It is amazing that I was born in the forest. There were no health professionals. My mom began her labour while cutting wood with granny. My granny prepared a place for birth by digging some snow on the ground and setting spruce boughs for comfort.
My dad was out moose hunting one day. He invited people in surrounding area to celebrate the moose hunt. Celebration is a lost art, we do not honour childbirth, the first snowshow, and the first walk.
There were no shovel or rake to be used before contact with the white people. Do you know what a snow walker is? It is a ritual for when it is time to go to a spirit world, the person leaves for a place to die. No one knows where the body is laid to rest.
