A postcard on my fridge
The messiness of memory, time, and history
This postcard hangs on my fridge. I purchased it at the Trading Post in Warroad, Minnesota, in the summer of 1968. I was visiting Lake of the Woods on the Canadian border where my mother’s grandparents settled and homesteaded shortly after the turn of the twentieth century. For almost a decade now, I have been learning the story of Kakaygeesick [Everlasting Sky], how his great-grandchildren were dispossessed of their ancestral homeland, and what that has to do with me, a white woman living in Wisconsin.
I look forward to reading much more about how the heritage and stories are connected.
I just discovered your work and want to thank you for your offerings. I'm trying to track down my father's lineage but he lived in West Texas and might have been from the Jumano Tribe, a mixture of several tribes who lived and hunted in the area. Unfortunately, there are very few records of this group of people, although I can feel their souls when I read about them. The work you are doing is inspiring me to look deeper into my own history!