The Awareness of Susanna Moodie

A representation of the forceful removal of Indigenous peoples from their homeland, courtesy of European settlers in the United States. Picture retrieved from “Trail of Tears Facts” by Piddlin.com.

Upon the first read of Susanna Moodie’s introduction to Roughing it in the Bush, one would think that the focus is on the European settler, emigrating from Britain to Canada. However, upon subsequent readings, the text can be read in such a way that it seems to be making mention beyond that which is at the surface level.

The opening paragraph begins with Moodie describing how “emigration is a matter of necessity, not of choice” (“Introduction” Paragraph 1) which I for one think is very interesting phrasing. (I would like to mention that I do recognize that many people emigrate because they are fleeing from worn-torn counties and do not have a choice; but I digress, back to the task at hand). It is interesting phrasing to me because it seems somehow ironic if Moodie is unaware of the plight of the vanishing Indian. If she is aware of this fact, then she seems to be point to the fact that the arrival of European settlers forcibly moved the Indigenous population out of “necessity” for their own means. She mentions in the next paragraph that one of the motivations for one emigrating from their homeland is to “escap[e] from the vulgar sarcasm too often hurled at the less-wealthy” (“Introduction” Paragraph 2) and I cannot help but think that these “less-wealthy” individuals is in reference to the Indigenous population. I would therefore argue, that while Moodie’s introduction begins with talk of her own family’s emigration, if one looks closer, she also seems to be talking about the Indigenous population.

Perhaps more miniscule, but I think its worth mentioning, is the allusion to the wilds of Canada being like that of Australia and Swan River. Moodie mentions how both the former mentioned were considered to be “El Dorados and lands of Goshen” (“Introduction” Paragraph 3) because of the bountiful riches that were expected to be found there. Canada is described as being like an oasis or a second Garden of Eden for those willing to risk going the distance. Yet while Moodie prefaces that this is how Canada was “sold” to those looking to better their position in life, the actual truth of the matter was that it was not so.

In the paragraphs following the description of Canada as being a bountiful land, ripe for the plundering, Moodie quickly dashes away those expectations. Here again, while she is describing mostly what was to be found for European settlers, her words invoke the idea that she is talking about those beyond the white population. Here is the first mention of how the “bountiful” land of Canada isn’t as plentiful as one is initially led to believe. In part, it seems, the land is harsher than what is described in the pamphlets Moodie mentions that were handed out to attract settlers.

Moodie moves on from talking about the housing conditions, said to be “raised in a single day” (“Introduction” Paragraph 4) and how they are nothing like the comforts of home, being mere “dens of dirt and misery” (“Introduction” Paragraph 4). In this article by Steve Lambert, he talks about how the sudden and forcible movement of Indigenous people from their territory in Manitoba in the 1950s lead to “housing [that] was inadequate” (Lambert 2017). Movements of a large population, such as the Sayisi Dene First Nations, makes me think of the log houses described by Moodie. Movements such as these were often unplanned and therefore the desperation for any kind of shelter would force the necessity of “single day” log houses in order to protect the migrants from the harsh elements of Canada.

Beyond the housing situation, Moodie describes how because of the remoteness of the settlements “the necessaries of life which would be deemed indispensable . . . could not be procured at all” (“Introduction” Paragraph 4). While Moodie clearly marks how it is Europeans she is talking about, I cannot help but think that the relocations of Indigenous peoples to settlements beyond that of their homeland made it harder for them to secure the necessities of life. Coupled with the fact that they were constantly having to be moved because the constant buying of land by Europeans “greatly enhanced the value and price of all other lands in the neighbourhood” (“Introduction” Paragraph 8), necessities of life would only become more and more scarce.

Susanna Moodie’s introduction to Roughing it in the Bush read as a warning to would be European settlers to think twice before making a go of the harsh environment of “unsettled” Canada. However, when one looks at how her words can apply to the Indigenous population, it almost feels as if she is talking about their troubles and issues, and not just about her own experience as a white settler. Therefore, I would make the claim that Moodie level of awareness is much higher than one might initially believe.

