It is difficult to put into words how I feel about
elders. It seems that I am not the only one. As related to Michael McNally in his book Elders: Aging, Authority, and Ojibwe
Religion “References and memories of elders are savored in a tangible way,
tangible sometimes by how few words are equal to the task of the often tender
regard inside”. I love looking at their
hands. I try to imagine all the things that they have done. I always wonder how many things their eyes
have seen. I used to sit and wait for the pot of tea to go on, I waited to be
handed that hot cup of sweet tea and half full of canned milk. Usually we had
homemade bread or cookies to go with it. Yummo, I have to go get one right now.
I sat there intently investigating their hands, tracing all the lines,
listening, now that my tummy was full. Tender regard towards the Elders is a
description that I would have struggled with to come up with by myself. I am
thankful that someone else put my feelings into words.
We always sit quietly. We are given toys to play with but we
are usually more interested in listening to the stories. They were relayed with great detail that made
us think we were right there with them, and we were. Through them, we all took
that journey together. We did not interrupt them, we did not speak, we listened
intently. We did not ask questions. They gave us the information in a format
that we were able to understand. These stories were told to us again and again,
as we moved the different stages of our lives, more information was given to
us. In the book Ojibwe Waasa Inaabidaa We
Look in All Directions they said “elders are given respect and for whom a
title of age is proof of honor and influence”. I do not understand how younger people now do
not respect the elders, who would include teachers, by being disruptive or talking
while they are teaching us. I have to remember that we are all on a journey and
not everyone has had the same teachings as I have. I find myself biting my
tongue on many occasions but I find that recently when I cannot hear the
teacher, I, as gently as I can, let those people know that I cannot hear the
teacher. I always feel bad about this. I
find that I am walking on the tight rope again, the rope that on one side, I
have the teachings that we are all on our own journey, and the other side being
in a university that has a number of people who do not have these
teachings. It would seem that in the
last few years, I have found my voice.
I also have to add the, bizarre to me, notion that
Canada is separate from the United States. While “recent” political structures
define us as separate entities, my people believe that we are still one nation.
In the book, Ojibwe Waasa Inaabidaa We
Look in All Directions, Eddie Benton Benai states “We the Anishinabe people
have a history that goes back 50 000 years on this continent which is now known
as North America, but which had been always known to us as Turtle Island. And
50 000 years is a long time.” We are all
connected, whatever we do has impact to those around us. Even through that
invisible line laid down by the Europeans that separate Canada and the United
States. I have a difficult time understanding how we are expected to not use
information that comes from the United States when the stories that we learned
from the Elders apply to everyone everywhere.
These are the obstacles that are making my journey incredibly difficult. The tight rope has two sides: one side of the rope has the view the Elders
deserving of respect and that we are all connected even through that invisible
line and the other side of the rope that no longer respects the Elders and who
believe that we are all separate entities, independent of each other. I will keep walking the line trying to keep an open mind and
understand other people’s point of view.
I am off to get myself another cup of tea with extra cookies.
Miigwetch,
Kimberly
McNally,
Michael D, (2009). Honoring Elders: Aging,
Authority, and Ojibwe Religion. New York: Columbia University Press
Peacock, Thomas and Wisuri, Marlene (2008). Ojibwe Waasa Inaabidaa We Look in All
Directions. Afton, MN: Pettit Network Inc.
I love the analogy of the tight rope, and the quotes you used in your entry. I agree that teenagers in todays society are becoming more disrespectful towards elders and even their peers around them. It sickens me that I am classified as apart of their group, however I am the complete opposite. I have great respect for everyone, especially elders. My great grandfather was a veteran of World War II, and just like yourself, the history they have to offer astonishes me. My favourite stories are the ones from elders, after all, they are our history.
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What a wonderful portrayal of what it means to respect your elders :) I too value the knowledge that is given to me from talking to elders. I have learned so much about weather patterns, and bird songs, and so many other signs of nature that we take for granted like the sound robins make when they are calling rain. I also know how to get the worst stains out of my children's clothes without harming the environment and can make something out of nothing because I have been taught invaluable skills from my elders. Your blog reminded me to appreciate the knowledge I have been given a little more than I already did. Thank you Kimberly.
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