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Tyendinaga Pow Wow Arena

Tyendinaga Pow Wow, August 10, 2024

Tyendinaga Pow Wow was our second experience of such a gathering. It was very different in nature from our 2013 day at Wikwemikong. I hadn’t fully realized until now, though perhaps I should have, that most Pow Wows are community gatherings. Wikwemikong is much more a competition Pow Wow, with contests for different styles of dancing and age groups.

In Tyendinaga, we felt as if we had been invited into a delightful community party in a sunlit clearing amongst the trees. This warm circle held us all. It spanned generations, honouring the ancestors (whose presence was invited in the opening words), the traditions and Creator. It was much more laid back than the Wikwemikong Pow Wow, with a different focus and energy.

Pow Wow Dancing

On the flip side, we did not see the same variety or level of dancing. I recognized at least some of the regalia worn by different kinds of dancers – Jingle Dress, Fancy Shawl and more. But we didn’t see these different dances performed to the same extent. Much more of the day was spent on ‘Intertribal dance’, the time when everyone is welcome to join in. Yes, I was persuaded to take part at least once. But I found that, without practice, my feet wouldn’t continue to do what I wanted them to at the same time as I was talking! I will be incorporating basic Pow Wow dance steps into my exercise routines going forward.

Pow Wow Trading

Another aspect of a Pow Wow is ‘trading’. In modern times this takes the form of vendor booths. There were trinkets, there was work of great artistry – I particularly love Trevor O. Brant’s carvings – and everything in between. There were tee shirts and ribbon skirts, blankets, moccasins and the makings for many Indigenous crafts (beads, skins, fur). And no party would be complete without food and drink. We particularly enjoyed Pickerel (fish) nuggets and a Bison burger in Frybread, even if Paul did wait in line for well over an hour. And I was able to fill my water bottle with nettle and mint tea for $2. What you will not find at a Pow Wow is alcohol or drugs (and bear in mind Cannabis is legal in Canada); both are strictly prohibited.

Cultural change

It is interesting to notice how Canadian cultural awareness has changed since 2013.

At the end of my Wikwemikong Pow Wow post I reflected as follows:

Sadness mixed with hope – I guess, in truth, that is about the best I could have expected at this moment in time. It seems to me that we are reaching a tipping point in Canadian history. There is a deep need for modern Canada to acknowledge and own the shame of the near eradication of indigenous culture, the human impact of this and the immense loss it represents. The stories must be told and heard. But beyond the speaking and the listening, this is a time to begin to build new relationships, based on respect, that value the differences in cultural tradition and wisdom. It is time for Canada to begin the shift to a coherent, adult identity that marks its coming of age.

Two years later, the publication of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission’s Report and Calls to Action in 2015 did seem to mark the start of a genuine shift. There is now much more emphasis in schools and generally on Indigenous history and cultural awareness.

In 2017, Canada 150 felt oddly uncomfortable in its celebration of 150 years since Confederation. Perhaps as a result, it seemed as if suddenly there were more Indigenous focussed initiatives. It also seemed to mark the beginnings of a more thoughtful relationship to past and present.

Last year (2023) in Toronto on Canada Day, the celebration we took in in St. James’ Park featured Indigenous storytelling and dance. A local Provincial MP gave an eloquent acknowledgement not just of the treatment of Indigenous peoples but also of the impact of Japanese internment and the Chinese head tax. Yes, we can still celebrate the many wonderful things about Canada. But the Truth part of Truth and Reconciliation requires of us that we bear witness to and acknowledge past wrongs.

I have many more conversations now about Indigenous issues with friends – and strangers. There is much more interest in learning about Canada’s Indigenous heritage. People are discovering Indigenous writers and artists. And Indigenous perspectives are becoming more visible through film and television. There are, though, deniers and those whose attitude to the impact of what many refer to as cultural genocide is still ‘get over it!’

Personal perceptions and understanding

I have worked consistently to increase my own knowledge and awareness since we emigrated. And during this last year I have made Indigenous learning and linking something of a priority.

I have been told that the best and most important way to learn about Indigenous lives and ways of being is by connecting and talking with people. Books can only take you so far. Prior to settler contact, this was a primarily oral culture. And the very nature of the languages tends to be strikingly different from English. It has been a real pleasure to meet some wonderful people with Indigenous heritage. I have been honoured by their willingness to share their knowledge. It was also very illuminating to have access to some fascinating live virtual presentations during the course I followed, 4 Seasons of Indigenous Learning.

