Memorial Memories from Kelowna Entry #3 March 19th 2012

Memorial Day Three

Part One March 19th

Note to readers: I have been asked to remove personal details about the actual Memorial proceedings today. I do however reserve the right to reflect on my own life journey’s as not only a writer but as a human being. Out of respect for my family’s right to privacy, I have modified this entry and re posted.


Getting dressed in black for Grandma’s Memorial. Black blouse. Black slacks. I added my peyote braid necklace and hair clip to match with a touch of mauve and turquoise. I decided to pull my hair back away from my face. Not characteristic of me since  I’ve always been self-conscious of my forehead. My forehead is one of those features that let’s you know I got Black DNA. I use to get teased by little white girls in elementary school about it. And when I would reject a brother’s advances in HS they’d always dis my forehead. My Grandmother on the other hand always greeted me with affectionate kisses on the forehead. She said my forehead was beautiful because it was a part of me.

After a cold cereal and sum black tea. I headed out. When I arrived I was immediately greeted by my Auntie Brenda. I no longer felt like I shouldn’t have come. In fact at the very moment during that embrace I knew how much my Aunties needed me there.

It was a simple gathering for a simple woman.


I had an opportunity to make reflections about my Grandmother at the Memorial. I almost forgot my own name…lol. Started with “Good Morning”….my name, whose daughter I am and the names of my siblings. And then I went kinda blank. So I focused on my fondest memory; which of course was spending summers in Kelowna as a little kid from big urban city life in Tdot. Those summers introduced me to living off the land and exposed me to natural wildlife like deers; foxes; moose, and the beauty of mountains; pine ridges. I was sooo pumped to return to school in the fall so I could out shine my classmates during the annual “What I did on my summer vacay…sho & tell”….I’d have stories about the beach; picking strawberries in Grandma’s strawberry patch that use to go on for what felt like miles; making a scarecrow that looked like my grade 4 teacher Mr. “Nose Picker” Lockwood….cuz he scared everybody. Going to Okanagan Valley to pick fresh fruit and climb trees; horse back riding; hiking; bird watching; messin’ wit locus…fishing; and hunting (I had a water gun); but learned basic form; learning to knit and make home made ice cream….and standing beside a moose that compared to a 7 yearold looked like a UHaul Truck.

Grandpa and Auntie Brenda wud always make sure I had something amazing to show. Like a real Rabbit’s Foot or the carcass of a June Bug. One of the coolest things Grand dad taught me was how to whistle with grass. However it only seemed to work only with actual Kelowna grass…Tdot grass sucked or maybe there was too many pesticides….

Anyway I was able to find my groundation once I heard ppl chuckle at me mentioning how different Kelowna was compared to my urban jungle childhood. This gave me the courage to focus on my Grandmother’s hands. I told the attendees that I always remember my Grandma doing things with her hands…making things; cooking things; mending; working; playing; creating with her hands. I then tried to remember the section of my poem that my Grand dad liked best…I hadn’t looked at the poem since last Thurs nite so it took me a minute to retrieve the words. Little shaky but it eventual settled into a rhythm and flo and were spoken out loud. The truth is as I get older my hands are reminding me more and more of my Nana’s.

This is the part I shared:

“The touch of her hands
Enabled me to understand
The necessity of connectivity
No matter how long or short
Our distance may seem
Hands tell the story of the skin
Which maps the contours
Of your kin
The herstorical legacies
Molded and shaped
 by maternal Hands
So when I look at my own
Hands this appendage identity
Mirrors who I be
In relation
To my relationship
To my grandmothers hands”

Grandma would have appreciated the tribute it was simple; loving and warm.

On deck….the memorial reception

In Tribute to Grandma Sylvia


Memorial Memories from Kelowna Entry #2 March 18th 2012

Memorial Day Two


After breakfast and enjoying Matt & Michelle’s latte maker my cuz Anik from NB and I worked out at a local Rec Ctr gym…lol. Pure chic’s and elderly dudes…all the cute guys were still hung over from St. Patty’s Day the night before.

After the brief work out we checked out how the other half live in Kelowna by checking out lots up in the hills. These homes are ridiculous. Guest homes are connected to the estates by bridges. This land wuz once wilderness…park land when I first visited my grandparents this way in the 80’s. My grandpa use to drive us up the mountain side in his truck. We would see white tailed deer. Now these are gated communities primarily owned by semi  retired and retired Oil Company owners from Alberta.

Apparently Wayne Gretzky has a home up there. Okanagan Valley is the Valley of Mansion expansion…very sad.


Family BBQ wuz a lot more drama free than expected. Jokes tho. Our Auntie’s husband we call Bev  brought jerk sauce to add that JA feel to the chicken burgers. It wuz fun laughing with my Aunties most whom I have not scene since I wuz in High School.

