I DID NOT KNOW WHY
priscilla jean kowatsch
Astoria, Oregon, USA
August 02, 2002
I did not know why I was picked up at night by a family and their
little girl my age. We may have been 5 or 6. I was tired and I don't
remember much about the trip. Just that we crossed over a dark water
too immense for my understanding. When we arrived at the Gov. Indian
school, I had no idea I was to stay there. No one explained. I was
just whisked away down the corridors of the dorms.
This may have been 1946: At Warm Springs, Oregon.
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