The origin of the name Musqueam
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- Опубліковано 8 кві 2020
- This video is part of a video series that features Musqueam community members discussing issues of importance to them. This is a resource to learn more about the Musqueam people and culture directly from the Musqueam. These videos belong to the Musqueam community and the teachings and content contained within each video is the intellectual property of the speaker. MOA is a steward of this collection and we are honoured to share them with you for personal and educational purposes only.
The community video series was originally produced for the exhibition c̓əsnaʔəm, the city before the city, by the Musqueam First Nation in partnership with the Museum of Anthropology at UBC, the Museum of Vancouver and the University of Waterloo. - Наука та технологія
A beautiful and interesting video.
Any educational value was cancelled by having the sub-title white words place on a white background. Only fragments of the English script were accessible.
But thanks.
Reading glasses perhaps? Thank you for the great video, I actually had no difficulty reading the subtitles at all
@@ashnatiwari I have to say, I'm having trouble reading these subtitles too! I can assure you that my monitor is well-calibrated.. Would be wonderful to have the story shown in a higher contract colour.
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[I copied out the subtitles, and I thought I'd post here in case it's useful for anyone having trouble reading them. Please correct if I made any errors!]
It must have been a long time ago according to what the old people of the past used to tell. There was a place called xwməm̓qwe:m. It is somewhat grown in now, but it is still a lake. It is shallow, small, and cranberries are what is grown there. There was nothing there though. There was just a lake, a small lake. It was said to be where that monster was, sʔ:iɬqəy̓. They were always telling. It was impossible for someone walking to go near. As soon as a child grew up, he was told about it and warned,
“Don’t be going to that lake back up there, there is a monster. It is a sʔ:iɬqəy̓ that is there. If you are foolish enough to go, you won’t be able to return. They say that if you go near, you will get twisted up and you will die.”
That’s why no one could go there. It was truly a monster.
Sometimes when it was evening, nearly dark, you heard a duck if you were walking fairly near:
Quack! Quack! Quack!
It was like a mallard but it was very loud. That’s how you could tell if it was not a duck, those who used to know said. They couldn’t miss their way and go close. Only those who knew nothing, people from another place, could be mistaken and think it was a real duck. They were the ones that monster managed to kill, those people, who were mistaken, but the people of that time from here, they couldn’t go near. If they heard that sound like a mallard, whenever it was sounding, the only thing they did was get away.
It was quite a while that it was there, in what was then a lake, before it came out, according to what the old people also said. It left its den to come down to the shore. It was in plain view. There were quite a few people who had a chance to see it as it came along. It was being watched by people who had known about it for a long time.
“It’s a monster, a monster, you folks. Move away. Don’t let it catch you.”
So the people remained that way. The people divided so as to make a path for that monster that is called the sʔ:iɬqəy̓. It continued on to the big river. Where it went became the course of a stream. Everything that it passed over, grass, ferns, everything died as that monster passed by. There were many people who saw it with their own eyes. They had a good view. It had two heads together as it was dragging itself along. The middle of that monster was like a big storage basket. It was steaming. That is what is called the stomach, where everything that that monster swallows goes. Then the old people were saying, that is why this creek is very crooked. It is the path it followed when it went out, that monster.
When the next year came, then the grass grew at what had been the place it had passed when it went along, that monster that was called a sʔ:iɬqəy̓. That was a different plant. The people called it məkwəy̓.
When it was another year, next year, then that plant məkwəy̓ spread out when it grew. It bloomed like any other plant, but it was not like any other plant. The old people did not step on it. It was thought sacred. It was the droppings of that monster, sʔ:iɬqəy̓. It is what fell, that plant that we call məkwəy̓, which came to be growing plentifully all over.
The people of long ago named this place where we are xwməkwəy̓əm. A long time must have passed. When I was a child myself they had already been calling this xwməkwəy̓əm. So said my grandmother p̓əliqwəye.
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