My paternal grandmother was full blood Migmaw, living on rez in the Annapolis Valley area. I took no real interest in my roots until mid life.
One day I went to meet a lady for a date, and it turned out that she was a native elder. We formed a friendship, and as a woodworker I soon discovered that she was in need of a drum.
I researched, asked many questions, and prayerfully proceeded with drum making.
To this time I have built or assisted and taught the making of hundreds of drums.
Also three large group drums.
The drum, made of living materials is considered a living thing (once it has a voice). It is a means of communication with others, nature, your own soul, and most importantly: with our creator