I go to Church every Sunday now. Most times by myself, since Mother and Izzy are usually busy getting fish or hunting for meat. I can also sing to my heart’s content here. There are only a few old ladies who sing from the Cree syllabic hymn books, although they speak the Anishinabe language. They still do not have Anishinabe-language hymn books. We don’t care — there are some young girls who sing from the English hymn books with me, and the old ladies join us in Anishinabe. It sounds really funny — the words are different but the music is still the same. We have a great time. The Minister lives on the Reserve and he is old with white hair, but he’s nice. He just nods and smiles. I’m not sure he makes any more sense to me than the Minister down south.
I just found out that me and six other kids are going to be sent to a city in the south to go to high school there in the fall. There was a meeting at the school gym and we were told that we would be staying with white people in their own homes in the city. It would be just like the place Emma lived in while she went to high school, I guess.
I don’t really know what it will feel like to live in white people’s homes. Based on what I experienced with the white kids at King George School, I don’t know about that. But I really have no choice and no say as to where I am being sent or where I will stay. They will just get us on a plane, then onto a train and then into a city to be dropped off at white people’s homes, where we will stay while we go to a city school. I’m really not happy about all this, but I notice the other kids are all excited about going into the city! Idiots!!!
Mother says Izzy is getting fat and she’s blaming it on my cooking! I got the storekeeper’s wife to show me how to make bread, but I haven’t tried it yet. I am kind of scared to try because I might end up with a big blob of dough!