While I was in graduate school, I wrote my dissertation on tribal museums and the ways they share authority with the communities that they serve. I focused my research on the St. Regis Mohawk Reservation known by the people who call it home as Akwesasne, which translates to “Where the Partridge Drums.” I was honored to spend many years getting to know the place and its people.
“You are on Mohawk Land.”
You know you are in Akwesasne as soon as you arrive because there are large signs on the roads leading into the reservation that read “You are on Mohawk Land.” They have good reason to assert their claim to the land since they have had to defend their right to live and move freely within their own reservation for centuries.
Located within New York, Quebec, and Ontario, the reservation has an international border running through its center and multiple governments with influence over it. Border crossing is such an everyday part of life there. While I was doing my research, I accidentally crossed the border with one of the basket makers I was interviewing, who took me to see where the best birch trees grew—good thing I had my passport!
As a genealogist, you need to be aware of the various ways both the U. S. and Canadian governments recorded or did not record populations of Native nations.
Knowing the historical and political environment at Akwesasne is essential to doing just about anything there, and that extends to genealogy. Records for the same individuals are recorded in both the United States and Canada, even though the families never leave the reservation. As a genealogist, you need to be aware of the various ways both the United States and Canadian governments recorded or did not record populations of Native nations.
In March of this year, the world lost an amazing Akwesasne basket maker, Florence (Hopps) Benedict, and I am lucky enough to have a few of her baskets in my home. Her husband, Ernest Benedict, passed away in 2011, while I was still working on my studies at Akwesasne. He was a well-respected elder, educator, and World War II veteran. I was interested in learning more about his family and was curious to see how far back I could get in his genealogy. Using his obituary I was able to learn of his many accomplishments and obtain his birthdate and his parents’ names, which helped me work back.
. . . they lived on the reservation and yet were still considered aliens.
I was able to find Ernest on the 1920 U.S. Federal Census, when he was not yet two-years-old. He was living with his parents, Charles and Julia Benedict, and his siblings on the St. Regis Reservation in the township of Bombay on the New York side. The census records that Ernest was born in New York, as was his mother, but his father and siblings were born in Canada. It also lists those born in Canada as being aliens. Keep in mind that they lived on the reservation and yet were still considered aliens. The 1915 Census of New York enumerated American Indians separately and provides a bit more information about their Mohawk culture. The families were recorded matrilineally, and Julia Benedict was the head of her household on the St. Regis Reservation. She, as well as all her children, was a member of the Wolf clan, since children inherit their clan from their mother.
As I worked further back in time with this family in Canadian records, I located birth and marriage records that indicated the family lived primarily on Cornwall Island, an island on the St. Lawrence River between the United States and Canada, though it technically rests on the Canadian side of the border. I was able to locate the death record for Ernest Benedict’s grandfather, Louis Benedict, who died on Cornwall Island, Quebec, in 1945. The record included his parents’ names and his birth date, which allowed me to find a baptism record for him within the St. Regis Catholic Church Mission records. This record from 1850 included his Mohawk name, which looks to be Sawennakarati, though I may need some of my Mohawk friends to help me with the spelling.
The St. Regis Catholic Church Mission was established at Akwesasne in 1755, and there are several sacrament records within its collections. I hope to be able to continue to map out the Benedict family within these records to honor their individual story, while learning more about Akwesasne and the people who call both sides of an imposed border home.
7 thoughts on “Where the Partridge Drums”
Quite fascinating, Meaghan, and good to hear more about our Mohawk brothers and sisters. As you probably know from your friendships with folks at St. Regis and your research, throughout the 20th century there was a significant population of folks from St. Regis and Kahnawake living on State Street in Brooklyn and working as steel workers in the construction industry.
Also knew a Sister of St. Joseph in Brooklyn who was Mohawk, and I believe descended from one of the original Deerfield captives, though her name escapes me at present.
Thank you for your post.
I just love this post, and the work that you’ve done and continue to do! Please keep us “posted” with updates.
I enjoyed reading this post about a much neglected group of people. I too have experienced the difficulty in researching these families, from the Mohawk names to the way that some families tried to shed their heritage in the 19th century. Right now I am gathering information on Caughnawaga baptisms.
I enjoyed reading about the Mohawk and Benedict families. So interesting. Thank you..
It appears I have cousins in St Regis, one introduced herself to me in a FB group, where we were having a discussion about early colonial settlers being taken hostage in Indian raids. A couple of my Tarbell relatives were taken from Groton, MA in Jun 1707, brothers John and Zachriah, were traded by local Indians to Mowhawks. They grew attached to their new family and refused to be returned home. My Tarbell relatives apparently have many descendants at first St Catherines then St Regis.
I learned so much from your post! I had no idea that reservations crossed international borders and that there was a 1915 census in NY. I’m really old and the fact that at my age I could still learn something new was fulfilling! I think what you are doing is important. I wish you well.
I am so sorry your loss of six today. May you be given all that you need to stop this from occurring again. May you find what you need within your community.