Julie Ann Devries

Julie Ann (Shawnoo) Devries, a member of the Chippewas of Kettle & Stony Point & Resident of Victoria British Columbia. A descendant and member of N'swi-ish-ko-day-kawn Anishinabeg O'dish-ko-day-kawn the (Three Fires Confederacy) and was a Turtle Clan (Michiken doodem) member. She proudly acknowledged her linage, as a direct descendant of Ogi-chi-dah Strong heart and Ceremonial Leader Tecumtha (Tecumseh) of the Shawnee Nation. Julie was born July 10, 1964 and gave her breath back to our creator Wednesday, February 12, 2020 after a courageous battle with Colon Cancer. She fought like the Warrior she was with much Courage, and Bravery. Julie predeceased by both parent's Mother Carol George, and Father Edgar (Sonny Chaps) Shawnoo Jr. and grandparents Dorothy & Harrison George and Edgar & Cecilia (Wilde) Shawnoo. Julie is also predeceased by a grand daughter Alexandrea Alystock. Julie is survived by three children, Lee Alexander Wilde, Jared George and Chenoa George. Two grand children, Shyra Shipman and Xavier Shipman. Also survived by nine siblings: Donald Shawanoo, Christopher Shawnoo, Arnold Shawnoo, Shane Henry, Sara Henry and Kenny Henry. Christina Doxtater, Christian Doxtater and Christopher Doxtator and many relatives, and special close friends from Victoria, BC. Julie was adopted when she very young and is a part of the Sixties Scoop. Through out her lifetime first and foremost was a mother, grandmother, daughter, sister, niece, great niece, cousin, and a special friend to her extended family of Victoria, British Columbia those of who were closest to her knew her as an established amazing Artist specializing in Jewellery, and leather work. Julie's beautiful spirit and smile lit up the room wherever she went and impacted all whom she met. She will be for-ever missed and never forgotten. Julie's care was provided by Royal Jubilee Hospital, Victoria, BC in Palliative Care Unit and Earth's Options Burials & Crematorium, Victoria, BC. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Precious Jewels A shrunken vessel now, Barely there, beneath that blanket of blue. A tiny yellow bird, a garland of tobacco roses on your chest. Sage, sears my nostrils, It fills the room, the drummer sings an ancient song, While ancestors shuffle in. At peace they say, she is at peace. I wonder though, where you have gone, Tecumseh's daughter, warrioress? Are you finally in that cabin, Crackling fire, books to the ceiling? A basket of leather and beads at your feet. Are the ancestors there, with all their stories? Of how, you were left, so black and blue, Does it make sense now, I wonder? Gitche Manitou keeps all our tears in a bottle, A sweet offering, the price of love, Poured out, the great mystery revealed to you. Sherry Leigh Williams