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Post date: Jul 1, 2016

At this year's Frontiers Foundation annual breakfast, the keynote speaker, Dave Jones, an Ojibwe man of Garden River First Nation and founder of Turtle Concepts, not only gave an inspiring speech on his approach to building pride and confidence in aboriginal youth. He strutted through the crowd to show what confidence looks like and got everyone up and moving their hips. Jones has a strong presence in front of youth and adults alike and had a strong, positive upbringing from his mother and father that helped influence the way he now inspires confidence in aboriginal youth at hundreds of communities, schools and organizations across Canada.

With his help, many youth have been inspired to "become confident, get an education, change your history, move ahead".

Post date: Jun 6, 2016

The Frontiers Foundation Annual Breakfast is coming up on Thursday June 30, 2016 7:30am at the auditorium of Timothy Eaton Memorial Church, 230 St. Clair Avenue West, Toronto.

Keynote Speaker Carolyn Bennett, Minister of Indigenous and Northern Affairs

We hope you will join us at this unforgettable free annual event honouring our Operation Beaver volunteers and faithful supporters. Donations for our Aboriginal charity thankfully received.

Please call Marilyn Gillis at 416.690.3930 or e-mail us at frontiersfoundation@on.aibn.com confirming your presence.

Marco A. Guzman
Executive Director

Post date: May 7, 2015


The Frontiers Foundation Annual Breakfast is coming up on Thursday June 25, 2015 7:30 –

9:30 a.m. at the auditorium of Timothy Eaton Memorial Church, 230 St. Clair Avenue 

West, Toronto.

We hope you will join us at this unforgettable free annual event honouring our Operation 

Beaver volunteers and faithful supporters. Breakfast will feature fresh trout and pickerel 

brought by Olaf & Iolene Bjornaa all the way from Batchawana Bay, Ontario. Donations 

for our Aboriginal charity thankfully received.

Please call Marilyn Gillis at 416.690.3930 or e-mail us at 

frontiersfoundation@on.aibn.com confirming your presence.

Marco A. Guzman

Executive Director

Post date: Jan 10, 2015



Hello friends of Pikangikum

Please see the following article written by Jennifer Hough for the Toronto Star on January 1, 2014.  Jennifer participated in our visit to Pikangikum in November 2014.

   http://m.thestar.com/#/article/life/2015/01/01/ontario_professionals_volunteer_time_money_to_help_remote_ontario_first_nation.html

Love and peace to you in the new year

Post date: Nov 10, 2014

By Paul MacLean – Former Volunteer who worked on First Project in Split Lake, Manitoba, 1964

It’s 50 years ago that I participated in the summer work camp at Split Lake Manitoba, the first project of Operation Beaver. I remember seeing the notice on my college bulletin board just at the time when I was wondering what to do with my summer. No pay, hard construction work, northern Manitoba … but it sounded like an adventure.

Why do we do these things? Looking back 50 years, I’m still not sure. What I can say is that summer adventure had a lasting influence on my life.

First, I went to Split Lake a somewhat insular Anglican, and I returned an ecumaniac. We were all Christians in the work group, but from many countries and denominations. There’s something about living in tents together for a month that tests one’s theological prejudices. Never again would I assume that my particular brand of Anglicanism was the superior form of religion.  More important, I discovered how my own spiritual development was enriched and challenged by interaction with people of diverse faith traditions and experiences.

And so I look back over 50 years of continued interactions, learning and spiritual growth through local ecumenical ventures, the Canadian Council of Churches, the World Council of Churches, consulting and teaching work with churches of many denominations, and now an interfaith refugee settlement committee with Jewish friends.

Back to Split Lake. One African in our group, Marshall Malepu, emerged from our frigid tent one particularly frosty morning and shouted triumphantly, ‘Many are cold, but few are frozen.’ I’ve never been able to read Matt 22.14 (‘Many are called, but few are chosen.’) since, without a nervous thought for the temperature outside.

Second, I have a deeper appreciation for First Nations people. As a young boy I lived on Walpole Island, an Indian Reservation in the mouth of the St. Clair river, for two years. Split Lake was very different. The adults spoke little or no English. The living conditions were primitive. Most of the contact was with the teenagers who hung around our group and had learned English from their residential school.

How to understand this people and culture that had been in existence long before Europeans ever came to Canada? Our group had a number of First Nations young people who helped us form tentative relationships across the language and cultural divide. I remember the meals of fish and bannock, the baseball games, the incomprehensible church services, and most of all the community dances for all ages – beginning at midnight and continuing until dawn.

It was the beginning for me of real encounters with First Nations people. I hope as a result of that beginning I am more open to understanding their history in this country, the effects of European colonization, the present challenges. I try to listen to

 

Back L to R:  Former Volunteers on First Operation Beaver Project, Richard James and Bruce Edwards, Split Lake Manitoba 1964

the stories with deeper understanding and accept some responsibility for the residential schools. I think back to Split Lake and remember the real people who live there, and all those I’ve met and learned from since, and I try to avoid the trap of romanticizing the reality of First Nations cultures and spiritualities. And, all too rare, I enjoy the fish and bannock and conversation with fellow human beings who were here long before my ancestors came.

Finally, the enduring memories of the northern lights swirling across the sky in mesmerizing vortices, gathering into a whirlpool, then shooting off again, so close that I felt I could be snatched from the earth. That summer uniquely revealed something of the soul of our country, a power that nourishes the imagination and inspires the adventurous spirit.

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