We celebrated a belated Merry Mistissini Christmas in January.
My daughter, Jessica, flew in from Edmonton to visit family over the holidays and drove back north with us to spend New Years.
Unfortunately everything was closed; Murray’s Lodge, the Friendship Centre, and the Cree Cultural Centre. We planned to attend the New Year’s feast at the arena, but arrived too late. The games had started and dinner was over. Tables were laden with prizes and children played on the ice rink floor, which was covered with thick cushiony mats for the evening. We observed for a while, but were hungry and decided to head back home with the lovely woman who minded Mikou, our cat, while we were in Montreal. We quickly heated up a couple of meat pies and nibbled on delicious cheeses that Jessie had brought up with her and chatted away by the lit tree and fireplace. Our guest had spent time at Whapmagoostui / Kuujjuarapik and had interesting stories to tell.
The day after, Jessie and I drove to the Saguenay to pick up my son. Jamie drove up with my brother, who planned to stay in the Saguenay a couple of days to visit friends – Montreal ex-pats. He would join us in Mistissini afterwards. Meanwhile, we took advantage of being there and visited the St. Felicien zoo, which is open in the winter.
Once we were all together at Mistissini, we re-enacted Christmas with a turkey, my thyme-based stuffing and all that goes with it.
They’ve all left now and I miss them so much …