I like to eat, eat, eat, choruses young Johnny as he watches Grandma at work in the kitchen. Wild rice, fried potatoes, fruit salad, frosted sweet rollswhat a feast! Johnny can hardly contain his excitement. In no time, hell be digging in with everyone else, filling his belly with all this good food.
But wait. First there is the long drive to the community center. And then an even longer Ojibwe prayer. And thenwell, young boys know to follow the rules: elders eat first, no matter how hungry the youngsters are. Johnny lingers with Grandma, worried that the tasty treats wont last. Seats at the tables fill and refill; platters are emptied and then replaced. Will it ever be their turn? And will there be enough?
As Johnny watches anxiously, Grandma gently teaches. By the time her friend Katherine arrives late to the gathering, Johnny knows just what to do, hunger pangs or no. He understands, just as Grandma does, that gratitude, patience, and respect are rewarded by a place at the tableand plenty to eat, eat, eat.
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Writer and beadwork artistCheryl Kay Minnemais a member of the Mille Lacs Band of Ojibwe. ArtistWesley Ballinger,also a member of the Mille Lacs Band, works for the Great Lakes Indian Fish and Wildlife Commission.
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At the community feast, observing the bounty of festive foods and counting the numerous elders yet to be seated, Johnny learns to be patient and respectful despite his growling tummy.