I remember when the peopble were brought to Churchill, my husband and I watched them being unloaded off the plane at the shores of Hudson Bay. “This is a bad, bad thing for our people, ” we said. “Somebody's making a great mistake. From here on, they will be suffering. They are not prepared for this.” There were no houses for them anywhere. The winter was closing in. I was very saddened by what was happening. I felt, from now on, there'll be nothing but disaster for our people.
I also remember the time we were moved to Churchill. When our elders say that the people were dumped on the shores of Hudson Bay, they are telling the truth. Some families didn't have tents for shelter, and they had young children, but they were left like that. As the winter set in we had no other way but to live in a canvas tent for the whole winter. My dad eventually built a shack with scrap lumber across the Churchill River where some people were living. We would live there in the winter and come across to the town and summer at the point, Cape Merry. We had a homemade stove made out of a forty-five gallon gas tank. People didn't own proper woodstoves in those days.
We were working at the airport. We were outside, doing casual labor, when the plane landed and the people were unloaded. The plane was a huge air-craft with a round belly. It landed and the people came out one by one. I remember the children crying and the few dogs yelping to get free. Eventually everything and everyone was unloaded and put on a big truck and driven