Rick Revelle

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I started school in 1956 in a one-room schoolhouse west of Wilton, Ontario, in a tiny community called Thorpe, which encompassed about five or six farms. From that moment on, my teachings about Native Studies encompassed, to my recollection, a few pages on the Iroquois and pictures of teepees and longhouses. To be a Native at that time was definitely not cool. Being designated a Native would have brought beatings, stares, and a path towards poverty because no one would hire you.

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Posted on August 20 by Rick Revelle

I grew up reading newspapers. I loved opening a freshly delivered daily paper, it was like opening a birthday or Christmas present. The sense of expectation though for a newspaper was that every page held a surprise or a mystery either solved or insinuated.

    As a youngster fifty years ago I delivered the Kingston Whig Standard in my small home town of Wilton, Ontario. Thirty-four newspapers delivered over a three to four mile route. Walking in the winter and riding my bike the other three seasons. All for two cents a paper.