A cultural book I wrote for my Grandmothers, my Kokums. In this book, I tell my story which is the story of so many Metis whose Grandmothers names were kept hidden so that we might not know of our Native ancestory. Like many I know, my genetic memories moved me to action. After much searching, I found her name...and those of many of my other Native Grandparents.
I for one thank you David for this video message. I know now that I'm not alone though i have no contacts withthe people of my ancestors. I have dear memories of my G.Great Grandmother and her stories, my G.Grandmother and her wisdom of creatures and my Grandmothers unbounding love! Though I will never be accepted by the tribes of my ancestors , I know who I am and what I am. And no man can take that knowledge away from me! Aho brother from another mother!
ricktipton52 9 months ago