We should be be using such a place throughout the year, including the deep of winter. In the old days winter was a time for story-telling and being together. The place should be alive and living, like us, and not just sitting there quietly rotting away. I really don't know what to make of this. People learn of two or three old time medicines and all of a sudden they're medicine people.
People go out a buy a pipe and all of a sudden they're pipe-carriers.
The chief says Ahnee and Meeqwetch in his infrequent and flatulent speeches. One of the natural laws in life state that what you get out of anything is roughly equivalent to what you put into it. Maybe it's the old reserve thingy about not getting involved, not speaking up, leaving it to the band office or chief and council or someone else to make things right. Something else is bugging me. I think the death penalty should be brought back for adults who kidnap and hurt children.