Tech Problems, Opening Ceremonies, and the Wind

Tue, Aug 27

A laptop is set up on a piece of plywood balanced between two chairs in a makeshift workspace. The screen shows a photo-editing software interface, with multiple images displayed. A mouse and mousepad sit to the right of the laptop, while cables and a power adapter are visible to the left. The scene is set in the Naskapi Kitchen, with folding chairs and tables in the background. The setting feels temporary and improvised, yet functional.

The next morning was rough. I hadn’t slept well, and things seemed off from the start. When I arrived at the Naskapi Kitchen to work, I discovered that the table I’d been using as a desk was gone. I had to improvise, piecing together a makeshift desk with a couple of chairs and a piece of plywood I found in the garbage. Not the ideal setup, but it got me through.

In the big tent, the air was full of anticipation. We held several meetings, tying up loose ends for the opening day of the Elders Gathering. The kitchen crew outdid themselves with an incredible breakfast spread, a reminder of the care and skill that goes into every meal here.

A man, identified as John Chescappio, stands beside a wooden signpost placed on the stage in a large tent. The signpost has directional signs showing the distances from the gathering site to various nearby communities, including Waswanipi (856 km), Masteuiatsh (803 km), and Kawawachikamach (9 km). John is pointing towards one of the signs. The stage is decorated with evergreen branches and traditional items, including a mannequin wearing Indigenous attire. The scene evokes a sense of connection among the communities represented.

John Chescappio added a beautiful touch to the gathering with a tall signpost for the stage, showing accurate distances between each community and the Gathering site. A subtle but powerful reminder of how far we’ve all come to be here together.

Michapow (Paul Arthur McKenzie) stands holding a microphone, leading the group in prayer before a meal at the Elders Gathering. He is dressed in a dark jacket, with glasses and short silver hair. Behind him, a large tent with curved windows can be seen, decorated with evergreen trees and banners. A microphone stand is nearby, and a banner in the background reads, "Empowering Your World - Lighting, Power, and Communications by Sichuun."

Before we ate, Michapow  (Paul Arthur McKenzie) led everyone in prayer.

Raoul Vollant, a SOCAM reporter, was busy interviewing elders and leaders, capturing their stories and wisdom. The elders were happy to be back together—it was heartwarming to see.

A floatplane buzzed over the camp as we ate, adding a classic northern touch to the scene. Would it even be a real northern camp without a floatplane flying by?

The reflection of Benjamin Jancewicz is visible on the screen of their MacBook Pro, which displays a restart error message. The background shows a tent structure with people moving around, blurred in the distance. The image captures the frustration of dealing with technical difficulties in an outdoor working environment.

The day wasn’t without its challenges. My computer started acting up while I was trying to edit videos, and after countless attempts, it refused to turn back on. As if that wasn’t enough, gale-force winds knocked out the internet, making everything more difficult. Five hours on the phone with Apple tech support felt like an eternity, and in between troubleshooting, I was still trying to shoot photos and videos.

A handmade wooden sign hangs at the entrance of Benjamin Jancewicz's tent. The sign is tied with yellow rope to a simple structure made from branches and features Benjamin’s name written in both Naskapi syllabics and English. A knitted green hat hangs nearby, and a chimney pipe from the tent’s woodstove is visible in the background. The sky is partially cloudy, casting soft light over the camp. The sign is a meaningful, personal touch in an otherwise rustic setup.

But there was a small, emotional lift during the chaos: I discovered that my Dad had made me a sign for my tent. It was a simple gesture, but it meant so much to me.

Meanwhile, preparations for the opening ceremony continued. The women dressed in their finest, and Samson came by to lend his expertise in butchering geese.

Noah Swappie stands in front of an audience, holding a microphone and presenting a slideshow on Naskapi history. Behind him is a large monitor showing a slide with images of Naskapi people and the Kawawachikamach logo. A vertical banner for the Institut Tshakapesh is visible in the background. He is wearing a gray shirt, black pants, and a hat, with a sash tied around his waist, symbolizing his cultural pride. A backpack sits on the floor near him.

Noah Swappie led a beautiful presentation on Naskapi history, which Nuwata Robinseeno helped put together.

You can view the full presentation here.

An elder woman smiles as she kneads dough in a large mixing bowl, her hands and face dusted with flour. She wears a checkered flannel shirt and glasses, while a man, likely another elder, stands behind her wearing a black shirt and a baseball cap. They are outdoors near a tent, as preparations for meals continue at the gathering. The expression on her face reflects her focus and warmth despite the busy kitchen setting.

In the kitchen, the cooks didn’t stop. They had no time to clean up, just moving from one task to the next as they prepared meal after meal for everyone.

A large group of children stands on stage, facing the camera with many smiling and waving enthusiastically. The kids, some dressed in traditional plaid clothing, are gathered in a semicircle at the front of the stage. Behind them, a large audience sits along the edges of the tent, watching the performance. The tent is spacious, with a high ceiling and large windows letting in natural light. The scene captures the joy and energy of the children's performance during the event.

The Jimmy Sandy Memorial School Grade 2 Class led the Opening Ceremony with a dance, all dressed up in traditional clothing. It was absolutely adorable.

You can watch the dance here.

Chief Theresa Chemaganish officially opened everything, accompanied by Chiefs and dignitaries from all the other nations. Several nations gave gifts to her and some of the organizers of the event.

Réal McKenzie, Mike McKenzie, Jean-Charles Piétacho, Simon Pokue, Theresa Chemaganish, Annick Flamand, Hervé Pinecic, and Angela Pasteen all gave speeches.

