Reviewed by Gail Picco, October 12, 2021:Born on Christmas Day in 1933, the first seven years of Sasakamoose’s life were lived within the closeness of his family, in a home “full of song, dance, and tradition. It was full of wonder and mystery. It was full of family, love and community,” he writes. They spoke Cree at home, travelled miles by sled with his mother to visit family, Sasakamoose was nurtured by his moosum, a man who couldn’t hear or speak, but communicated using hand gestures, a man of whom Sasakamoose writes,
“Moosum and I didn’t need to talk to understand each other. He would look over at me and smile, and I immediately knew what he was thinking. We’d often go for long walks together. He’d hold my hand or rest his palm on my back, and with each footstep I felt as if what was on his mind was floating through the air to me.”