At the Tyendinaga Pow Wow I couldn’t help but be drawn to the beautiful bead work on the regalia of the man sitting in front of me. Larry O’Connor is a former politician who has only really connected to his Métis roots in the last decade or so. He took up beading during Covid and continues to develop his skill. Larry is also the host of Tales from the Big Canoe, an Indigenous focussed radio show on a community radio station. He was a delight to talk to! It was he who persuaded me to join the dancing. He graciously gave me permission to photograph him.

Pow Wow learning

Which brings me to a couple of key shifts in my awareness in relation to Pow Wow etiquette.

In 2013, I referred to Pow Wow ‘costumes’. I didn’t know any better at the time. But a costume is something you wear when you dress up and pretend to be something else. Regalia represents not only the dancer’s personality but also their history, family and culture.

I was aware at that first Pow Wow that there were times when I shouldn’t take photos. But otherwise I had a very muddy sense of what was acceptable. It was easy to understand that ceremonies and prayers were out of bounds. But it still feels complicated to know how and when to ask individual dancers for permission to take photographs. For this reason I have tried to include more general group images in this post, but I am still not sure whether I have strayed outside the boundaries.

Ribbon Skirts

One of the things that struck me at Tyendinaga was the number of women wearing ribbon skirts. I don’t remember seeing this at Wikwemikong. In fact, I wasn’t really aware of ribbon skirts until about a year ago at an Indigenous arts event.

I talked to a maker and she gave me the impression that their resurgence didn’t really start till around 2015.Both she and another attendee told me that ribbon skirts are not considered regalia and can therefore be worn by non-indigenous Pow Wow visitors. The maker also told me that they should be ankle length for dancing, though this does not seem to be universally observed.

Ribbon skirt customs belong to many different Nations. They originally combined the varied traditions of Buckskin dresses, ceremonial skirts and European designs and materials. It sems as if they are currently worn with some sense of personal reclamation of identity. As such, they are beautiful and very varied. I look forward to learning more and developing a deeper understanding.

An ongoing journey

At the start of each of the live sessions that were part of my course we were reminded that we are all at different stages in our learning journey. Over the last year I have often written or done something in a certain way. Then, days or weeks later, my awareness of subtler nuances of ceremony or day to day etiquette shifts and I question whether what I did was correct. I have talked with my Indigenous friends about some of these issues. Their guidance is to listen and to approach all interaction with openness and humility. Questions are generally welcomed.

My journey continues . . .

Martello Tower, Kingston

Landed immigrants – eight years on

Our personal ‘Canada Day‘ falls a little early; we celebrated 8 years since we arrived in Canada as ‘landed immigrants’ on Sunday June 25 (of course, since then, we became Canadian Citizens in 2014).

In honour of the occasion we took in some history at Bellevue House, briefly home to Sir John A. MacDonald (Canada’s first Prime Minister), an unusual and rather impractical house built in the 1840s in the Italianate style. We were delighted that this visit included an exhibition of Indigenous Art in recognition that celebrating Confederation, particularly Canada 150, carries some discomfort about what it is we celebrate. 

We went on to the Agnes Etherington Art Centre at Queens University, particularly delighting in a ‘Road Trip Across Canada with Alan C Collier’. It seemed both appropriate as we reflect on what it is we celebrate about Canada and as we look forward to our own road trip east.

And we rounded the day off with a walk along a wave battered shore to one of Kingston’s Martello towers. Awesome day!

Google Album (more photos!)

Philadelphia's Magic Gardens (Isaiah Zagar)

Rewind – Travel in 2016 (2); Philadelphia Freedom

It was almost with trepidation that we took off for US WordCamp in Philadelphia at the end of November. In the wake of the Trump election victory, even before his inauguration and what has followed, US travel already seemed somehow less appealing.

Justice, equality and freedom of the press

The Liberty BellIn the event, I am really glad that we were there in that moment. It was a reminder of so much that is good in America. To stand beside the Liberty Bell was particularly poignant. To read of past success in the struggle against injustice and inequality was a heartening reminder that there always have been and still are many who will fight for the best of what it is to be human.

We had a day together in which to explore. The Liberty Bell was a ‘must see’. Benjamin Franklin’s printing press resonated well with our attendance at WCUS. After all, WordPress specifically seeks to democratize publishing. Franklin’s grandson’s statement on the freedom of the press is as relevant now as it as ever been.

Old Philadelphia

We mooched around the historic area, delighting in Elfreth’s Alley, one of the oldest streets in North America, where some houses date back to the 1720s. Later,  we ambled through the very elegant Society Hill.

