My belief upon reading to that point in the story was that this woman was like a lot of other native women of their time. They were strong women who often were abused in their relationships and determined to live on their own moving from place to place hence the term nomad. However, with Chiwid, there was a great deal more to the story.
Chiwid lived alone with few possessions not even a tent nor sleeping bag and without shoes for her feet or a coat for the cold Chilcotin winters. All she had was a stocking cap, black cotton stockings, moccasins, a skirt she made herself and a tattered men's sports coat which was given and one blanket! She did own a rifle, two old frying pans, a few pots, a knife, fork and spoon and a double-handled axe. She took, from her marriage, a share of the family cows and pastured them in wild meadows. In winter she fed them with hand cut hay from the grasslands. She did apparently have some horses, but they were unable to survive the harsh conditions she lived under.
To survive and feed herself she hunted moose and deer, snared squirrels and birds to roast over her fire. She caught fish, dug up wild potatoes and picked berries drying them for winter. She traded squirrel pelts for sugar, flour and tea at the Tatla Lake store and in 1959 her life go a little better when she got a small pension from the government which was held for her at the store.
She was an amazing woman in many ways, but what astounded people of that day was her ability to withstand the cold. People tell of watching her casually take off her moccasins in the middle of winter and dump the snow out before replacing them on her feet. In the deepest winters where the snow was many feet high and the temperatures would drop to -40 she could be seen huddled beneath a small tarpaulin beside her campfire. People who tried to take her in say that she did not like to be in the warmth and would retreat back outside finding comfort in the cold.
While married to her abusive husband Chiwid had two children. When they were old enough they were sent to a mission residential school in Williams Lake. Years after Chiwid began her nomadic life she gave birth to a third daughter - Mary Jane. This daughter lived in the forest with her until she was school age and then she too was sent to the residential school in Williams Lake
Chiwid, it was said, was a woman of few words, but had a luminous smile as you can see in the picture I scanned from the magazine. Even in her mid-60s you can see the incredible beauty she radiated from within as well as without.
Native elders have said that they believe the way she kept warm and alive was through dreaming of being some type of animal probably a coyote. The natives believe that is how she stayed warm.
Some time in the 1980's after almost 50 winters in the outdoors, blind and unable to hunt any longer, she moved to the Stone Reserve to live with friends who cared for her. She died in 1986 at the age of 83.
The province of British Columbia is rich with stories like these. Real people who over came hardship, survived in unusual circumstances and became legend. I love to read about them. This story in particular intrigued me and made me wish that I could have met this beautiful coyote woman.
Chiwid lived alone with few possessions not even a tent nor sleeping bag and without shoes for her feet or a coat for the cold Chilcotin winters. All she had was a stocking cap, black cotton stockings, moccasins, a skirt she made herself and a tattered men's sports coat which was given and one blanket! She did own a rifle, two old frying pans, a few pots, a knife, fork and spoon and a double-handled axe. She took, from her marriage, a share of the family cows and pastured them in wild meadows. In winter she fed them with hand cut hay from the grasslands. She did apparently have some horses, but they were unable to survive the harsh conditions she lived under.
To survive and feed herself she hunted moose and deer, snared squirrels and birds to roast over her fire. She caught fish, dug up wild potatoes and picked berries drying them for winter. She traded squirrel pelts for sugar, flour and tea at the Tatla Lake store and in 1959 her life go a little better when she got a small pension from the government which was held for her at the store.
She was an amazing woman in many ways, but what astounded people of that day was her ability to withstand the cold. People tell of watching her casually take off her moccasins in the middle of winter and dump the snow out before replacing them on her feet. In the deepest winters where the snow was many feet high and the temperatures would drop to -40 she could be seen huddled beneath a small tarpaulin beside her campfire. People who tried to take her in say that she did not like to be in the warmth and would retreat back outside finding comfort in the cold.
