Hamilton Indigenous Housing

The hot summer weather brings out the party hound in people and the KMHC tenants are no exception. The trick here is to know when it’s “Last Call For Alcohol"  Last night around 9.30 pm a ruckus broke out between my neighbour and his guest in the hallway, at the time I was entering the building when I heard all the commotion.   I wasn’t afraid I’m use to seeing shit like this when I worked at a wedding banquet hall as head of security.   The tenant’s guest was passed out on the floor near the elevator so I tried to wake him up and possibly escort him out of the building. I could barely see him breathing so I checked for a pulse.   The guest was totally out of it and dead weight plus to top it off as I stood near him figuring out what to do next he pissed himself.  I’m not talking a little pee but a fountain. He wet his jeans and tee shirt and made a puddle on the floor that’s when I thought “fuck it!   I’m not touching him this is a job for the HSC Ingrid...

After being railroaded at the June 5, 2014 tenant meeting I decided not to attend the next meeting that was scheduled for August 14, 2014.   After talking with my fellow tenants who did attend the meeting it's apparent UNH’s was in damage control mode and trying to cover their ass.  I got the scoops but I’m not going to post the contents of the meeting since I wasn’t there I have a story to share:   A few days ago the guys and I (tenants) got together in the courtyard and we talked about the lack of programs that are offered to the men.   After we shared our opinions and ideas we decided as a group to attend the Traditional Teachings program held this afternoon at the community room.  Finally I can compliment KMHC for a program that all tenants can enjoy.  :) First the program started off with a Native smudge ceremony then listening to Native Elder and teacher Peter Issacs talk about Native drumming and songs was interesting and inspirational.  E...

August 1, 2014 I signed up at the KMHC office to go on a tour of the Hamilton Bayfront area.   H.O.W. Lynda Jones gave us two taxi slips and $5 bucks each to cover the cost of the ride and I asked her to call us a taxi.  Three tenants went, Shirley, Peter and I.   For years I wouldn’t go on the trolly tour because I thought it would be boring and it looks like a kiddie ride.   Well folks as the saying goes “Better late then never”.   When we arrived at the pier the taxi driver was pissed off because H.O.W. Lynda Jones failed to mention to the dispatcher payment will be a taxi slip, not cash.   That was quite embarrassing and soon it was sorted out.  The Trolly train was full so we waited for the next one this gave me time to buy an ice cream cone, sit down and have a conversation with Peter.   He’s a true story teller he enjoys talking about his life and he seems like a genuine person.   Shirley....Gawd!   What can I say about her except...