The weird, the wonderful and the truly magical

As we wandered, we chanced on the fabulous Center for Art in Wood, as well as a weird and wonderful exhibition of pipes. This latter was somewhat outside our normal sphere of interest, but absolutely amazing glass work!

All the while, we were heading towards Philadelphia’s Magic Gardens.  These are indeed magical, both for the immersive visual experience and the sense of art as driver for community regeneration. Isaiah Zagar is a mosaic artist on a huge scale, reminiscent of Gaudi but drawing on many other influences, in particular Folk Art. Started in 1994, the Magic Gardens form a hub for the regeneration of the South Street area of Philadelphia; Zagar’s first mosaics in the area go back to the 1960s.

Full Moon, Isaiah Zagar
We even brought our own small piece of Zagar’s work home with us. He titled it ‘Full Moon’, but we also make an association to the Blue Moon. Those of you who know our history will remember that this has a very personal significance for us!

 

The perfect end to a perfect day, Little Fish was one of the best fish restaurants we’ve ever discovered!

The next few days were conference days. In the evenings, though, we made the most of the seasonal spirit with a trip to the Christmas market and to Macy’s Christmas light show.

Passion, democratization, accessibility and community

WCUS itself was a fascinating experience for someone who functions at the edge of the WordPress community. What stays with me is the depth of commitment to making WordPress accessible to all. In 2016 there were 115 WordCamps in 41 countries, with close to 90% of the costs (though not the travel) covered by sponsors.

WordPress is available in 50 languages and there is a strong push for internationalization and accessibility. All this exists in the context of a code-base  written by volunteers (Paul has ‘core commits’ in a number of WordPress releases).

The third day of the conference was ‘Contributor Day’.Hundreds of people gave a full day of their time to coding, bug fix, testing, review, documentation, translation and more. In five years, the WordPress market share has grown from 13% to 27% of the web and this effort is what underpins it. What a fantastic model for social co-operation! 

While Paul focused on the more technical sessions and networking, I tapped into the wider content. Topics included ‘Version Control Your Life’, ‘Five Newsroom Tips for Better Website Content’, ‘Care and Feeding of Your Passion’, as well as a really helpful session on releasing a WordPress product.

‘Darth Vader wins over Yoda every time!’

Perhaps most pertinent to world events was a great talk on ‘The Dark Side of Democratization’. It seems that content that elicits emotional response is what goes viral, particularly if it arouses anger (hence the headline quote!). Therefore we all need to cultivate an ability to evaluate both our emotional response to content and the ‘facts’ in a post-truth world. An interesting suggestion was the importance of monitoring ‘news’ from sources that reflect the people who don’t think like you, engaging with understanding and tolerance, not judgement.

You can find’ the full 40 min session at https://dennis.blog/democratization/,  together with a great set of resource links including fact checkers.

Partying with dinosaurs

Partying with dinosaurs at the Academy of Natural Sciences

The ‘corridor stream’ is always a key element of any WordCamp and the after-party is a fun extension of this. In this case, we partied with dinosaurs at the Academy of Natural Sciences, making some useful contacts while were were about it!

A Sunday stroll

While Paul was delving into core code, I made a solo Philly foray. The Barnes Foundation, established by Albert C. Barnes in 1922 to “promote the advancement of education and the appreciation of the fine arts and horticulture”, houses a wonderful collection displayed in a quite unique style. The Museum of Art would definitely have been overload, though I did stand on the famous steps. Instead, I wandered on up the Benjamin Franklin Parkway behind the museum to the elegant Lemon Hill Mansion, all decked out for Christmas and picturesque Boathouse Row, enjoying the mild December sunshine.

Google Album – Philadelphia 2016 (more photos!)

Downtown from the Brickworks

2015 – Montreal, the Rideau, Stratford and more

Highlights of Our Year

In a year when I’ve been forced by a concussion (Easter Saturday; uneven pavements, a pitch into the metal door of the change room by the ice rink at Kew Gardens – not quite a hockey story) to avoid spending time at the computer, blogging has had to be largely shelved. Life has needed to be lived at a gentler pace and within tighter boundaries. At times, I’ll admit, this has felt constraining, frustrating even. But it has also been a powerful exercise in finding joy and fulfillment in small things, in the everyday; and 2015 has not been without its explorations and adventures.

Trilliums
Trilliums – Ontario’s Provincial Flower

Spring in Toronto is a case of ‘blink and you miss it’. This year I was able to live in intimate relationship with its unfurling, taking joy in the sunshine on my face and each new bud and bloom.