While married to her abusive husband Chiwid had two children. When they were old enough they were sent to a mission residential school in Williams Lake. Years after Chiwid began her nomadic life she gave birth to a third daughter - Mary Jane. This daughter lived in the forest with her until she was school age and then she too was sent to the residential school in Williams Lake
Chiwid, it was said, was a woman of few words, but had a luminous smile as you can see in the picture I scanned from the magazine. Even in her mid-60s you can see the incredible beauty she radiated from within as well as without.
Native elders have said that they believe the way she kept warm and alive was through dreaming of being some type of animal probably a coyote. The natives believe that is how she stayed warm.
Some time in the 1980's after almost 50 winters in the outdoors, blind and unable to hunt any longer, she moved to the Stone Reserve to live with friends who cared for her. She died in 1986 at the age of 83.
The province of British Columbia is rich with stories like these. Real people who over came hardship, survived in unusual circumstances and became legend. I love to read about them. This story in particular intrigued me and made me wish that I could have met this beautiful coyote woman.
Certain people have a spirit that overcomes all. If only we all realized that possibility of spirit lives in us all. We all are connected to this earth, animals, moon, waters; and within is all that lives out. What a wonderful story to share wit us.
ReplyDeleteMother Earth nurtures and cares for those who live in such close intimacy with her wonderful and powerful forces of Nature. I have no difficulty believing that she dreamed herself to be a coyote. The power of the human mind when working with Nature instead of against it is limitless. The ability to connect with Nature resides in each of us, locked away and untapped by most.
ReplyDeleteI, too, am fascinated by stories like this. I have had many opportunities to meet and speak with Native American elders, as well as tribe members, while studying Anthropology in college in Utah. I was fortunate in this regard because my Grandfather had connections to Ute, Piute and Hopi families. Except for those who had succumbed to alcoholism, there was nothing in their lives that was not touched by spiritualism and its connection to the Universe through Nature and our Mother Earth. Note that I am not explaining Native spiritual practices, but my interpretation of how and where they develop such stoicism that does not eclipse their appreciation for love and beauty.
Great article; thanks for posting it, it took me back in memory to some very good years.
Love and light,
Kat
Wow, amazing story, Catz
ReplyDeleteWhat a hard life she had. Women had it much harder in other times, when they couldn't decide on whom to marry.
It's amazing when you think about it because it wasn't really that long ago. Equality in terms of salary is really quite recent.
Living in the open is an amazing concept, too. This woman was pretty brave.
Thanks for sharing!
Diane - you are so right. We all have that spirit inside us. It is just that some people find the key to unlock it and others never do.
ReplyDeleteFaery Kat - you were lucky to have that dialogue with elders in the native community. I find that many of them have such great wisdom that we can learn from. Most of that wisdom comes from struggle.
Kitty - This woman was in my mind a legend. I have been in cold that does not compare to the cold that she was in and it can be so painful. I mean really painful For her to be able to withstand that is a miracle. A double miracle to be able to carry a child to term and successfully look after it under those conditions. I wonder what her children have to say. There is a book out about her and I am trying to get my hands on it, but it is not being published anymore I don't think.
What an amazing story. I'm glad she enjoyed the cold, but I'll keep my NC sunshine, thank you very much.
ReplyDeleteI too came accross the article in BC magazine. As I read it as a bedtime story, I was moved by the epic and had so many images flying through my mind.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful story...stay tuned for the next step!
This is so neat.
ReplyDeleteMy aunt sent me a scan of the three pages in the article. I was unable to read them because of pixel degradation :)
Amazing story. I too am facinated by this woman and her life in the Chilcotin, being able to successfully survive outdoors the way she did. I live in BC on the coast and have been to the Chilcotin during the winter and I cannot fathom how she did it....no doubt as a native of that region and time, she would have learned from her people growing up how to survive in that climate and then used that ancient knowledge when she chose to live independently in the wild. It seems similar to Tibetan monks who choose to meditate while living in caves and can melt snow around them wearing nothing but a loin cloth. The limitations we create are but mere constructs of the mind, it would seem I too wonder about what her children have to say and especially the child she raised in the wild. Hopefully they were not abused in the residential schools she sent them to, as many were.
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