Aboriginal - Girls Action Foundation
Aboriginal - Girls Action Foundation
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By Katie Jo Rabbit<br />
It all started when I was three years old, it was 1983 we lived in a two bedroom town<br />
house, and we didn’t have a television, or the cable was cut off. At the time I didn’t<br />
think anything of it, because my mum and grandma protected me from the hardships<br />
of reality that we faced. Sometimes now, when I think back, we were quite poor, but<br />
because of these women in my life, I was able to see past the materialism and enjoy my<br />
childhood.<br />
My mom, who is affectionately known by her Blackfoot name; “Innitsii” introduced me to the<br />
Pee Wee Herman word game, “word of the day”. She would give me a word, and if I used it<br />
properly in a sentence we would scream. To test her I would use the words only in public. Because<br />
my mother was never too shy to scream while at the grocery store, I began my love of words.<br />
When we moved back to the reserve my grandma would also influence my love of<br />
stories, words and all things creative. She would tell me all about the days of our lives,<br />
and would sew while I read aloud from the National Inquirer. When I would ask her if<br />
the stories in it were true, she would look up from her antique push foot-pedal sewing<br />
machine with a reply “What do you think?”<br />
I can still see her sitting there, in the dining room, can picture her smile, like a crack<br />
in the soft folds of her aged skin. Her face like the bark of a tree, beaming whenever I<br />
would play the cello, or recite a poem, lending me her costume jewellery and reminding<br />
me ladies only ever chewed half a piece of Freedent gum to be polite. She was the only<br />
woman I knew who could fry an egg in the time it took the bus to drive down the road;<br />
the only woman I knew who could make life buoy soap smell good.<br />
At the time I didn’t realize how strong and important these women were in my life, it never<br />
occurred to me that having my mother drop me off alone at basketball camps would instill in<br />
me a sense of independence. That her refusal to buy me brand name clothes would give me<br />
the motivation to get a job at the age of 14. I also thought reading from the National Inquirer<br />
was a waste of time, because we all knew bat boy was really from Mexico and not living in a<br />
cave in Kansas, but it would help me become a critical thinker.<br />
Katie Jo Rabbit<br />
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