“Soon after arrival at residential school, we were assigned a number that would become our identity. I became Number 1 on the girls’ side. Ninety years after she left St. Joseph’s Mission, my grandmother still remembered she was Number 27. My mom remembers her number was 71. Thankfully, our numbers were not tattooed on our skin.”

“Soon after arrival at residential school, we were assigned a number that would become our identity. I became Number 1 on the girls’ side. Ninety years after she left St. Joseph’s Mission, my grandmother still remembered she was Number 27. My mom remembers her number was 71. Thankfully, our numbers were not tattooed on our skin.”

— Bev Sellars