For more information about the forced movement of Indigenous peoples, I recommend reading about the US Trail of Tears which began around the 1830s; the same time that the gold rush swept through what is now British Columbia and California.

Work Cited

Lambert, Steve. “Manitoba offers land to Indigenous community forced to relocate in the 1950s.” CBC, Sept 20, 2017. https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/manitoba/dene-land-offer-1.4299385. Accessed March 5th, 2021.

Moodie, Susanna. Roughing it in the Bush. Project Gutenburg EBook, 2003. https://www.gutenberg.org/files/4389/4389-h/4389-h.htm#link2H_INTR. Accessed March 3rd, 2021.

“Trail of Tears Facts.” Piddlin, Nov 3rd, 2020. https://piddlin.com/library/points-of-interest/trail-of-tears-facts. Accessed March 3rd, 2021.

 

Forbidden Knowledge

Thinking back on the banishment of the younger twin from Robinson’s story, the “written document” feels almost like the apple (i.e. forbidden knowledge) from the Garden of Eden story from the Bible. Before I continue, I must preface these thoughts with the fact that I am not a religious person; I have never read anything associated with the Bible, all my knowledge comes from pop culture, and mostly satire at that.

To refresh your memory, in Robinson’s story,  “the young twin stole a written document . . . he had been warned not to touch” (14) leading to his sudden and abrupt banishment that left “[t]he elder twin . . . in his place of origin” (14). Reading this segment, I cannot help but think that this banishment caused for the younger twin to lose his connection to the land that the elder twin, the representation of Indigenous peoples, maintains. While studying Indigenous history and their stories, the theme of spirituality and a connection to the land is often brought up; this connection is somewhat lost on those of European descent.

Coyote the Trickster by coyoteflutesong on DeviantArt

If we look at the written document that Robinson describes the younger twin to have stolen and read as being a forbidden knowledge, much like the apple that Eve and Adam ate of, perhaps it can be thought of as somehow disconnecting people from the land. Descendants of the younger twin in Robinson’s story continue to “[conceal] the contents of the ‘paper’” (14) when eventually they land back on North American soil. Therefore, it seems that by reading the document, those that descended from Coyote (the elder twin) would lose the relationship of “stewardship . . . for the land (and sea) and all of the creatures that inhabit the land with them” (“First Nation Relationship to the Land”).

I would be interested to know when Robison’s story was first told. We are told in the Introduction to “Living by Stories” that when the “whites had landed on the moon, [Robinson] immediately incorporated this detail into his story” (57) of another one about Coyote. I cannot help but wonder about other incorporations as Lutz speaks about how Indigenous peoples of the past weren’t “interested in replacing their own spiritual beliefs and powers with Christian ones. [Rather t]hey sought to add the spirit powers of the whites to their own” (“Frist Contact” 44). This suggests to me that Robinson’s story is influenced by the Bible (whether from his own creation, or from past storytellers that he learned from).

I wonder about how incorporating Christianity into Indigenous culture may have gone if left to the people to decide rather than have it forced upon them by European colonists. I found an interesting, yet short read, about the rise in Christian Indigenous peoples in Canada according to the 2011 National Household Survey. Looking at the graphic representing the Indigenous populations religious beliefs, I cannot help but feel disheartened. While I recognize a lot of these conversions more than likely didn’t happen on the friendliest of terms, to hear that they are rising brings up concerns that I feel were expressed by Robinson about the disappearance of proper story tellers (i.e. those learned in the ways of Indigenous culture).

 

Work Cited

coyoteflutesong. Coyote the Trickster. DeviantArt, Jan 6, 2011. https://www.deviantart.com/coyoteflutesong/art/Coyote-the-Trickster-192406629. Accessed Feb 22, 2021.

