Niwakash' 01.45


01.45.01

Thsikeksa'aa tekny ki'sh' n thsiwakushiya'k, kwatsh' ne hnteystahkwa' ta un wa'aknyatyuu'ttha' ne ha'ni.

Maybe I was eight years old. I had a day off school and went to work with my father.


01.45.02

Ne' n s thsiwakushiya'k waakyst' u'skwi knya't', ta un tsikwas akatyuu'tatask.

I started bricklaying when I was three, so it didn't take me long to get into the swing of things.


01.45.03

Ne' wai haw' ne ha'ni katyuu'tt ks kanhsu'k ne'hu sh he'tk tekn teyunhsukt'.

My father gave me a straight wall on the end that just had a couple of high windows.


01.45.04

Ne' ne hakst ne u'skwi hanya't' te' n'wti kanhst hwe wsu' unhsukt' uthyuskwat' khu.

My grandfather was laying bricks on the front of the house, full of windows and corners.


01.45.05

Ne' ne kakwk nae ne ha'ni waathywi' ukist wsu' u'skwi wanya't' ne hwak huik wnishte' he nnya't' ne hakst.

My father told everyone I laid more bricks that day than my grandfather.


01.45.06

Nae tha'kwist' taasnye't ne hakst, ne' kw he kakwk waatika'y' te'ne' teane'skwa'.

My grandfather didn't say anything, but everybody saw that he didn't like it.


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