readers. This is Elsie’s goal in sharing ʔəms tɑʔɑw, and all of the authors hope the book serves an educational purpose. The authors ask readers to take care to use this information respectfully and in context.ʔətᶿ naʔ (Attribution)The Sliammon-language term for this label means “it is mine.” This book contains the teachings and history of the ɬaʔamɩn people as remembered and narrated by Elder Elsie Paul. The effort and care she takes in this work is important. She offers a counter-narrative to incorrect and inappropriate interpretations previously drawn by settlers. Please respect Elsie Paul’s right and responsibility to relate the history and teachings in her own words. She does so from her own perspective and does not attempt to speak for all ɬaʔamɩn people. Please attribute the stories shared in this book to Elsie Paul.
Some sections of this book are authored by other individuals and should be attributed to the appropriate person(s) as indicated.xʷaʔ čxʷ xʷaǰišɛxʷ (Non-commercial)This label’s message is clear from its translation: “don’t be selling it, don’t be profiting from it.” It reflects the fact that this book was produced as a freely available and educational resource. The knowledge it conveys is not to be used for any commercial purpose. Please respect this label.
Elsie at Deep Bay
12019-02-19T20:08:04-08:00Elizabeth Edgerton0afe7bb54204547fed22bac3c58c6ad5ae8ea8f3751Elsie Paul sitting on the beach in Deep Bay. Elsie and her grandparents spent a summer on a floathouse in Deep Bay.2019-10-09T10:32:46-07:009780774861250_EP_295Courtesy of Elsie PaulCirca 1944Still ImagePhotographer unknownFrom the photo album collection of Elsie PaulDeep Bay, British Columbia, CanadaAnonymous
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12017-11-01T18:29:24-07:00My Dog Patsy64image_header2019-11-20T12:06:24-08:00
“That’s my dog. I look after my dog!”
Patsy was my little dog. I got Patsy as just a puppy, and I was so fond of her. And it was time to go up to Rivers Inlet. And I was quite young then – gosh, I don’t know how old I was – maybe I was about seven or eight. And I had to sneak her on the steamboat under my shirt, ’cause she was just a puppy. I was so afraid they weren’t going to let me take her, if anyone saw me taking her into the boat, steamboat. So I managed to get her – snuck her aboard.
This elderly lady didn’t care for my puppy: “Gets into everything! Leave it outside!”
Oh, I didn’t want to leave her outside! So it started to pour rain, and I was so worried about my puppy. So I got out the door, and I went and sat right up against the building and I was holding my puppy. I think I must have been crying, real sad, holding on to my dog. She came out, and she looked, and she said, “Okay, get in here. You can bring her in, but make sure you hold on to her. She gets into everything.” [chuckles]
So me and my puppy are called back into the house and sitting there, I’m all soaking wet, so is my dog. [laughs] So while we’re there, the puppy got bigger, and of course it grew. We were there for about four weeks, five weeks. And we came back home, and they let me take her onto the steamboat. Managed to get her on.
And we got back here in the community, and they used to kill the dogs here. The police would come and shoot the dogs when there got to be too many dogs in the community. So they were coming anyway to shoot all the dogs. And I couldn’t convince anyone that, you know, “That’s my dog. I look after my dog!” I had to go tie the dog myself to a post. And so the police wouldn’t chase the dogs all over, we all had to have our dogs tied to a post down towards the beach. And the police would come and just shoot them off, pick them off – shoot them. Oh, I was so upset about my Patsy. I loved that dog! And I don’t know who took care of the remains. Probably the parents or the grandparents took care of the remains. I don’t know what happened after that. But they came and shot my dog.
The things we had to endure. Yeah. Yeah, it’s a wonder I’m still sane, if I am – I don’t know. [laughs] Traumatized for life!