Michapow (Paul Arthur McKenzie) is seated on stage, holding drumsticks and smiling at the camera, preparing to start the Opening Ceremonies with traditional drumming. Behind him, other men in traditional vests are seen preparing and filming the event. The audience is seated in the background, wrapped in warm clothing and blankets, watching attentively. The setting is within a large, warmly lit tent adorned with Naskapi art and decorations.

Michapow (Paul Arthur McKenzie) started the Opening Ceremonies with traditional drumming.

By the end of the day, I was exhausted. Trying to make things work against all odds is draining. But I found a workaround for the video editing issue—using my phone to record video, transferring it to my iPad via an SD card adapter, and then uploading it with Ethernet. It was a hassle, but at least it worked.

Toward the end of the day, the rain got more intense. I was cold. I was wet. I was tired. But my stove was hot, my bed was warm, and as I lay there, the Northern Lights danced above me. Somehow, in the middle of it all, everything felt worth it.

Wed, Aug 28

A view of the large event tent set up for the gathering. Rows of empty chairs are positioned in the foreground, facing a stage decorated with greenery, drums, and a sign that reads "Wachiya means Hello & Bonjour." A few people are seen standing near the stage and scattered throughout the tent. The event banners and various displays line the tent's sides.

This morning started a bit differently. They held mass in the big tent, and I slept in, catching the tail end of it. I had been catching up on much-needed sleep, and despite the terrific windstorm from the night before, I slept like a stone.

Two elders stand next to a display table filled with Naskapi artifacts and crafts at the Naskapi Development Corporation exhibit. The table showcases traditional items, including a beaded pouch, a small reindeer figurine, and a colorful fabric piece. The elders appear to be appreciating the cultural items, reflecting the rich history of the Naskapi people. In the background, a stage and more seating are visible under a large event tent.

At the Naskapi Development Corporation’s display, they laid out artifacts, crafts, and the history of the Naskapi people. It was inspiring to see elders from other communities admiring the collection, taking in the rich stories of the past.

A small workstation set up in the kitchen tent includes a laptop, mouse, iPad, and water bottle on a black table. The laptop displays a login screen, while the iPad is locked, showing the time as 11:05. In the background, a long table with kitchen equipment, including a large bowl and mugs, is visible. A person wearing a "Native Pride" cap sits nearby. The reflective surfaces capture the photographer's reflection, adding a personal touch to the thoughtful breakfast setup arranged for them.

Back in the kitchen, the staff saved me some pancakes for breakfast and even set me up with my own little table. It was such a thoughtful gesture—one that made me feel so cared for.

Later in the morning, Caroline St-Onge led a session on grief. Our community was shaken by the tragic news that one of our young men had taken his own life during the night. The grief session was exactly what we all needed to process this heavy loss. The community has lost many people this year, but this event made it clearer than ever how much we need each other in these difficult times.

There was some beautiful singing after the session, which you can watch on the Elders Gathering – Rassemblement des aînés 2024 page. The sharing circles that followed were incredibly moving, with elders exchanging stories, comforting one another, and reconnecting in this sacred space.

I took a brief trip back to the village to shower, wash some clothes, and gather supplies. When I returned, the rain was easing up, and a giant rainbow arched across the tents.

Back at the main tent, all of us workers were treated to a lasagna lunch, a welcome break from the busy day. Cheyenne generously handed out handmade phone bags to the workers, and I received a beautiful one with feathers that matched my hoodie perfectly.

A woman wearing a green hoodie with colorful floral designs smiles warmly as she embraces a young boy sitting on her lap. The boy is bundled up in a black and tan jacket and wears a gray Carhartt beanie, smiling slightly. They are seated at a table inside a large tent with bright, natural light streaming in from the windows. The closeness and joy shared between them reflect the familial warmth and the importance of community at the elders' gathering.

Seeing so many children running around the gathering fills my heart with joy. It reminds me of the times I was brought to elders’ camps as a child—experiences that deepened my love for this community and continue to do so.

Inside a cozy Innu kitchen tent, four people sit around a table covered with a plastic tablecloth, enjoying a break. A man in a blue sweater gives a thumbs-up while another in a black jacket with glasses looks thoughtfully. To the right, a man in a black hoodie and cap sits with a hand on his chin, and a young girl with long dark hair in a black Champion sweatshirt looks off to the side. On the table are cookies, apples, a box of raisins, and other snacks. The tent's rustic wooden beams and tarps provide warmth and shelter, creating an atmosphere of shared stories and comfort.

While walking around the camp, I was approached by a man who asked, “You are Benjamin, aren’t you?” It turned out to be the father of Dan George, a childhood friend I hadn’t seen in decades. He brought me back to the Innu kitchen tent, where they treated me to hot tea and cookies as we reminisced about the old days.

Later, I helped salvage what was left of the donation center that my parents had set up, which had been obliterated by the storm. We managed to save some of the structure and the tarp, which I ended up using for my tent. At one point, the wind almost blew my dad away as we worked to secure everything!

Though the wind was still strong, the storm eventually cleared, rewarding us with a bright and crisp sunset. More tents were going up, and there are still many elders yet to arrive.

Back at the main tent, we crowned the king and queen of the gathering—Johnny and Louisa B. Saganash, a Cree couple. They treated us to a traditional dance, which was much faster than the Naskapi style!

We ended the day with a candlelight vigil for George Amos Guanish, who had passed away this morning. Julian Swappie-Thomas led a touching song, and Johnny and Louisa B. Saganash led everyone in comforting the Guanish family.

Afterwards, I spent some time visiting with the Naskapi Noohooms in their tent, listening to their stories of what life was like in the old days.

As I secured the salvaged tarp to my tent, the Northern Lights once again danced in the sky above me. I can’t help but feel deeply grateful to be here, surrounded by this land and these people.

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