pourin down rain
A Black Woman Claims Her Place in the Canadian West
30TH ANNIVERSARY EDITION
CHERYL FOGGO
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Cover image of Pauline Foggo and Pearl Hayes courtesy of Ethel Lewsey. Background handwriting by Cheryl Foggo.
Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Title: Pourin down rain : a Black woman claims her place in the Canadian West / Cheryl
Foggo.
Other titles: Pouring down rain
Names: Foggo, Cheryl, author.
Description: 30th anniversary edition.
Identifiers: Canadiana (print) 2019016266X | Canadiana (ebook) 20190162678 | ISBN
9781550598339
(softcover) | ISBN 9781550598346 (PDF) | ISBN 9781550598353 (Kindle) | ISBN
9781550598360 (EPUB)
Subjects: LCSH: Foggo, Cheryl. | LCSH: Foggo, CherylFamily. | LCSH:
BlacksAlbertaCalgary
Biography. | LCSH: Women, BlackAlbertaCalgaryBiography. | LCSH: Calgary
(Alta.)Biography. |
CSH: Black CanadiansAlbertaBiography.
Classification: LCC FC3700.B6 F64 2020 | DDC 971.23/00496dc23
Dedication
For my Brother, Ronny, who died November 28, 1985,
without having the opportunity
to know my children;
for Nols little Josie
and
David L. Smith
For the second edition
So many of my people have died since Pourin Down Rain was first published. The most crushing of these losses is that of my sweet sister Nol. A few years ago when her cancer had returned yet again, her daughter Rochelle changed the name of the family text thread to Nonties Warriors, Nontie being one of Siss nicknames. In the last four months of her life, The Warriors gathered in her beautiful home every day to cook, clean, sing and cry. So this new volume is dedicated to Nols memory, to The Warriors and to those days we all had together.
Also, to Julien.
Preface to the Second Edition
Music, drawings and paintings, actors acting in films and plays, dancers dancing, poetry and books are the only actual magic we have. They offer a way for us to figure things out collectively. They allow us to care about a life someone lived in another time or place that wasnt ours. They inspire us to work on solutions for a future that we wont occupy, but that will be occupied by people we love. Were in this together and more than any other creative endeavour of mine over a long career that is still in process, Pourin Down Rain is me talking directly to you.
How fortunate I am to have the opportunity to revisit the first book I wrote, my first major literary undertaking. Ive been able to correct typos that have weighed on my mind for thirty years. Ive changed awkward phrasing here and there. Ive added new information that has come to light. Ive taken out a couple of things that made me shudder. There are cultural references that anyone born after 1995 wont understand, but luckily theres the Internet for those. Importantly, Ive been able to reflect on things I said that I no longer believe to be true. A writers life holds many blessings and one curseyou write things that are based on what you think is accurate at the time and there they sit forever. So if even within this new edition I have said things that I change my mind about in the future or if Ive used language that falls out of fashion, forgive me and carry on.
Ive also decided to let the silences stand, even if it means Ive given the impression of a more cohesive family than what we actually are. There are stories in our history that are not mine to tell.
Acknowledgements
I would like to acknowledge the assistance of the following people and organizations:
First and especially, Daisy Williams
Ellis Smith
Bert and Edith Smith
Sidney and Eileen Smith
Olie and Cathy Smith
David and Barbara Smith
Ethel and Lawrence Lewsey
Edith and Andrew Risby
Pearl and Allen Hayes
Pauline and Roy Foggo
Eva Goodman
Clem Martini
Jill Swartz
Penny Williams
Fil Fraser
David Bercuson
Jon Whyte
Larry Pratt
Howard and Tamara Palmer
The Canada Council
The Alberta Foundation for the Literary Arts
Alberta Culture and Multiculturalism
For the second edition:
The late Ted Giles of Detselig/Temeron Books was the original publisher of Pourin Down Rain, which was the most important element in the launch of my career. PDR could easily have not made it to print. I had received a number of rejections for the manuscript, which is not uncommon in the early life of writers. But the substance of the rejections was discouraging in a particular way. The one I remember best said There are not enough Black people in Canada to justify us publishing this work. In other words: you dont belong, you dont have the right to be heard and your story doesnt matter. Although I felt terrible after receiving that letter, I believed the publisher to be wrong on every level and persisted in sending the manuscript out. Ted chose it, and if he hadnt done so Im not sure what path my life might have taken. Ill always be grateful to him.
I would like to acknowledge the family I have found because Pourin Down Rain exists. Somehow it made its way to Smiths across the continent, and Ive received messages of appreciation from several descendants of my grandfathers siblings over the years. This, I love.
Chandra and Miranda, thank you for loving our history as you do. You are beacons and the most important teachers Ive ever had.
Aunt Daisy was the first person I listed in my original acknowledgements. My gratitude toward her has grown. Her faith in the worth of our family story sustained me many times. I am grateful to all the people like her from the Black migration of 1910the keepers of photos, the chroniclers, the guardians against erasure.
And Im grateful to all the people who have kept