“First Nation Relationship to the Land.” Indigenous Corporate Training Inc., May 7, 2015. https://www.ictinc.ca/blog/first-nation-relationship-to-the-land. Accessed Feb 22, 2021.

Lutz, John. “First Contact as a Spiritual Performance: Encounters on the North American West Coast.” Myth and Memory: Rethinking Stories of Indigenous-European Contact. Ed. Lutz. Vancouver: U of British Columbia P, 2007. 30 – 45. Print.

Robinson, Harry. “Introduction.” Living by Stories edited by Wendy Wickwire. Talonbooks, 2005. 8 – 62. eBook.

Todd, Douglas. “Indigenous Christianity on the rise in Vancouver and beyond.” Vancouver Sun, Dec 11, 2017. https://vancouversun.com/news/staff-blogs/indigenous-christianity-on-the-rise-in-vancouver-and-beyond. Accessed Fed 22, 2021.

A Response to Home

Reading through my fellow students’ blogs, I wasn’t that surprised to find that a majority of those I selected to read associated Home with a sense of security. A few I read also brought in the aspect of a pet that brings a sense of Home to them. Another common theme was family; family dinners; memories tied to extended family members. I feel like these are all safely assumed similarities I had before starting this assignment and reading others’ stories just confirmed in my mind what I already felt I knew.

The sense of security that Home brings was present in a few blogs, though not all. I feel like this has to do with the questioning of Home these blogs brought up.

What was complicated to me was the fact that every blog that I read questioned where “Home” was. Nearly everyone that I read had moved from either a different Canadian province or from a completely different country. Granted most of these moves generally happened at a young age, some of them seemed to be more recent, happening in the blogger’s adulthood.

It is such a strange concept to me to question where Home is, but then again I’ve been lucky. I currently am typing this assignment up from my childhood home; my parents are downstairs talking about something lively; their voices are traveling up the stairway. The only difference being that my childhood has been somewhat erased through the years.

Perhaps the easiest eraser to explain is the paint on the walls of the room I am residing in. It was once the playroom for my brother and me. I had drawn on the walls with a pen my dad gave me when I was six or so, being caught by my mother and instantly breaking out into tears. In the past eight years I’ve painted it, twice. It became my room after my brother moved out as it was much bigger than my childhood bedroom.

The bigger eraser, that is a little more difficult to talk about for me, has to do with the renovations that happened of the result of a house fire in 2015. All the drywall had to be replaced (the excepting being the playroom as the door was closed and escaped smoke damage) so not even the scars of playtime with my brother remain.

Despite these changes to the house, it will always be Home because of the familiarity of the layout. Even the few years I spent living with an ex-partner, every time I walked through the front door of my parents’ place, it just felt right. It was, and always will be, Home.

“Weekend at the Mountain Lodge” by Anita Skinner. Puzzle by Stand Out Puzzles from West Kelowna, BC. Picture taken by myself from the ‘puzzle corner’ in my childhood home. I felt it was a good embodiment of more elements I consider of home. Puzzling; the Canadian Flag; camping; fresh water source. The list goes on.

 

Blogs Cited

Collins, Zac. “Blog 2:2 :: Where the Heart Is.” Englitwithzac, 2020, https://blogs.ubc.ca/englitwithzac/. Accessed Feb 15, 2020.

McConnell, Aiden. “Assignment 2:2 – There’s No Place Like Home.” Canadian Literature Blog, 2020, https://blogs.ubc.ca/engl372aidan/2021/02/10/assignment-22-theres-no-place-like-home/. Accessed Feb 15, 2020.

Nikoo, Mia. “Where The Heart Is.” Literary Traveller, 2020, https://blogs.ubc.ca/mianikoo/. Accessed Feb 15, 2020.

Rance, Holly. “Coming Home.” Rediscovering a Nation: A Study of The Power of Stories, 2020, https://blogs.ubc.ca/hollyrance/. Accessed Feb 15, 2020.

