Posted by on Sep 27, 2013 in Featured

A Rose Worth Remembering by Sarah Scout

A Rose Worth Remembering by Sarah Scout

Long before I wrote this article in the spring of 2002, I went to an AA round up in Standoff Alberta, on the Blood reserve during Mother’s Day weekend. There was a small Alcoholics Anonymous group who, every year had their AA round up on and around Mother’s Day. It was there in that small gymnasium, I saw Rose for the very first time, when she got up at the front podium to welcome everybody who had made it down; a welcome to everyone, and an extra special welcome to the native people. In her greeting, she said something, that to this day I have not forgotten, nor do I intend to forget for the rest of my life: “It’s good to see so many brown faces.” It’s not often that Native People in Southern Alberta, (or anywhere) get recognition or acknowledgement. And I think that is why this quote stuck with me. She was giving recognition and respect to all those native people who had decided to come...

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Posted by on Sep 15, 2013 in Featured

A WAY by Sarah Scout

A WAY by Sarah Scout

IS IT the nomad in me, who always… eventually, wants to pack up and move, and walk away? OR COULD IT BE… that ONCE WILD! that ONCE REZ! NDN! foster child??? Who USED to be… somebody’s daughter, Who USED to be… somebody’s cuzin? Who USED to be… Somebody’s sister & friend? Who USED to be…. Somebody. Else. … We ALL knew how to fight (that was the one thing we ALL did rather well) But we did not know “HOW!” to fly away. We did not fly away We did not fly away We did not fly. We often leave now without saying goodbye. We pack up and move, without going anywhere, & think… we are moving away. You see…they did not teach us how to stay, Only to pick up, (whatever you can) and go away. Always away, Always away. But…where…is…THAT…away?? That some…where? That some…day? Will we ever get there?? When & Where ‘away’ turns into A WAY A WAY to fly A WAY to take flight and...

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Posted by on Sep 3, 2013 in Featured

Car Crash and Other Erratic Glimpses, By Sarah Scout

Car Crash and Other Erratic Glimpses, By Sarah Scout

 [From my life writing novel “Incomplete Indian: The Indigenous Life Writings of Sarah Scout] The foster homes are all mixed up in my mind, but I do remember my first move to Canada with my family, of hearing drums and seeing mountain-like tipis for the first time – of walking in a circle made of dirt and prairie grass and feeling completely safe. That was the second time I knew I was different. That was the second time I knew we were different. I remember my mother – the moments that are worth remembering and the moments that aren’t. We were in a car accident in there somewhere – during Standoff Indians Days I think, because I could see the lights from the fairgrounds glittering and spinning from the distance. The car was on its side. The driver (some guy she had been dating) said he would go for help; he never came back. Mom, I remember, reacted very little. She just sat there lopsided in that car, still...

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