Yesterday during my time at the RFTB&D, I was reading a book on creative writing that contained many excellent examples. I enjoyed reading this book, because I could really get into the material.
One essay by Louise Erdrich, an author of Ojibwa extraction, related that in the earliest records, women of the Anishinaabe nation (of which Ojibwa is a part) had names such as Walks with Wind, Lightning Proof, Speaks Well, and Walks Far. When the missionaries came, in an evangelical frenzy those names became Mary and Martha and other good Christian identities. Louise’s grandmother, who started life as Carries Sunshine became just one more Catherine.
She would, of course, be returned to her chair, and until that idea faded from her mind she would have to be restrained in the chair, and the chair tied to the wall.
Now if you know me very well, you know that I did not make it to the end of this essay. I struggled with it a bit, then gave up and sat silently, tears in my eyes. My director, a novice teenager, stopped the recording, and then in a bit, wide-eyed, pressed the intercom to see if I was okay?
I told her that yes, I was okay, and if she worked with me much she would get used to these lapses. It may take her a while to understand, though.
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Been to wedding rehearsal. Heard the video, heard the song. Kleenex needed.
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