Miqqusaaq Bernadette Dean
Miqqusaaq Bernadette Dean is the great-granddaughter of Siusarnaq, also known as Shoofly Comer. Dean is from Southampton Island at the entrance to Hudson Bay, where she grew up hunting, fishing and harvesting. She has worked closely with Elders and youth on cultural program development, as well as culture camps for Inuit youth and women.
A lot of early explorers wouldn’t have survived without Inuit women. My great-grandmother Shoofly was a very good seamstress. I’ve seen her work at the museum. Her stitches look like tiny pencil marks. That’s how intricate her sewing skills were. I saw a picture of 20 or so whalers who wintered four winters in a row, and they’re all clothed in caribou clothing. And there’s a picture of the crew of Neptune, which was a government expedition in the early 1900s, and they’re all dressed in caribou clothing. There’s almost 40 of them, I think. They wouldn’t have been able to make the clothing themselves; it would have been Inuit women. Families would go travelling together and go inland to harvest skins for clothing.
When [my great-grandmother died], the Hudson’s Bay post manager wrote in his daily journal that whenever there was a catch of fish or seals or a harvest of animals, she always made sure that the Hudson’s Bay boys got a share.
Tookoolito [also known as Hannah] and her husband Ipiirvik [also known as Joe] worked with Charles Francis Hall on the Polaris Expedition. A group of them — including maybe eight German guys, scientists, a Greenlandic family of five, Hannah, Joe, and their daughter — got separated and drifted away [on an ice floe]. Hannah had a qulliq [lamp] and Joe built snow houses, even two or three times transporting them from thin ice to thicker ice. [The Polaris Expedition (1871-1873) was an American attempt to reach the North Pole. The ship was abandoned during an ice storm, and many crew, including Tookoolito, her husband and their young daughter, were left marooned for six months. They drifted about 2,000 kilometres south before being rescued off Labrador.]
We have such an unwritten history. I’ve been to Hannah’s grave in Groton, Connecticut, twice. I brought her little bits of Arctic cotton and Arctic heather, a needle and some sinew. The second time I brought her roses.
Those Inuit women could have been considered explorers, but they didn’t get that title or recognition.