It is a Sunday morning and everyone in my family is awake. The birch log cabin's windows were rattling because of the strong wind.We are getting dressed for the Sunday church mass. My husband dresses my daughter in a woolen dress and a heavy shawl to keep her warm. Since i am ready for the mass, i am making my family breakfast. I made tourtière (a pork based meat pie) to give us energy throughout the day. My husband comes from our room dressed in a capote (wool coat with hood) that i embroidered myself, a red beaded bag, a tam, and moccasins i gave to him for his birthday. After eating breakfast, we make our way to the church in the cold.
We enter the church, and say hello to all our catholic friends. Our family goes to our usual seats, and as usual, my daughter is itching to leave. I sigh and make her sit on my lap to hold her down. The preacher come to the front and reads to us from the bible, which speaks of what is right and what is wrong. I enjoy being Catholic instead of a Protestent, because we are more strict about our religion and we have faith. That would be good for me and my daughter. The preacher is done and we all pray to the lord. He then dismisses us and we go do our jobs.
Because i did all my pemmican duties in the summer, i can take a break and stay home to teach my daughter about our ancestors ways. It is quite difficult because she is always running around but i treated her with some delicious berries i picked. While i was teaching my daughter, my husband was making his way to a trading post as a company clerk. He normally farms, but because of the winter he can't do all the work in the cold. He always switches jobs due to the seasons to make it easier for him.
My daughter wants to go to the trading post where her father is so i took her there. I brought a couple of berries, dresses, and furs that we don't need. We arrive at the trading post with a warm welcome from my husband. He is happy to see my daughter and I because his job is boring. i trade the berries for some clothing supplies such as beads and fabrics, and i sell the dresses and furs for food because we are runnning low. We say our good byes to my husband and head home to make a hearty dinner.
Because of the high increase of ood, i make a feast to lighten this cold dark day. I make La Gallete (fry bread) with La Rubaboo (Metis soup) and pemmican, and for dessert Poutine Au Sac (steamed pudding).
My husband comes home with a smile on his face bringing all sorts goods he recieved from a clean up in the trading post. His smile broadens when he sees the feast i prepared for him. With everyone happy we all sat down and ate the deliciouse feast that i prepared.
-Anna
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