The Survivors Speak
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Arrival<br />
“I’ve always called it a monster.”<br />
Nellie Ningewance was raised in Hudson, Ontario, and went to the Sioux Lookout,<br />
Ontario, school in the 1950s and 1960s. Her parents enrolled her in the school at the government’s<br />
insistence. She told her mother she did not want to go.<br />
But the day came where we, we were all bussed<br />
out from Hudson. My mother told me to pack my<br />
stuff; a little bit of what I needed, what I wanted. I<br />
remember I had a little doll that my dad had given<br />
me for a Christmas present. And I had a little trunk<br />
where I made my own doll clothes. I started sewing<br />
when I was nine years old. My mom taught us all<br />
this though, sewing. So I used to make my own doll<br />
clothes; I packed those up, what I wanted.<br />
I guess I had mixed feelings. I was kind of excited<br />
to go away to go to school. My mom tried to make<br />
it feel comfortable for me and I know it was hard Nellie Ningewance.<br />
for her and hard for me. But when the time we were<br />
ready to leave, they had a bus; and there was lots of people with their kids waiting to<br />
leave. And I made sure I, I was the last one to board the bus, ’cause I didn’t want to go.<br />
I remember hugging my mom, begging her, getting on the bus; waving at them as<br />
they were going, pulling away. I don’t remember how long the ride was from Hudson<br />
to Pelican at the time, but it seemed like a long ride.…<br />
When we arrived there, again I was, I made sure I was the last one to get off the bus.<br />
And when I arrived there, a guy standing at the bottom there helping all the students<br />
to get off the bus, reaching out his hand like this; I didn’t even want to touch him. I<br />
didn’t even want to get off. I’m hanging to the bar; I didn’t want to get off. To me he<br />
looked so ugly. He was dark, short, and he was trying to coax me to come down the<br />
stairs and to help me get off the bus. I hang onto the bus and they had to force me<br />
and pull me down to get off the bus.<br />
<strong>The</strong> next three days I guess was sort of, like it was like floating.… I remember crying<br />
then calming down for a while, then crying again…. When we arrived we had to<br />
register that we had arrived then they took us to cut our hair. <strong>The</strong> next thing was to<br />
get our clothes. <strong>The</strong>y gave us two pairs of jeans, two pairs of tee-shirts, two church