Having a relaxed family gathering before a memorial service is how we do. We also talked about the family members who were absent because the chose not to come not cuz they couldn’t. Both my Uncles; my Mom’s brothers were no shows and everyone felt that wuz sad.  I haven’t seen my Uncle John since 2000 and Uncle Bill only visited me twice when I wuz still wearing sleepers to bed.

It wuz interesting when family members talked about who looked like who. Aunt Carol has Grandma’s nose; Marcel looks like Uncle Bill; Matt looks like Grandad when he wuz in the Military in the 40’s; my mom and Auntie Brenda look alike and everyone thinks I look neither like my mom or dad and I’m sooo tall. Naw…they b sooo short…lol. I do have the slit tooth trait from Gran dad’s side.

Prop’s to Michelle and Matt the food wuz good.
And things wrapped up around 8:30. The cousin’s decided to chill @ Matt’s and watch a movie and have popcorn.

I actually ate popcorn; had 2 glasses of wine and edited two promo reels :-)….never quite stop working it seems.

Rec Centre


The Lots in the Hills

The Aunties

The Cousins

On Deck The Memorial Service…

Memorial Memories from Kelowna Entry #1 March 17th 2012

Memorial Day One
8:33pm  Mar 17th

Departure Day and sooo many fine Air Canada Personnel. Cuties working security; working on da plane and @ the airline restaurants.

Last time I flew I watched Thor on the way to Van City with RS. Will our bassist wuz like Mahlikah “You need a guy like Thor, strong and sensitive”; …isn’t that what all ladies want….lol. This time around I’m watching Ushers OMG Concert Tour. The first 5-7mim  I wuzn’t feelin’ but aft that it wuz really good.

RS is planning a 2013 Concert Tour. This is like research. I need a head set mic dat fits (flash backs of Harbourfront…lol). I like the drop down mic’s too. Dry Ice….smoke machines and hot bboys and bgirls.
Usher does random hot stuff too..,like slo strip teases with his back to the audience; taking bling out of a mission impossible type brief case. He also has a gold platted mic in the shape of a gun..,hahaha. The RS guys will need to hit the gym this summer….there has to b @ least one number where they all rip their tops off…u think?

Watching this gave me quite a few ideas for wardrobe…I’ll b able to test this out in New Mexico this April.

I like short shorts with the mid cut hoodie and knee pads with nylons and high tops.

Bra tops and garters….naw…gotta leave sumting to the imagination. Plus that’s jus not me.

I would love to get sum leather tho and it would b great to support sum nish designers.

It wuz refreshing to see Ushers dancers had body….body is interesting for us females. After our gig on March 15th at El Mocambo at least 4 different dudes commented me on having curves.

An OG called me a Queen…:-)

Mixing up the segments of our sets is proving to be crowd pleasing. We have about 4-5 distinct musical components now.

All I need now is a mega phone…

Went from Usher in London to Bjork in Paris

I like how she manipulates the mic building up to climatic moments and I need to get back to bare foot performances when it’s appropriate. I remember performing barefoot summer of 2010 in Wiky felt good.

Having stuff that glo’s in the dark…fluorescent drum sticks for Jav…lol. Lights….we need lighting it creates so much mood shifts in each of her songs it’s crazee. Confetti and audience chants more audience chance.

More quiet moments and more Drum solo’s 🙂


I got picked up by my Uncle Ronnie and my Grandad I wuz so surprised to see him…way passed his bedtime…lol. He had so much energy. I think he is just happy to have so much family around at this time.

I wuz sooo hyped about kickin’ it with my cousins @ the pub. Had my shamrock cap and clover sunny shades…and guess what they all had started drinking @ 3 in the afternoon so by the time I got in they were ready to bounce.

We had some drinks and convo at one of my cousin’s house and crashed around 3am.

On Deck…Hitting the Gym in Kelowna and the Family BBQ

Fashion or Foul Play?

Are you one of those indigenous chic’s who pop’s off when you see a non-native person rocking moccasins, chokers, or medicine pouches…I know I have tripped. Now it’s going to the UN as it becomes a sore point on the international run ways.

UN Expert Offended

Prints Offensive

Our Intellectual Property…Whose Property??

I remember when I attended an artist retreat in 2006 at the Banff Centre in Alberta. It was for First Nations artists who were moving from arts practitioners to facilitators in non-native settings. A Salish woman’s concern was having her traditional teachings appropriated by white teachers and administrators. At the time I was really just learning how to deliver workshops so this question of intellectual property and indigenous knowledge was very new to me. Today I am working in diverse communities and have worked with cultural educators and elders to work with teachings in a respectful and authentic way in the classroom; I do think there are certain teachings and cultural practices that should be reserved for people within a given community who have been entrusted with that knowledge to be the keepers and protectors of that knowledge. If the Illuminati can protect their intellectual property…why shouldn’t we.

Claiming Intellectual Property

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