I have often thought of my life as being divided into many different worlds. I have my family world. My growing up world in Cleveland Heights, Ohio (you know, the place where Taylor Swift’s fiancé grew up), my college world, my graduate student world, my reservation world, my working world, and my Siegel Rare Neuroimmune Association world. All these worlds are neurotically organized, like my desk. Each world is loaded to the gills with many life experiences and with different

6-1-77     Bill was going to be leaving the mission after volunteering there for two years. Susie and I became very close friends with Bill and were sorry to see him leave. Bill made a very positive difference for the mission and for the community during his time in Hays. He was really loved by many of the families in the community. I don’t have good notes about this day in June and there’s no counting on my memory for much. Bill and I must have decided to head into the Littl

5-2-77   I went to visit Irma and Ray. Irma, Ruth and Shannon and I sat around the kitchen table and talked. Irma said that she remembered really well when TB was a big problem here. It's not as big a problem as it used to be. We used to take a tablespoon of cod liver oil every day. It was supposed to prevent TB. At first I hated it but my mother would make us take it. After a while I actually didn't mind the taste. It didn't taste so bad. I got used to it. And it was suppose

And Tongue River Canyon, Wyoming   I am going to present the entire treaty committee meeting because it offers an important reflection of...

Almost every family in Hays has a pet or pets. Every family has a dog. Most of the dogs run loose. Only a couple are ever chained, ours...

When Susie returned to Montana after being with her mother, she took a bus from Billings to the DY Junction. 5-2-77   Socksy got a red...

During the two years that Susie and I worked at the mission, Beatrice Stiffarm and Mary Jones were the cooks in the school. Jim Stiffarm...

Anthropologically speaking, May was absolutely nuts and served as an accurate reflection of what our lives were to be for the next year...

Wake and Funeral for Mary Gone Talks Different   3-1-77   The wake for Mary was held at Caroline and Bobby’s at the Agency.   Ray, Irma,...

My dear friend, Mike, watched Susie and I writing fieldnotes almost every day he came to our trailer … and that was every day. He’s the...

We arrived at the mission in Hays on August 9, 1976, in the early afternoon. I was astonished to discover that my first fieldnotes from...

The Gros Ventre or A’aniii are an Algonquian-speaking people. There are quite a few tribes that speak languages belonging to this family....

The furthest west I’d been was to St. Louis when my brother was teaching at the University of Missouri. I could count on one hand the...

I’m going to be taking an extended break from the blogs I’ve been posting with my contemporary photographs and notions about all the...