Stewart, Samantha. “Jumping Waves.” Rocks, Tress, Water, 2020, https://blogs.ubc.ca/rockstreeswater/. Accessed Feb 15, 2020.

Yamanaka-Leclerc, Leo. “2:2: Home.” English 372 – Canadian Literature, 2020, https://blogs.ubc.ca/english372leoyamanakaleclerc/. Accessed Feb 15, 2020

 

Work Cited

Skinner, Anita. Weekend at the Mountain Lodge. Stand Out Puzzles, https://standoutpuzzles.com/product/weekend-at-the-mountain-lodge/?v=4326ce96e26c. Accessed Feb 15, 2020.

Home

Toshinori's Paw

Waiting for Summer. The Summer that may never return. Yet that is hoped for. For what is time to a cat? Are we all cats now in our understanding of time and place? Bean credit to Toshinori, my cat.

Home.

Home is where the car is parked, and the doors left unlocked. Its where jeans are exchanged for pajamas. Where the make-up comes off and the hair is let down. Home is a sense of security; of peace of mind; of relaxation.

 

Home is where lifetime advice resides in the library of my parents’ minds.

Dad’s is filled with the practical. How to change your cars’ oil; the proper way to mow a lawn; when the right time to invest is the stock market is.

Mom’s is more spiritual, but still holds the same value. How to be true to yourself; follow your heart, but with a touch of brainpower mixed in; don’t cry for him, he doesn’t matter, what matters is your own happiness.

 

Home is where responsibility awakens.

In my younger years, it was in the form of pulling the smallest weeds from the garden. Making sure Mom’s plants got watered while she was busy at work. The responsibilities Mom gave were about the growth and addition of new life in the house. Dad’s were about its removal. The trash. Have you removed all the garbage from the upstairs? Take out the recycling. Take out the compost.

Being older, responsibilities have shifted. Barely. Its still weed the garden, water the plants, take out the trash, recycling, compost. But now it includes bills. Bills, bills, bills, bills, bills. Have you paid your car bill? Yes. Student loans? No. Electrical? Gas? Water? Life? Yes. No. No. Yes?

 

Home is where the love is.

Love in the form of fuzzy little bodies with cold little noses. The four-legged creature that cries when I’m not there, and cries again when I am. Who insists that the bed is entirely made for them, but will allow my presence as long as are cuddles included.

Yes, I fed you. Look! Your bowl is right there. Food! Eat it. No don’t cry at me; that’s all you’re getting. Okay fine. One treat. Maybe two. But that’s it! Maybe one more for the road.

 

Home is where the fun happens.

Mostly individual oriented. Novels read. Video games played. Cookies baked. Simple joys that can be shared either physically or spiritually through story telling.

Some are group oriented. Outdoor walks through the garden. Badminton on the front lawn. Marshmallow roasting over an open fire. Memories created together to last a lifetime.

 

Home is where school happens.

Where one rolls out of bed mere minutes before class starts, hair half a mess, pajamas on. There’s no webcam, so no one knows that a shower is desperately needed. What does it matter anyways? Days no longer exist as we are just existing; indefinitely.

Without the scheduled hours of class, time does not exist. Assignments still get completed, but the urgency is gone.

Perpetual relaxation.

Why be stressed when you never leave your house anyways? When truly nothing really matters when it comes down to it. It will get done. Eventually. When I feel like it.

 

If you had asked for a definition of Home a year ago, you may have gotten similar answers. Perhaps with the addition of where memories with loved ones are made. Home was a place of traditions fulfilled. Where the turkey was served. Where we would gather together to play board games until the wee hours of the morning before crashing on the couch, still half drunk from laughter and maybe too much wine.

But Home no longer has that laughter.

 

Home is more of a bunker now. It still holds the same value of safety, but it comes with a new sense of us versus them; uninfected versus infected; alive versus dead.

Home is where the disease isn’t.

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