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Map “One Day, Somebody is Going to Forget”: A Conversation with Mini Aodla Freeman Elevator First Day At Work Lost Alikatu Loneliness Had Many Reasons I Knew Him and Yet Not The Screen Had To Do With It My Clothes Were Valuable So Close Together and Yet So Far Apart Exhibition Exciting for a Qallunaat Girl It’s a Terrible Dream To Please a Friend They Are Out of the Box I Did Not Hear Him Arrive Grandmother’s Qullik Was Very Bright It and Her Almost Lost an Arm for a Stamp Grandmother’s Helpers Grandmother’s Elegance Came In Handy Artificial River I Would Like to See to Whom I Am Talking Something Familiar? Meeting a Grand Lady Dog Meat in the South? They Too Have Their Own Way of Writing I Hate Water My Most Silly Moment My First Square Dance in the South Twenty-One, but One Year Old in the South I Thought I Was a Queen Caught Between Two Lives A House In the Air He Wrote Only Few Words My Feelings Were Hurt Visiting a Mint We Were Nomads The Fish Like to Be Dressed Up For Hospital Visits Newspaper Office Buttons Count a Lot My Frustration Feeling Crushed Just Close Your Eyes and Eat Goose Pimples All Over He Read Backwards Life Or Death So Many and So Quiet I Have Seen Many Deaths I Am In the Middle “Life-or-Death” Had a Reason I Am Crazy About It Language Was Pulling Silly Cry Second Look Inuit in the South The Situation Was Familiar Weetaltuk Died and They Became Weak My Inuk Way That I Was Born Into I Remember It Was a Strange Winter I Will Never Know Another Summer Like That Trading Was a Chore But Necessary They Came Bearing Gifts The World War in the Qallunaat World Rubbed on Us Too Did They Really Pamper Their Eyebrows? Other Fears Emerged It Was a Time of Joy and a Time to Learn To Learn Is Sometimes Painful James Bay Robbers It Was Peaceful No More Baby Hammocks The Doll Lasted Much Longer on the Wall Nature Can Be Mean Sometimes Giant Berries Grandmother Sometimes Needed Help Grandparents Seemed to Have Made It For Me I Was Dumped My Feet Were Smelly But They Were Warm I Think I Was Kidnapped They Came To Get Me But They Had No Ransom So Much Had Happened While I Was Away School Is Not the Only Place of Education Pain, Pain and More Pain Getting Used To It Is Part of Survival Bad Pains Have Good Rewards? A Mourning Trip Desperate Chance We Almost Had an Indian Mother Father Knew How to Hold Our Tongues How Grandmother Got Flat Fingers Common to Natives, But Not to Doctors She Had Cold Hands, But the Least Painful One Could Tell That They Were Warriors Growing Pains Mighty, Fantastic and Mysterious Only Beaver Pelt Collectors Nobody Told Me That I Had to Grow Strange Certainly It Was a Time of Joy To Become a Woman Is Even Stranger One Drains Blood to Grow Up Adults Get Disappointed Too Bad Times Are Sometimes Good Luck Innocent Woman Brother Was Growing Too Novelty Creates Smells The Sick Gave Me Strength What I Needed Was Physical Strength We Were Shipped Like Cargo We Kept Our Homes at the Backs of Our Minds Nightingale Kept Calling Me Home Was Just Meant to Be a Memory Housework is a Lonely Affair I Still Knew How to be Happy Father, Please Take Me Home Father Had His Own Reasons Harmony Is Not Forever Did the Drink Drive Me Crazy? Grandmother Was Always Right Machines Are Cold They Were Strangers More Than I The Agent Was Still After Me How Do I Like the Weather? Photographs Life After Life Among The Qallunaat Works Cited About the Author
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