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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09.03 | 21:04

Loved this story. Been in the woods on a snowy night. Never lost but enjoyed the quiet and peace as the snow fell. Could almost hear the big wet flakes land.

09.03 | 13:40

Another great story from my favorite author.

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.

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