Doc GM
Here I sit in heavy Memory Lane, for here in Canada it is "Truth and Reconcilation Day", for our Indiginous community across the country. Just what to write, about my youth in high school as a W.A.S.P. (white,anglo saxon,protestant) where there was a 5000 student body in a regional insitution for education, where I attended as a junior and went on to graduate. The sudent body consisted of Indiginous, Caucasian Protestant and Catholic students from such families of birth, along with other Christian denominations. How do I go about writing the memory lane, of the first romance in my head over an Indiginous gal in french class from grade seven, I remember the ways I tried to charm her, then the ridicule that followed by classmates. I do not want to write about it without a lot of thought going into it. I did tell the men at the domino table out back the story. At least it is in oral tradition for now, as one of their "Slim Shady of Walkley" past doings, amoung the men I associated with in leisure time.
Above is a piece of art I produced through Indiginous TV and getting art lessons from a educational show. As I learned of their Indiginous drawing lines, I put together this image in oil pastel. The original was lost to a Bailiff's container, before I became homeless in the streets of Montreal, thankfully recovered in the digital era.
Above is a piece of art I produced through Indiginous TV and getting art lessons from a educational show. As I learned of their Indiginous drawing lines, I put together this image in oil pastel. The original was lost to a Bailiff's container, before I became homeless in the streets of Montreal, thankfully recovered in the digital era.
For explaining grade seven french class, I though about it and came up with a bit of a rap with beat being kept with a Indiginous instrument. It seemed like a simiple way of telling the story without necessarily causing hurt by revealing the story the wrong way.
