Kateri Tekakwitha (1656-1680)

Sometime ago I stumbled on a map of New York rivers and lakes.  Indians and early European settlers appreciated a map like that centuries ago because rivers and lakes were their roads and highways.

The New York Thruway follows the Hudson and Mohawk Rivers and near the town of Fonda just past Albany you can visit the ruins of the17th century Mohawk village of Caughnawaga, excavated in the 1950s by a Franciscan priest,  Thomas Grassmann. It’s the only village of its kind left, with traces of 12 long houses surrounded by a fortified stockade. It was built in 1666 after a French army from Quebec destroyed an earlier Mohawk village at Osserneron (today, Auriesville) a few miles downriver.

The French army was punishing the Mohawks for their part in the Iroquois- Huron wars, when they plundered and destroyed villages of Indian allies of the French, the Hurons and  Algonquins, along the St. Lawrence River. The Mohawks, members of the Iroquois confederation, wanted to gain control of the fur trade from their northern neighbors. They  took women and children captive; at the time, Indians used to replenish their own numbers– diminished by wars or disease– by kidnapping members from other tribes.

In destroying Ossernenon, the French army was probably also avenging the death of three French missionaries  killed in that village some years before: Fr. Isaac Jogues, SJ, and Rene Goupil and Gabriel Lalande,  honored  today by the Church as martyrs.

One of the Christian Algonquin women captured in that earlier raid was married to a Mohawk brave from Ossernenon and they had a daughter,  Kateri Tekakwitha (1656-1680), whom the Catholic Church also honors as blessed.

An epidemic of smallpox ravaged Ossernenon when Kateri was four years old, killing   many children and adults. The young girl almost died of the disease that left her disfigured. Her early Jesuit biographer says “ She almost lost her eyesight, and her eyes hurt so much from this illness that she covered herself with a blanket when out in strong light.” (The Life of the Good Catherine Tekakwitha, Claude Chauchetiere, SJ , 1695)

Both parents died when Kateri was a little girl and she was taken in by relatives in the new Mohawk village of Caughnawaga, where she lived most of her life. Her mother was a devout Christian and must have told her about Christianity, but Kateri’s new family and  tribe strongly opposed the religion.

The French military, however, as one condition for not returning to the Mohawk villages, demanded that Jesuit missionaries be allowed to visit them and minister to captive Christians or others interested in their faith. Jesuit missionaries visited Caughnawaga for three days in 1667 and received hospitality in the long house where Kateri lived with her uncle, a Mohawk leader opposed to Christians.

According to witnesses, Kateri led the normal life of an Indian girl and young woman.  “She brought wood and tended the fire when her aunt ordered her, and got water when those in the long house needed it. When she had nothing to do she amused herself making small jewels and dressing as other girls of her age. She placed shell bead necklaces around her neck, shell bead bracelets on her arms, rings on her fingers and ornaments in her ears.” (The Life of the Good Catherine Tekakwitha, Claude Chauchetiere, SJ , 1695)

Though sickly, she was not lazy or proud. She never talked about others. Timid, she avoided dances and games. She didn’t like seeing captives harmed or people tortured, witnesses said.

In the spring of 1675  Jesuit Father Jacques de Lamberville visited Caughnawaga . Kateri was alone in her long house because a foot injury prevented her from working in the fields and the priest entered her lodge. She spoke to him of her desire to receive baptism and on Easter, 1676, the young Indian girl was baptized and took the name Kateri, after St. Catherine of Siena, the mystic and a favorite patron of Christian Indian women. She was 20 years old.

Her uncle and relatives in the long house reacted to her conversion to Christianity and pressured her to marry and follow their ways, even when opposed to her beliefs. The early Jesuits considered it a miracle for a Christian to resist family and tribal pressure such as Kateri experienced in Caughnawaga. Yet, her early biographer says “She practiced her faith without losing her original fervor and her extraordinary virtue was seen by all. The Christians saw her obeying their rules exactly, going to prayers everyday in the morning and evening and Mass on Sunday. At the same time she avoided the dreams feasts and the dances,” practices endangering her belief.  (The Life of the Good Catherine Tekakwitha, Claude Chauchetiere, SJ , 1695)

Father de Lamberville finally recommended that Kateri escape to the newly-established  Indian Christian village in Kahnawake near Montreal, where she could live her faith more easily. In 1676, aided by other Christian Indians, she made the dangerous journey northward.  There she lived a fervent life of prayer and faith;  she died and was buried on April 17th, 1680.

Her feast day is July 14.

5 thoughts on “Kateri Tekakwitha (1656-1680)

  1. Gloria

    Ted and I visited Auriesville on the way home from Canada 57 years ago.
    We went to Mass in the round church, the first one we ever saw. It was a
    weekday, but the church was full. We walked over all the grounds, into the
    replicas of the Indian buildings, and made the Stations of the Cross, which
    are lifesize, from the bottom of the hill to the top. It was an unforgettable day.

  2. cenaclemary12

    A beautiful site filled with Native American artifacts with a lovely chapel preserved and maintained by the Franciscans. We celebrated my sister and husband’s 50th wedding anniversary with an outdoor Mass there. Franciscan hospitality at its best! A “place of holy sanctuary” bringing spiritual refreshment. See website for more:

  3. Gloria Ziemienski

    P.S. I forgot to mention that the May day Ted and I went to Auriesville was
    beautiful, sunny, with comfortable May temperatures, “perfect as our heavenly Father” is perfect. It was the only day out of seven that it DIDN’T rain. Thank you for your beautiful reflection, Fr. Victor. Gloria

    May Morning

    Leaves in all shades of green
    are dancing to wind music
    against a break-your-heart blue sky.

    The wild night wind has blown
    the irises down, leaving a cascade
    of yellows, purples and lavenders.

    A red-wing blackbird in the old maple
    is singing his heart out
    and those who have ears to hear
    know he sings God’s love song.

    James Russell Lowell queried:
    “What is so rare as a day in June?”
    My reply: “A morning like this in May!”

    Gloria Ziemienski
    May 23, 2006

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