hen I reached the South I felt I owed the
people of LaLoche quite a lot. Thus I exhausted my personal funds trying to
get them a library. I contacted University Officials, Indian Affairs
Officials, Native study groups, The Indian and Metis Society, etc knocking
on doors in both Saskatoon and Prince Albert, trying to get books for the
people of LaLoche. Needless to say I was butting my head against a
brick wall.
Imagine my shock when eight years later after
I hired on at Northern Electric (now Northern Telecom) for the second time, I
overheard some of my fellow workers complaining about how rough their last job
at LaLoche was. I made inquiries, only to find out there had been serious
problems, for which the natives were being blamed.
Some self important communications expert decided
the people of LaLoche's request for books so they could learn all about the
rest of society was really a desire to communicate with the rest of society, and that
they could do with a telephone exchange office. Furthermore, they were reportedly
capable of understanding the technology, and should be involved in the construction
and operation of the exchange office.
