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I have always been a happy-go-lucky person. I grew up in a loving home and had it pretty easy. So when I came to know Jesus as Savior on July 30, 1989, it wasn’t out of desperation or hopelessness. My fiancé, Dave, and I were at an Amway convention and the guest speakers gave their testimony. They invited people to pray and accept Jesus, noting that ‘tomorrow may not come’ and ