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REBLOG (12-30-21)   There is the #Mi'kmaq #Blackbird   The International Year of Indigenous Languages is a United Nations observance in 2019 that aims to raise awareness of the consequences of the endangerment of Indigenous languages across the world, with an aim to establish a link between language, development, peace, and reconciliation. To bring awareness to this important cause students at Allison Bernard Memorial High School in Eskasoni, Cape Breton recorded Paul McCartney's Blackbird in their native Mi'kmaq language. Songwriter: Paul McCartney Translation: Katani Julian and Albert "Golydada" Julian  Music Production: Carter Chiasson Audio Production: Jamie Foulds (Soundpark Studios) Video Production: Matthew Ingraham and Multimedia 12 students from ABMHS Project Lead/Music Teacher: Carter Chiasson Pu’tliskiej – Kime’sk // LYRICS:  Pu’tliskiej wapinintoq Kina’masi telayja’timk tel pitawsin eskimatimu’sipnek nike’ mnja’sin Pu’tliskiej wapinintoq Ewlapin nike’ ...

RIP Uncle Chet

My Uncle Chet and my Aunt Mary inherited Grandma Rose's cabin in Solon Springs, south of Superior, Wisconsin. I spent my childhood at the lake with them. He let me hold my first garden snake and took me berry picking. One time, he saved my life when I was stung in the face by hornets.  He was the best uncle on the planet. He was goofy, and really really silly at times which made him all the more loveable.

John Chester “J” McIntyre Sr.

Birth
Wisconsin, USA
Death
May 1974 (aged 67)
Superior, Douglas County, Wisconsin, USA
Burial
Superior, Douglas County, Wisconsin, USA
 
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Wife, my Aunt Mary

He also had two brothers: Archie and Malcolm.  And several sisters who I remember as kind and lovely. They were all Scottish and definitely Ojibwe.
 
Chet's son Pete is my godfather. 

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