By Maude Kegg
Maude Kegg's thoughts construct a bridge to a time while development birch-bark wigwams and harvesting turtles have been nonetheless a part of the standard lifetime of a local lady within the mid-west. during this bilingual publication, this elder of the Minnesota Anishinaabe reminisces approximately her formative years. An English translation of every tale seems on pages dealing with the unique Ojibwe textual content, and the editor John Nicholds has integrated a whole Ojibwe-English thesaurus with examine aids.
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Miish azhigwa naseyaawangwaaning oziiginaan i'iw azhigwa mashkawi-ayaanig i'iw ayi'ii ombigamizigan, naseyaawangwed, i'iw ziinzibaakwad ozhitood. Niibowa, enda-niibowa ayaamagad imaa ziinzibaakwad. " indig. "Gego ziigwebinangen! " indig. Mii ezhigiziibiiginag. Gizhaagamideg nibi indaabajitoon giziibiiginag     16 Sugaring Off       A long time ago my grandmother and I used to boil maple sap. When she sugared off, I stood there. I dipped in that little carved paddle called the neyakokwaanem.
Besho imaa waakaa'igan, gichi-mookomaan ko gii-ayaa. "Izhaadaa imaa waakaa'iganing," ikido. Ogiinagadenimaawaan gichi-mookomaanan imaa gaa-taanijin, gaaizhi-maajiiba'idiyaang iwidi ezhaayaang. Ayi'ii ko wewebizon imaa gii-agoodemagad gichi-mitigong, wewebizon imaa. Iniw ko oozhishenyan iko wa'aw gichi-mookomaan bamawadisigowaagwen. Wewebizon imaa gii-agoode. Mii imaa eniapatooyaan. Aaniish naa animikiikaag, iwidi biidwewidamoog animikiig. Mii imaa apatooyaan. "Naawakamigook gego, wewiib," indaano-igoog.
The sun will see you for sure. The sun is watching you," she said to me. I didn't have anything to eat as I went along. I left from Iskigamiziganing, as the sugar camp is called. I was just feeling sad. I didn't eat. I got hungry hanging around there, so I took a twig. The twig, a maple twig, was kind of big, so I broke it in half. It was sweet. I wanted to chew on it and I got behind a tree so the sun couldn't see me because I was afraid. I set off for the point where the big rock sat. The rock that was there was very big.