This is Annie. She’s an Inuk elder living in Rankin Inlet, and she and her niece Veronica very kindly agreed to meet with us one afternoon. Annie, who’s nearly blind, slowly and carefully climbed the stairs up to the local fishery’s office, while Veronica followed behind, carrying a heavy bag.
Let’s travel back quickly to the museum in Churchill when, among other things, my eyes fixated on thousand year old sewing needles, hand-carved from bones. As soon as I saw them, I became keenly aware that I know nothing about survival. I take things like sewing needles, which I use only for the odd, wayward button, completely for granted.