history

NTRD

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Happy National Truth and Reconciliation Day.  Yes, I’m wearing my orange shirt today.

I had frank discussions with various students today.  Everyone has different ideas, opinions, concerns, etc. as everyone’s experiences are different.  As Phyllis Webstad says in Decolonization and Me, our understanding of a history is only so deep.  The truth is much deeper than we know.  We fill in the blanks from our own beliefs for that which we don’t know.  This is where racism starts.  It continues by not reconciling.

Mom’s ceramics

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We found Mom’s ceramics.  Two were in a cabinet in the living room, and one was stored away in a cabinet.  Here they are.

Long ago, when I was a kid living in BC, Mom went to a ceramics class.  She didn’t mould these.  They came pre-made.  But she painted them.

The salesperson represented Glenn who apparently, at the time, sold corn (or maybe eggs) along the street where we lived.  The musician represented me as I apparently had musical skills.  The girl in pink was to represent Angela who apparently had no qualities or talent aside from being a girl.  (A person cooking or dancing might have been more appropriate.)

I had no idea that Mom had painting talents.  I knew she wrote songs long ago and may have had them published and played professionally if the old man had shelled out a little to get it started.

So now they sit in our cabinet.