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It's Trivial Pursuit?- Aboriginal style.
TOPONA? is a new board game created by two Northwest Territories women who wanted to create something educational and fun for families.
Page 18
It's Trivial Pursuit?- Aboriginal style.
TOPONA? is a new board game created by two Northwest Territories women who wanted to create something educational and fun for families.
Page 18
It's Trivial Pursuit?- Aboriginal style.
TOPONA? is a new board game created by two Northwest Territories women who wanted to create something educational and fun for families.
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A festive, made up-story about coming togther during Christmas.
"Grandma Sanderson is coming," Mom waved the letter. "She says that she'll be here by Sunday."
"Gee, you might as well have waved a red flag in front of a bull," Dad warned as he looked toward his mother, Kookum Boudray.
The air around Kookum in our little house on the reserve seemed to go dry. It started to filter through the house. The atmosphere had changed.
Kookum put her sewing stuff back into the basket. With a limp, she crossed the room.
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A festive, made up-story about coming togther during Christmas.
"Grandma Sanderson is coming," Mom waved the letter. "She says that she'll be here by Sunday."
"Gee, you might as well have waved a red flag in front of a bull," Dad warned as he looked toward his mother, Kookum Boudray.
The air around Kookum in our little house on the reserve seemed to go dry. It started to filter through the house. The atmosphere had changed.
Kookum put her sewing stuff back into the basket. With a limp, she crossed the room.
Page 17
A festive, made up-story about coming togther during Christmas.
"Grandma Sanderson is coming," Mom waved the letter. "She says that she'll be here by Sunday."
"Gee, you might as well have waved a red flag in front of a bull," Dad warned as he looked toward his mother, Kookum Boudray.
The air around Kookum in our little house on the reserve seemed to go dry. It started to filter through the house. The atmosphere had changed.
Kookum put her sewing stuff back into the basket. With a limp, she crossed the room.
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It was coming up to Christmas of 1995. I couldn't wait. I was going to Grande Prairie in a week to see my Grandma. She had been sick since November. She had diabetes and had just come out of the hospital.My family went to Grande Prairie to see her for Christmas.
Christmas was wonderful. A great big turkey, and my favorite - potatoes and gravy! Grandma made it the best!
Everyone was there for Christmas: my sister Jody, my mom Heather, Brandy, Sheila, Boysis, my cousins, my uncle Jason and the rest of the family.
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It was coming up to Christmas of 1995. I couldn't wait. I was going to Grande Prairie in a week to see my Grandma. She had been sick since November. She had diabetes and had just come out of the hospital.My family went to Grande Prairie to see her for Christmas.
Christmas was wonderful. A great big turkey, and my favorite - potatoes and gravy! Grandma made it the best!
Everyone was there for Christmas: my sister Jody, my mom Heather, Brandy, Sheila, Boysis, my cousins, my uncle Jason and the rest of the family.
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It was coming up to Christmas of 1995. I couldn't wait. I was going to Grande Prairie in a week to see my Grandma. She had been sick since November. She had diabetes and had just come out of the hospital.My family went to Grande Prairie to see her for Christmas.
Christmas was wonderful. A great big turkey, and my favorite - potatoes and gravy! Grandma made it the best!
Everyone was there for Christmas: my sister Jody, my mom Heather, Brandy, Sheila, Boysis, my cousins, my uncle Jason and the rest of the family.
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I am the third child in a family of nine. I was born in Prince Albert, Sask. My father worked for the city and my mother worked in restaurants and as a cleaning lady for a dentist.
My father passed away when he was only 46. It was on my sister's birthday, April 4, 1972. It was a very sad time in my life.
Before that, I remember when I was at home my father would always call me by his pet name for me, Coach. Every school day I woke up to "Coach, school." Since my father's passing, no one has ever called me Coach.