My husband Percy spoke Mi'kmaq and would sing Mi'kmaq songs to his children and grand-children. I never understood
what he was saying or singing, but I know it was Mi'kmaq. Percy often would go to the reserves and was
welcome like a family members no matter which one he went to. The one person I can remember is John Paul
who was a Chief at Membertou. Percy would often visit with him. Percy would say his grand-father, perhaps great grand-father
was the Chief in Bras d'Or, but I don't remember his name and I'm not sure Percy ever told me his name. I was
too busy raising children in those days to take note of what someone was saying. There were times when he
went to Nyanza he didnt' come back for several days.
I remember the teepees in Bras d'Or, just on the other side of the highway on the old Gannon Road, they were also teepees
down by Howley's Ferry along the water.
Carolyn M.: Peck-Boutilier-Pierro(?) descendant
I remember as a young child sitting on Daddies knee and him calling me his little Indian Princess.
As I grew up and well was not so perfect it would always be the Indian in me.
From the time I was a little girl dad made sure I knew who I was and where I came from. Sadly there was no proof.
When I contacted Erich for help and I received my band card I cried because finally someone listened and gave me what I wanted to hear.
I am a BRAS D'OR INDIAN. I am a proud member of the Bras D'or First Nation.
Dad also tells me that my Grand Ma Ma Laura Peck used to invite the Indians in for a hot meal when they came to sell baskets and clothes props.
I moved to the mainland Nova Scotia and you never see a clothes prop here (I remember the Indians going door to door).
They are a staple in the Cape Breton Household. I only wish that my Native Heritage was spoken of more often through the family besides dad telling me.
There is so much I want to know and so much I crave to hear. Seven years of chasing the dream has brought me to this site.
Erich from the bottom of my heart THANK YOU for everything you have done to show me that it was all worth it.
I am a proud Mi'kmaq woman!
Lorraine B., Sydney Mines : Young-Mius-Joseph-Gallant
There were Indians in North Sydney, but they WERE NOT
CALLED the BRAS D'OR INDIANS, they lived on
Goat's Hill. The BRAS D'OR INDIANS
were from Bras d'or. They looked like Indians and most fished for a
living. I learned about the BRAS D'OR INDIANSS
through my mother and aunts and uncles. The Jessomes, Youngs, Pierros,
Henriettas, Marshes and Carey were BRAS D'OR INDIANS
Mike Y., Glace Bay : Young-Joseph descendant
The first story was told to me by Eddie C. He and
his mother would take the tram car from Reserve Mines to Sydney. The
conductor would often say to them, "Here two moreBRAS D'OR INDIANS" Eddie told me that he was highly insulted,
because he was only a little kid. His mother was Catherine [nee] Young,
the daughter of Angus Young. They used to visit Robert Newton. His
wife was Annie Young who was also a daughter of Angus by his first wife..
The second story is that my father used to tell us all
the time that we were BRAS D'OR INDIANS and
my grand-father would often say the same thing.
The third time I remember well. I went over to
Sydney Mines to play fastball, and when they announced my name over the p.a.
system, some one in the stands hollered out, "Come on you BRAS D'OR INDIANS, hit one out of the park.
Mary B., Sydney Mines : Cantwell-Young-Mius-Joseph-Gallant
My mother often called us the BRAS D'OR INDIANS, especially when we were misbehaving. We
didn't know it was for real. My daughter has often been told she
should apply for a card because she looks so much like an Indian. If I'm a
BRAS D'OR INDIAN than I am a BRAS D'OR INDIAN
Ronald J., Glace Bay : Jessome-Young Descendant
My uncle was always called "Chief". He
sure looked like an Indian. He would often go over to Bras d'or and go hunting
and fishing with other members of the Jessome family. So I'm not
surprised to discover we descend from the BRAS D'OR INDIANS
Janice M. - Millcreek: Jessome-Young-Mius-Joseph-Gallant
The BRAS D'OR INDIANS lived in Bras d'Or, Millcreek and Boulardarie. Families
like Young, Jessome and Marsh were known as the BRAS D'OR INDIANS
father always talked about his great grand parents who landed here on Cape
Breton Island and married into the Indians, also some his great great
uncles who left and went to Newfoundland and also married . He told us
these stories all of our lives as it was told to him. The other part of
the story was that they camefrom
France and as we have learned Jean Josseaume was indeed from St. Pierre
and he married Mary Ann Fournier so the connections are all there . My
father's aunt Dora had all the features of the natives._ We all grew up
knowing this for many years.
Why were they known as the BRAS D'OR INDIANS
The reason I think is because they all settled along the Bras
d'Or lakes for the fishing and also along the Millcreek road for the farm land as the lands
were excellent for farming and also the hunting in the woods as most of it was
woods. Down the road from where I live we use to call this side road back the
brook as indeed there was and still is a brook for trout fishing and we think
the natives named it that. The road has since changed its name.
C. C. - Sydney Mines: Young
My mother would often speak of the BRAS D'OR INDIANS She would visit the Youngs in Florence who were
her relatives. My sister also has a child for a man we called a BRAS D'OR INDIANS. He looked like an Indian.
Malcolm M. ?: Pierro descendant
Here is a story I recall from my mother.
"When the English came, our ancestors went into the woods and lived
with the Indians".
Elisabeth McC. - Young-Mius-Joseph descendant
John and Bertha Young built, and owned, a cabin in Stowe
Vermont, somewhere in the White Mountain area. Along with Aunt Helene &
Uncle Burt, they took up to seven of us grandchildren to the cabin every
season. I have fond memories of winter and fall trips to the cabin. Aunt
Helene was a great prankster when it came to Halloween at the cabin! Helene
made us all believe in the here and after, and we all stayed awake for the
entire weekend, looking for ghouls. Aunt Helene always made us face our own
demons. Our grandfather was referred to as
"Grampie" He was very proud of his Nova Scotia heritage. I remember him
telling us that we had a Blackfoot Indian from a marriage in Canada as an