In the words of Paula W Graham, “Keeping a journal is living
a wide-awake life. Whatever its name –
notebook, sketchbook, log, daybook, diary, or journal – the blank book we fill
with bits and pieces of our lives affirms us and validates our
experiences. It also provides a safe
place to make discoveries, celebrate one’s story, and to confide, confer,
question, and confess. Alert to the
outside world, attuned to the inner one, the journal keeper lives with the
consciousness that his or her life matters.
Throughout history, as various strands of its traditions combined and
recombined, the journal became an invention of writers, artists, naturalists,
sea captains, and explorers. In the
eighteenth century the journal served as a tool for self-education as men and
women copied down in Commonplace Books observations, reflections, and pieces of
wisdom from what they had read or otherwise experienced.
In recent rears
the journal has surfaced in American schools as a major component of the
writing-across-the-curriculum movement.
Teachers appreciate the connections between writing and learning,
recognizing how writing clarified between writing and learning, recognizing how
writing clarifies thinking and helps to internalize new constructs.” [Ref: Speaking of Journals, by Paula W.
Graham, “Preface,” p. ix.]
Recently, I happened to be in the Children’s Books section
of the public library and I ran into an interesting publication: Native American History for Kids, by
Karen Bush Gibson, Chicago Review Press, 2010.
It has all kinds of class activities to engage Native American children
in discovering their own history. One
activity [p. 81] mentions “Journaling at Indian
School,” a Native American boarding
school, c. 1879. It suggests that the
student imagine that they are a student at an Indian school, and write about a
day in the life of this young person. What
clothing would be worn? What language
would be spoken? What would a day in
their life would be like?
As motivation for this assignment, it includes a page from a
real journal of a student of the period. [Excerpt from Zitkala-SA, a Yankton
Sioux, wrote about her first day at White’s Manual Institute, a Quaker
missionary school for Native Americans.]
“I cried aloud, shaking my head
all the while until I felt the cold blades of the scissors against my neck, and
heard them gnaw off one of my thick braids.
Then I lost my spirit. Since the
day I was taken from my mother I had suffered extreme indignities. People had stared at me. I had been tossed about in the air like a
wooden puppet. And now my long hair was
shingled like a coward’s! In my anguish
I moaned for my mother, but no one came to comfort me. Not a soul reasoned quietly with me, as my
own mother used to do; for now I was only one of many little animals driven by
a herder.”
Many of these boarding schools have long gone, which is
probably a mercy. However, the Haskell Institute, originally a Native American trade
school in 1884 in Lawrence, Kansas,
still exists, though now it is called Haskell
Indian Nations University,
a nationally recognized center of Native American education and cultural
preservation.
And this journal by a young Native American is a treasure to
be honored.
Some Words of Encouragement:
·
“Whether they carry journals in their shirt
pocket, back pocket, pocketbook or whether they write at home, all authors agree: the journal is a writer’s laboratory.”
[Ibid, Graham, p. x.]
·
“It is the mind that makes the body.” [Sojourner
Truth]
·
“The Crone is the wise woman who watches over
our dreams and visions, who whispers secrets to our inner ears.” [Vicki Noble]
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