The Feast
Last night we went to a feast at the Rec Centre. This is an annual event that they call the Baby Feast. It's an event to welcome all the babies born in the past year into the community and into their "houses". I'm not entirely sure how to define a house, but basically it's the line of the Tsimshian nation that they fall under and the crest that they are. There are four crests of the Tsimshian in Lax Kw'alaams, the killer whale, the wolf, the raven and the eagle. Those of us that live here but do not belong to any group get the crest of the butterfly.
The evening was amazing. There were so many amazing parts that I hope I can give a decent image of what it was.
When we arrived, all the families that had babies to be recognized were sitting at the head table with all the dancers and drummers standing behind them.

The head table and the dancers in behind them.

Many of our students and friends are part of the dancers and we are lucky enough that the school has a tradition of having the school day start every morning with drumming in the gym. I was singing along, as I tend to do, when they were singing last night in of their regalia. I wasn't looking quite as nice in my T-shirt and puffy vest. Everyone was looking pretty casual.

The teacher table at the feast.

The food wasn't exactly traditional, but very normal for this community. They ordered in a huge Chinese food dinner from Prince Rupert that was pretty good for being sent in by float plane early in the afternoon. I came home with a pocket full of fortune cookies.
I can't really describe how the evening was to do it justice. I had an amazing time and I loved to be able to see some of the traditions of the people that I am living with here.




