
Sunday, March 27, 2011
On the Reservation
Throughout my life I have only come in contact with a handful of Native Americans. Many of which were my parents age or older. As a kid meeting a Native American was like seeing a bald eagle, they were few and far between. But whenever I did meet one I always expected a good story. I always recieved one but whether they were true or not, who knows.
The first Native American I ever met was a friend of my grandfathers. He was from a small tribe up in Minnesota. He and my grandfather both were pilots on the Great Lakes. He was a very nice man that always would make up interesting stories for me as a very young kid. It wasn't till later when i asked my grandfather about him that i figured out he was a nut. Story goes that after a couple drinks he would start doing old Native American tribal dances. So all in all the only Native American's i really know are known to be a little crazy and always good for a story. This is kind of of sad because the stereotypical Native Americans are sometimes perceived as nutty story tellers. For me to truly understand the Ways of the Native Americans I would need to go back to the time of Lewis and Clark and live among the Natives to truly identify with them.

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