 

We were already committed to a trip to Montreal for Canada Day and WordCamp at the beginning of July. We spent five days enjoying wonderful food (especially at Toqué) and a necessarily gentle exploration of the old city (lovely, though we had to take refuge from a downpour in Notre Dame Basilica), Mont Royal, Le Musée des Beaux Arts, the Olympic stadium, the Botanical gardens and Biodome (Space for Life), and more. It was a little galling to be in town for the Jazz Festival and not to be able to more than cast a glance in its direction – just half an hour passing through the Place des Arts was almost more than I could cope with. Another year! One delightful discovery was ‘Dragon’s Beard Candy’ in Chinatown, a confection of sugar threads, peanuts, sesame and coconut, reputedly once made only for the emperors of China.

Photos of Montreal (Google Album) and Montreal, a Google Story

 

Thankfully we had already made the decision that we needed ‘cottage time’ this summer, opting for a tiny cottage right on the water at Newboro in the Rideau Lakes, about an hour north of Kingston.

Waking, watching through our bedroom window a heron on our dock; lazing in a hammock strung between trees; easing into the water to paddle amongst innumerable islands, idly observing fish and frogs, osprey and loons, cottages and cabins; a fabulous country market in a C19th schoolhouse – fresh-from-the-field corn, dripping with butter; canals, locks and mill-houses, then wild, rocky vistas; and always water to catch and transform the ever-changing light. Is it any wonder that this is more or less the area in which we hope to make our home?
Photos of our ‘Summer on the Rideau’ (Google Album)

 

The one post I did manage to write reflected a magical wilderness weekend at Wintergreen – a truly joyous experience. (See also Wintergreen Studios – a piece of heaven at the edge of wilderness – a Google Story for more photos!)

 

For Paul’s birthday, we chose theatre at Stratford (Ontario). Considered comparable with the London or Broadway stage, Stratford Festival encompasses four distinct stages  and many different styles.  We saw ‘Possible Worlds’, partially performed in a pool of water (odd but effective), an absorbing rumination on alternate dimensions and social constructs. On Sunday, after luxuriating at Elm Hurst Spa, we abandoned wet waterfall walking in favour of a cream tea!

 

Thanksgiving saw a glorious combination of early colour and unseasonable summer temperatures (75 F/ 24C); not wanting to travel too far, we basked in the golden glow at Toronto Zoo, which is set in rolling parkland. Focused as I was on giving thanks, I was particularly wonder-struck by the rich diversity of animal life.
Photos of Thanksgiving at Toronto Zoo (Google Album)

Gina & Paul at Toronto Zoo, Thanksgiving
Gina & Paul at Toronto Zoo, Thanksgiving

 

Fall continued mild, with particularly rich tones, sunny days – even a mild, dry night for Halloween! We had a fine dusting of snow in November, but, so far, December has continued balmy, though we continue in the belief that winter will come . . .

2015 has undoubtedly been challenging. But, despite this, looking back I am grateful for the riches of these and other experiences and the new gifts of insight it has brought. Roll on 2016!

(You can click on any photo on the page to see it at a larger size, and flip through all the others in the same gallery too!)

 

Maine Roadtrip 2014: 3 – “It must be Maine; the way life should be”

Sailing Penobscot Bay at sunset, eating appetizers and lobster bisque on Schooner Heron, which became “Sanderson’s Yacht” in the Johnny Depp film “The Rum Diary”;

. . . looking out from Mount Battie across the magnificent sweep of the bay, dotted with islands;

. . . floating on our backs in Megunticook Lake whilst watching the Turkey Vultures ride the thermals overhead; lazing with our books on the beach at Birch Point and at our lovely home from home, ‘Wildflower Cottage’, small but perfectly formed, set in a woodland clearing in a garden that beautifully blurs the distinction between wild and cultivated.

Shaker simplicity – beautiful benches and beds, first at the fabulous Farnsworth Art Museum at Rockland and then at the equally wonderful Windsor Chairmakers in Lincolnville; and the delightful discovery at the Farnsworth of American artist Andrew Wyeth, so rooted in place (a Maine summer person) and cinematic in quality.


No trip would be complete without one or two memorable foodie moments; for Paul, the Whoopie Pie was an obvious hit! Then there were the pop-overs served with whipped butter and jam at Jordan Pond, an Acadian tradition that seems a little strange to those used to eating Yorkshire Pudding with roast beef and gravy. But the meal to remember was at Saltwater Farm, overlooking the harbour at Rockport – my Halibut with spicy borscht was exquisite.


Definitely the way life should be!

To be continued . . .