Welcome to my first attempt at the blogging thing.
As you may have guessed from my blog title, I am an Ojibwe from the Fort Alexander Indian Reserve, also know as Sagkeeng First Nation. I am just about fifty years old; born in 1960. Wow! That was a great time to be alive. Before I get into juicy posts from the confessions of an Ojibwe let me begin with a brief background and a some proud Indian rhethoric.
Growing up in a Manitoba Indian Reserve was a great experience that has made me very proud of my heritage, my family and my community. I have seen a lot of changes to the community and the people since I was growing up in the sixties. It's funny though, I am very comfortable in how I grew up, but I am quite sure that I would not bring up my kids in the same community. Weird I know. I have 4 kids, 2 boys and 2 girls. Now I have two grandchildren, a 2 year old girl and 2 week old boy.
One of my sons has passed on. He took his own life in August 2005. It has been the hardest thing to come to grips with. I lost my mind and am slowly recovering.
Usually I joke, laugh and tease to keep going. If you didn't know my background you wouldn't know I barely make it through the day.
Let me leave you with a story from one of the guys in the reserve.
Seems these guys were having beers at Clarence's place. Clarence was playing his role in front of the guys as the master of the house. He loudly says to his wife, "get me a beer before I give you the Nine!" She quickly replies, "That's not Nine, I've had Nine before and that's not Nine!"
From there the party was broken up with Clarence and his wife exchanging barbs and other unfriendly gestures.