And at nights you get hungry but what are you supposed to eat? We don’t get nothing.
Tag: Junior boys dormitory
It’s just so miserable out there. You never get to see your parents. Sometimes I have to stay at the at the residential for I say maybe, sometimes for two three weeks there, nobody’s around
If we are late for supper, the following weekend we don’t go home. We were held back at the school
Not in public but they had the classroom doors open, they had a stool they’re out in the hallway and they put me there and they gave it to me. They had the doors open so other students can hear me cry out.
Things like that happened all… just anytime…
There was a big room like this with cots and we each had our own little cot, and at nights, some nights there’ll be full moon. So I used to go to the window and look at the moon, and I talk to the moon. I used to ask the moon, “if you’re, if you are shining on my parents? Are you the same moon, shining on my parents?”
At times I would write a letter back to home, and they would drop it into the mailbox here so that they can deliver it in town or get the post person to. There was no phones, so, like the people say, if your kid dies here, it’s unnoticed.
I didn’t get to see my brother all that time. Maybe they brought him in later or different time or whatever… but it really hurts me to this day that, that four, four months passed, and I didn’t see him. Even though we were in the same dorm, not same dorm, but the same side of the building. I still didn’t see him four months, and that’s what really hurt me.
We had our lunch and then they hauled us into a dorm and all together, sort of get together meeting about the rules and everything. “This is your dorm and your number,” and so and, “this is where you reside until we tell you to move.”
This computer reconstruction approximates how the Junior Girls Dormitory at Old Sun Indian Residential School would have appeared. The reconstruction was created using historic photographs as well as descriptions provided by former students.
I mean kneel down, on our knees for a good half of the night. The guys were passing out and a lot of us guys the next day couldn’t even walk because of the cement floor and being on the knees and what not.