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Elder Mabel Horton

Attended 1962-67

Nisichawayasihk Cree Nation (Nelson House, Manitoba)

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Mabel Horton was born and raised at Nisichawayasihk Cree Nation, where she attended the R.C. Day School, then the Guy Hill and Assiniboia Indian Residential Schools; the latter from the years 1962 to 1967. Mabel was the first registered nurse from her community, having graduated from the Victoria General Hospital in Winnipeg in 1970. Later she obtained her public health nursing diploma, Bachelor of Arts, and a master’s degree in Public Administration in 2010. Her places of employment included Winkler Hospital, Norway House Indian Hospital, Cross Lake Nursing Station, God’s Lake Narrows and God’s River, Eskimo Point (Arviat) Nursing Station, public health, home care, Nisichawayasihk Cree Nation Health and Wellness Centre, Manitoba Keewatin Okimakanak, and the Assembly of Manitoba Chiefs. Since her retirement in 2013, she acts as a (Owecihowew) Knowledge Keeper and advisor for various First Nations health organizations and national and international Indigenous research organizations.
“My parents were very instrumental in what they wanted us to do with education in our lives, for the future, because they knew it was very important. They encouraged us to continue while they were alive. They wanted to see us graduate and go on to successful degrees, careers, whatever, and make good lives for ourselves. They hadn’t had the same opportunity. They were very traditional – and that was what they knew and they were good at what they did. They were really good parents.”
“We were so happy to be home when we saw the lights of our communities. There was no electricity then, just little fuel oil lamps; but you could see the lights and we were so happy. I mean, it was home, right? We were happy to see our folks.”
“Like I said, my siblings were with me in the years I was at Assiniboia, but we didn’t see each other all the time because the boys were on one side, the girls on the other, and my sister had her own group of friends, but at least I knew she was around. And then they let us visit our brother in what they called the parlour, which was near the entrance of the office, on Sundays. We’d sit in our little Sunday clothes, and sit with our hands on our lap type of thing – it was totally unreal.”