Since I have been a terrible blogger, and have not been posting much I thought I would at least make an appearance tonight. Part of my problem is not getting many photos with the manual camera. Part of the problem is being over-tired from all the Dr./therapy visits I've been having and other things that have kept me busy the last three weeks or so. I hope all that will dwindle down.
This is for Tuesday Muse. I hope you will join in for Nancy's lovely meme by clicking on the link!
Obviously not my photo...but I have a lovely story to tell. At the eye Dr. the other day I met a Lakota Sioux man who is a descendant of Black Elk and also of Crazy Horse. His name is Red Bird and he is in his sixties. He told me that when he was a child Black Elk was blind, with cataracts, and very old. I read Black Elk Speaks many years ago, and I was so impressed to be able to speak with someone related to him, and who knew him. The photo above is of Black Elk with his second wife, and one of his children.
When I was one year old I sat on the lap of my great-great-grandmother, "Lou Ma" Banks. She was 103 years old at that time. When she was a child, she had given water from her family's well to passing Union soldiers during the War. I thought about how Red Bird and I are bridges to the past, each in our own small way, just by being alive to tell of these contacts in our childhood. How long ago all of that seems! And yet how little time has really passed.
Me sitting on Lou Ma's lap in 1953.




