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READ INDIGENOUS: Walking in the Woods
Métis author and entrepreneur Herb Belcourt is remembered largely as a philanthropist who devoted more than 30 years of his life to improving access to affordable housing and furthering education for Aboriginal Albertans with his non-profit, CanNative Housing Corporation. Today we excerpt from the updated edition of his memoir Walking in the Woods: A Métis Memoir (Brindle & Glass) published just one month after he passed away in 2017.
From Walking in the Woods by Herb Belcourt (Brindle & Glass)
I used to say when I was young that I never wanted to be as poor as my mum and dad. I didn’t realize at that time that we were rich. We had everything we needed at Lac Ste. Anne, although I did not understand that for a long time. As the oldest boy in a family of ten children, I left home at the age of fifteen with a one-way bus ticket to my first job and a life of my own. Except for short visits to see my family, I never lived in Lac Ste. Anne again.I return more often these days. The place means more to me now that I am an older man. I am looking for a trail through the woods, a path I have lost, and that is where I want to begin this story.Last Saturday I drove out to the lake with my wife, Lesley, and our grandchildren, Amethyst and Azlan. I told them I wanted to find an old wagon trail on the land that had once belonged to the Belcourt family. I was hoping the old fence lines would still be in place, and I could find the farm where we had lived when I was a child. Lesley and I approach everything in life as a team, and she is as interested in this search as I am. Our grandchildren, who we are raising, are willing to go on any road trip as long as they can bring along their dog, Snuggles, who is quite an entertainer. We left home in the early morning. It was one of those perfect Alberta days in the first part of summer: blue skies with no clouds, and bright sunshine all the way. We live in Sherwood Park, a large community of fifty-five thousand people just beyond Edmonton’s eastern city limits, our home for thirty years. We drove straight west across the middle of Edmonton, and then followed the highway west and north to reach the little community where I was born. The trip takes about an hour.* * *The Author