I walked into the Heritage Centre in Gjoa Haven, Nunavut. I saw several women, of all ages sitting on the floor working on a massive sewing. They were telling their story of Residential School. “when the plane came to take the children away”.
I sat down beside them. I admired their fine stitching, their delicate cutting, their long hours on the floor bent over working on their wall hanging. I was in complete awe. They were telling and sharing their story. The older women were teaching the younger women. They let me laugh with them. They shared their story with me. They shared their cultural grit with me.