Hi Audrey,
Thank you for
the opportunity to be in your Small Town Authors blog. I've attached a
picture of the Gimli harbour and a picture of myself.
Penny Ross, of
Gimli, Manitoba, Canada.
This is an
excerpt from my novel Cave of Journeys, aimed at youth 10 years and
older. It’s also been popular with grandparents who love to read to their
grandkids.
Excerpt:
Sarah was eager
to hear what Afi
thought about Gimli.
“Did you meet
any of your relatives?” she asked.
“Yes, I met one
of my uncles and two cousins,” Afi
replied with a smile. “Of course I couldn’t tell them who I was. We spoke
of the area though and I told them about Iceland. They were as interested to
hear my stories as I was to hear theirs. My uncles are fishermen. They have
small log houses near one another. They’re proud of the fish they
catch.”
“What kind of
fish do they catch, Afi?”
Mattie asked.
“Oh, there were
many kinds. Let’s see what I can remember. There were perch and pickerel, which
they also seem to call walleye. Then there were goldeye and sauger, sunfish,
whitefish, oh, and white bass. There were a few others but I can’t recall their
names right now.”
“That’s a lot
all right. Not as many as we have in Iceland though, right Afi?”
“Yes, we have
more but I was surprised at the variety they have here. The village is a booming
place,” Afi
continued.
“I was amazed by
how many things are built up in Gimli. It’s only 1911 here. I saw a school. They
said that was one of the first things Icelanders established when they arrived
here. I saw sail boats and a great number of fishing boats at the dock.”
Afi smiled. “My
cousins said they’ve seen steamboats as well. They took me on a walk on wooden
sidewalks to the other end of the village. It was a little distance from the
lake but they wanted to show off their new railroad station. It was built just a
few years ago. Everyone in the community seems proud of the railroad
station.”
“Did you go for
a train ride, Afi?”
Mattie asked.
Afi
laughed. “No, a train didn’t come into the station while I was there. I think
they run everyday but I wasn’t lucky enough to see one.”
“Too bad, that
would have been super cool.”
“Yes, it would
have been super cool,” Afi
agreed.
Afi
motioned to Buffalo Hunter and Wolf Spirit seated across from him that he had
something to say.
“My uncle and
cousins were thankful of the help neighboring Aboriginal
people have given to the Icelanders since their arrival. They mentioned that
when they first settled here, they didn’t know how to fish or find game in any
large numbers. Your people gave them dried meat, rabbit and fish from your own
supplies. Then you showed them how to winter fish, hunt for game and grow plants
native to the area. That’s how they survived their first years
here.”
Buffalo Hunter
nodded then turned to share the story with his family.
“Willow Walker
told us some of these stories in the canoe,” Mattie chimed in. “It’s interesting
that your relatives said the same things, don’t you think?”
“Yes, Mattie,
they certainly were grateful for the help the Aboriginal
people gave them when they first arrived.”
Afi
nodded to Buffalo Hunter who was ready to listen again. “In Iceland we have
experienced deep-sea fishermen. When the Icelanders arrived here though, they
said they had the wrong nets. The mesh of their nets was too large for this
lake’s fish species. They could not buy nets here. When they tried ice fishing,
the nets were lowered into shallow water and they became embedded in ice. My
cousins said it was the First Nations peoples who showed the Icelanders how to
make the proper nets and how to fish in all the seasons. They were, and are,
still grateful for this help today.”
Afi
paused again to let Buffalo Hunter translate the story. Everyone nodded then
smiled. They seemed pleased by the comments.
“My cousins had
some good stories,” Afi
continued. “They talked about a Council they have to deal with village
matters.”
Buffalo Hunter
frowned.
“I’m sorry,”
Afi
apologized. “I’m not sure how to explain a local government for you to translate
this part.”
“I will just
listen then and see what I can tell my family,” Buffalo Hunter
replied.
Afi
continued. “There are many new rules the people must follow in the village. One
is people must remove manure piles and waste.”
“Ew, that’s
gross,” Sarah complained as she shuddered. “Didn’t they do that
before?”
“By all
accounts, no. There’s also a law about not letting animals run wherever they
want through the streets.”
“What kind of
animals?” Mattie wondered.
“Horses, sheep,
cattle,” Afi
replied
“Wow, they let
sheep run around the streets? That would be cool to see.”
“Well, I guess
the people don’t think so since they aren’t letting animals run free anymore,”
Afi
pointed out. “There are plans to have Centre Street, that’s their main road,
graveled from the dock all the way down to the other end.”
“What kind of
road is it now?”
