Seneca Rez in the 1950s


Drive with dad on Seneca Reservation land

On a day of hunting

All in fall colors grand


Can you see their homes hidden in the wood

Those little shacks of tar paper

By the streams where they stood


I would like to live here some day

Father nodded in silence as he drove

Why he asked this question I really can’t say


There is no running water in a tar paper place

Would you still like to live there

Oh yes I could go to the stream to wash my face


There is no soap to wash your face or hand

Would you still like to live there

Oh yes, I could go to the stream and scrub with sand

There is no indoor plumbing to go when you please

Would you still like to live there

Oh yes I could go behind trees


Would you live there in winter with cold and deep snow

Oh no


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Jennifer | Reply 09.05.2014 10.54

It amazes me that when I read your writing I get a glimpse into your past. Thanks for always sharing.

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13.02 | 11:48

So, is that why you stopped teaching, or quit being a coach? LOL

11.11 | 12:35

The pictures of the chest really do not do the colors and painting justice. Another beautiful piece of artwork by my favorite painter.

30.10 | 13:14

George: Thanks for sharing this story from your past. I loved it.

01.08 | 07:42

George: This is excellent. I never heard about your father being killed in a car crash. So sorry to hear that. Your history is amazing. Than You for sharing.

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