Beaverboosh receives thousands of messages every month from dedicated blog fans all over the world. This month’s e-mail bag pick is a very sweet message from Mohammed, a 5 year old from Medicine Hat Alberta.
Mohammed writes, “Dear Beaverboosh, my playtime pals and I love your weekly blog and read it during kindergarten surf hour, just before cookies and milk, and our afternoon nap. It is full of really really really neat stuff! Can you tell us how you got your name?”
Well little Mohammed, it is a frequently asked question and I can certainly cast some light on it.
I was named in the same tradition of the ancient and noble Cree Indians from Beaver Lake in what is now know as Alberta, your home province. I am delighted to share with you and your clutch of young kindergarten braves the story of the naming rights ceremony that my father passed down to me.
A young brave once asked Chief Poundmaker, “Chief, how do you name braves?”
“Ah,” responded the chief nodding his head with a tone of great importance, “when young brave is born, if I see eagle soaring in sky, I name brave Soaring Eagle, if I see bear running in woods, I name brave Running Bear, if I see wolf howling by hole, I name brave Howling Wolf... but tell me Two Dogs Fucking, why do you ask?”
In honour of our great country Canada, the First Nations, and the great Cree tradition, father conferred Beaverboosh to me at birth.
To this day I have no idea what father saw.