Harold Greyeyes | Lebret

First Communion of Harold Greyeyes at Lebret Indian Residential School, ca. 1938, Item Freda Ahenakew fonds, MLCN-667-0016 – Harold Greyeyes at Lebret Indian Residential School Source: http://sain.scaa.sk.ca/items/uploads/r/muskeg-lake-cree-nation-archives//8/9/895585/MLCN-667-0016_141.jpg Saskatchewan Archival Information Network


Harold Greyeyes, Sister Helen Greyeyes, and Albert Greyeyes Harold and Albert were sent to Lebret Residential School where their Aunt Helen was a serving as a grey nun, ca. 1934, Harold Greyeyes fonds, MLCN-242-0005 – Harold and Albert Greyeyes with Sister Helen Source: http://sain.scaa.sk.ca/items/uploads/r/muskeg-lake-cree-nation-archives/8/9/895786/MLCN-242-0005_141.jpg

A Typical School Day

Harold Greyeyes holding daughter Dolores, ca. 1952, Freda Ahenakew fonds, MLCN-667-0002

By Harold Greyeyes

I went to the Lebret Residential school from 1936 to 1944. I graduated from grade eight and took my high school at Duck Lake. I should have gone on to university. I had the chance. One day the priest went to the front of the class and talked to us about the advantage of joining the priesthood. Then he asked those of us who wanted to go on to college and learn how to be priests. Well, neither I or anybody else raised our hands.

Fr. DeBretange was the principle. He was a retired colonel from the French Foreign Legion. His second in command was Mr. Tuck, a retired RCMP sergeant. They were tough but fair. Their discipline was harsh but positive. They taught me many lessons that have stood with me over the years. With these men you always knew where you stood. They ran a full program and we didn’t have time to make trouble. Those few boys who tried were squashed, usually in such a way that all of us could see what happened.

Our school day started at 6:00. We had fifteen minutes to go to the washroom, wash, fold our towel, put the soap away, make the bed and stand at attention beside our beds. At 6:15 we said our prayers, got dressed for breakfast (shirt, tie, and best pants). At 7:00 we went to the chapel for mass and confession and at 7:30 to the playroom for breakfast. The food was good. We had porridge or Sunny Boy cereal with brown sugar or syrup and milk. After breakfast, we changed to our chore clothes, milked the cows or did other chores such as mopping floors or dusting.

Then we had a little bit of playtime, changed back to our classroom clothes and went to classes at 9:00.There we stood as attention beside our desks and sang O Canada. The first class was religion. In this class, we were told that the Indians were savages, that our parents were smart because they had sent us to this school and that we owed our good fortune to God and out country. At 9:30 we worked at the 3 R’s. This lasted till noon with a 15 minute recess at 10:30. Recess was always exactly fifteen minutes.—- no more, no less.

At noon we had a lunch till 12:30 and then organized recreation till 1:30. At 1:30 it was back to the 3 R’s, another recess and school was out at 4 PM. After school we went to different activities. I was involved in music. We had a good school band and marched in a lot of parades. Others did some baking, woodworking, gardening or drama. We used to put on big drama productions. I once played the part of Prince Charming in Snow White because I could sing. After these activities it was time for chores again so we had to change back into our chore clothes. Then we had supper at 6 PM. we had lots of food and it was good.

From 6:30 to 7:30 it was organized recreation again. We had to change into our recreation clothes. From 7:30 to 8:30 it was study time and halls were quiet while we worked at our books. We had to sit at a table. We couldn’t lay down. Then it was prayers and off to bed a 9 PM.

The days were well organized and very full. We never had any time to fool around. This schedule carried on till the day before Christmas. Christmas and Boxing days were holidays. They were free time. We were never allowed to speak Cree or any other native language. Our parents could come and visit us. They had a separate building nearby where they stayed. We went home for July and August and boys over twelve could stay home longer to help with the harvest. When school started in the fall the little kids would cry for a month because they were so homesick. (as told by Jack Funk)


The Day I Graduated
The main thing I learned at Lebret was obedience. We had a very full and interesting program at Lebret but the one thing a student never questioned was a ruling of one of the staff. It just wasn’t done and even after I left the school I found it very hard to question anything that came from an authority figure.

After leaving Lebret, I went to Duck Lake to help with the music program. I played a pretty mean clarinet. One day, I was working in the barn, my cousin, Alec, came running.

“Come quick, they are kicking Albert. He is getting hurt.” he yelled to me. Albert was my younger brother. He was two years younger than me.

We went running to the nearby rec room and when we burst in, I saw Albert and his cousin, Pat, on their knees in front of Peldren, who was the boys supervisor at the school. Peldren was kicking the boys as they knelt in penance before him. Something snapped inside of me and I ran forward and kicked him as hard as I could with my big work boots. He got up and came charging at me and I swung and hit him on the nose. Blood spurted in all directions. Just then Father Latour came on the scene and started towards me. I didn’t know what to do so I backed up. Then another priest, Father Bonté, came in and the two advanced towards me. I put up my fists and got ready to fight. They looked at me and backed off. Peldren got up and the three went away.

Nothing was done for a day or two and then I was called up in front of the Father Latour and expelled from school. I felt free. I had graduated. (as told by Jack Funk) Source: http://allaboutresidentialschools.weebly.com/personal-stories.html