“It is a dirt
road.”
“Is there much
dust then Afi?”
Sarah wondered.
“Yes, it was
dusty today. I was happy to get back to the harbor near the
water.”
Afi
stopped when White Dove and the children began to giggle.
“I think Buffalo
Hunter just translated the part about the horses, sheep and cattle running down
the village streets,” Afi
commented with a smile.
They continued
to exchange stories long into the night as they sat around the fire.
As promised on
their canoe trip, Willow Walker gave them pemmican to try.
“Hey, this is
just like hard fish,” Mattie shouted, through mouthfuls. “Yum, I love this
stuff.”
Willow Walker
smiled as if he knew better than to ask Mattie for an
explanation.
“Willow Walker,
can I ask you something?” Mattie said as he finished off his
pemmican.
“Of course,”
Willow Walker replied.
“So Dakota the
butterfly told us a great story but since we couldn’t talk to Henry the squirrel
we didn’t learn anything about him. Do you know something about
squirrels?”
“Yes, it is
interesting that Henry the squirrel is so large,” Willow Walker replied. “In our
legends when Creator made some animals they were too large. Squirrel was one of
these. They say animals were created to be peaceful and useful to
humans.”
One of the
children began to wave at Willow Walker.
“Oh yes, sorry,
I will wait while Father tells the rest of the family the story.”
Buffalo Hunter
translated then it was Willow Walker’s turn again.
“It is said that
Squirrel was larger than a bear when he was made. He liked to destroy and attack
things, like trees and plants.”
“Wow, I could
imagine Henry doing that. He looks fierce,” Mattie noted. “Did you see how often
he scowled and frowned at us? He doesn’t seem peaceful to me.”
“Yes, I agree,”
Willow Walker said. “That is why I was surprised by his size. When Creator
realized how angry Squirrel could get he remade Squirrel into a small
size.”
“How small do
you think he was?” Mattie wondered. “We haven’t seen squirrels before. Well,
except for the giant squirrel, Henry. We know he’s only that big since
everything in the cave is extra large. That’s because of the magic I
bet.”
The children
giggled as Buffalo Hunter translated.
Willow Walker
showed Mattie the size a normal squirrel would be with his hands.
“Wow, that
small. Squirrels are teeny tiny.”
“Squirrel has a
long tail though so he looks a bit longer,” Willow Walker explained. He showed
them how long the tail would be. “Since Squirrel is small, even though he has a
bad temper, human beings do not need to fear him.”
“So, I guess
Creator couldn’t just create the animals to be tame and peaceful. Is squirrel
useful then since he’s usually so angry?” Mattie wondered.
“Squirrel is
noisy and likes to create trouble between other animals. He is not a calm or
quiet animal. Yet Squirrel shows courage and has been praised for his hard work
when it comes to food gathering. When we watch Squirrel gather nuts and prepare
for the coming winter then we know it is time to follow his example. We begin to
get ready for the cold months when food will be scarce.”
“Oh, I get it.
So Squirrel is useful. He helps people figure out when it’s time to plan and
arrange everything for winter. Dakota the butterfly told us you get tons of snow
here so it must get really cold,” Mattie added.
“Yes, the winter
months are cold. It is important to dry meat and berries. We store them as well
as other food items,” Willow Walker agreed.
“Yeah, so
Squirrel was a good addition to your animals here in North America. It’s
interesting how we didn’t get any squirrels in Iceland though. I like his long
tail but man those eyes that bugged out were scary.”
Mattie made a
face and bugged out his eyes. Then he crossed them for good measure and stuck
out his tongue.
The children
laughed at his antics then began to chatter with excitement.
Buffalo Hunter
nodded at them. They raced off then returned a few moments later with their
drums. Willow Walker and his family sang songs and drummed until it was bedtime.
It was an evening Sarah and her family would remember and
cherish
Author, Penny Ross, Bio:
Penny Ross lives
in the resort town of Gimli, Manitoba with her husband. She has two adult sons
who live nearby. As a Métis author and Aboriginal Educator, she believes in a
world where dreams, legends and magic abound through storytelling. In addition
to Cave of Journeys, Penny has also published Bird of Paradise Drums
Beating, a contemporary young adult fiction novel rich in secrets, history
and culture. Her children’s picture book, Mrs. Muggles Learns to Read
will be launched in time for Easter.
Penny is
currently working on a sequel to Cave of Journeys, a legend for children,
and a murder mystery to raise awareness about missing and murdered Aboriginal
women and girls. Penny’s books are available in paperback and Kindle through her
author website and Amazon. She loves to hear from her readers.
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