My mother was the first one born outside of the traditional territory or reservation. My older cousins tell stories about how their grandmother (my mother’s grandmother) was a child during that age. She was on her mother’s back when they went looking for survivors of the Wounded Knee massacre. How she remembers sitting on Red Cloud’s lap and making him laugh.
There’s much more painful stuff so those good stories are like medicine. Reminders that even in darkness there’s a little light.
I’m so happy you replied. This has been a really great follow-up. I’ll definitely share your story whenever I can. There’s always a little bit of light out there.
My mother was the first one born outside of the traditional territory or reservation. My older cousins tell stories about how their grandmother (my mother’s grandmother) was a child during that age. She was on her mother’s back when they went looking for survivors of the Wounded Knee massacre. How she remembers sitting on Red Cloud’s lap and making him laugh.
There’s much more painful stuff so those good stories are like medicine. Reminders that even in darkness there’s a little light.
Red Cloud would be five generations away from me.
I’m so happy you replied. This has been a really great follow-up. I’ll definitely share your story whenever I can. There’s always a little bit of light out there.