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  • Linda Caldwell, Windspeaker Staff Writer

Page 10

Loretta Todd has found a unique way to keep the memory of Native war veterans alive: capture their stories on film.

Forgotten Warriors is "a story that has needed to be told for a long time," said the CBC director and writer.

Native Canadians were not conscripted during the Second World War but many volunteered to serve, even though it often meant losing their…

  • Linda Caldwell, Windspeaker Staff Writer

Page 10

Loretta Todd has found a unique way to keep the memory of Native war veterans alive: capture their stories on film.

Forgotten Warriors is "a story that has needed to be told for a long time," said the CBC director and writer.

Native Canadians were not conscripted during the Second World War but many volunteered to serve, even though it often meant losing their…

  • Linda Caldwell, Windspeaker Staff Writer

Page 10

Loretta Todd has found a unique way to keep the memory of Native war veterans alive: capture their stories on film.

Forgotten Warriors is "a story that has needed to be told for a long time," said the CBC director and writer.

Native Canadians were not conscripted during the Second World War but many volunteered to serve, even though it often meant losing their…

  • Linda Caldwell, Windspeaker Staff Writer

Page 10

Loretta Todd has found a unique way to keep the memory of Native war veterans alive: capture their stories on film.

Forgotten Warriors is "a story that has needed to be told for a long time," said the CBC director and writer.

Native Canadians were not conscripted during the Second World War but many volunteered to serve, even though it often meant losing their…

  • Susan Thorne, Windspeaker Contributor, FRANKFURT GERMANY

Victors headed for home bearing 11 medals, 7 of them gold

Page 9

Native heritage came in for a good deal of attention in Europe recently though on unusual medium: Food.

A Canadian Native team took part for the first time in the international Culinary Olympics held in Frankfurt, Germany in October, competing with chefs from around the world in a demonstration of cooking…

  • Susan Thorne, Windspeaker Contributor, FRANKFURT GERMANY

Victors headed for home bearing 11 medals, 7 of them gold

Page 9

Native heritage came in for a good deal of attention in Europe recently though on unusual medium: Food.

A Canadian Native team took part for the first time in the international Culinary Olympics held in Frankfurt, Germany in October, competing with chefs from around the world in a demonstration of cooking…

  • Susan Thorne, Windspeaker Contributor, FRANKFURT GERMANY

Victors headed for home bearing 11 medals, 7 of them gold

Page 9

Native heritage came in for a good deal of attention in Europe recently though on unusual medium: Food.

A Canadian Native team took part for the first time in the international Culinary Olympics held in Frankfurt, Germany in October, competing with chefs from around the world in a demonstration of cooking…

  • Susan Thorne, Windspeaker Contributor, FRANKFURT GERMANY

Victors headed for home bearing 11 medals, 7 of them gold

Page 9

Native heritage came in for a good deal of attention in Europe recently though on unusual medium: Food.

A Canadian Native team took part for the first time in the international Culinary Olympics held in Frankfurt, Germany in October, competing with chefs from around the world in a demonstration of cooking…

  • Stephane Wuttunee, Windspeaker Columnist

Page 7

FIRST PERSON

Today, in a gentle manner, I ask you to walk with me. Having company for a change is nice, I often feel my way of thinking is lonely. Let us shed all differences and seek new vision together. The time for truth has come. My friend, close your physical eyes.

You will not need them to see.

Like a flashback from the past, imagine this scene: A…

  • Stephane Wuttunee, Windspeaker Columnist

Page 7

FIRST PERSON

Today, in a gentle manner, I ask you to walk with me. Having company for a change is nice, I often feel my way of thinking is lonely. Let us shed all differences and seek new vision together. The time for truth has come. My friend, close your physical eyes.

You will not need them to see.

Like a flashback from the past, imagine this scene: A…

  • Stephane Wuttunee, Windspeaker Columnist

Page 7

FIRST PERSON

Today, in a gentle manner, I ask you to walk with me. Having company for a change is nice, I often feel my way of thinking is lonely. Let us shed all differences and seek new vision together. The time for truth has come. My friend, close your physical eyes.

You will not need them to see.

Like a flashback from the past, imagine this scene: A…

  • Stephane Wuttunee, Windspeaker Columnist

Page 7

FIRST PERSON

Today, in a gentle manner, I ask you to walk with me. Having company for a change is nice, I often feel my way of thinking is lonely. Let us shed all differences and seek new vision together. The time for truth has come. My friend, close your physical eyes.

You will not need them to see.

Like a flashback from the past, imagine this scene: A…

  • Richard Wagamese, Windspeaker Columnist

Page 5

Tansi, ahnee and hello. The city of moonlight. Inside my head is a man with a horn. Jazz. I imagine him sitting alone on a window ledge somewhere blowing gigantic holes of incandescent blue in the night sky. The luminescence around me throws silhouettes of house and tree and schoolyard into patterns and shapes at once foreign

and familiar. I'm strolling the same city…

  • Richard Wagamese, Windspeaker Columnist

Page 5

Tansi, ahnee and hello. The city of moonlight. Inside my head is a man with a horn. Jazz. I imagine him sitting alone on a window ledge somewhere blowing gigantic holes of incandescent blue in the night sky. The luminescence around me throws silhouettes of house and tree and schoolyard into patterns and shapes at once foreign

and familiar. I'm strolling the same city…

  • Richard Wagamese, Windspeaker Columnist

Page 5

Tansi, ahnee and hello. The city of moonlight. Inside my head is a man with a horn. Jazz. I imagine him sitting alone on a window ledge somewhere blowing gigantic holes of incandescent blue in the night sky. The luminescence around me throws silhouettes of house and tree and schoolyard into patterns and shapes at once foreign

and familiar. I'm strolling the same city…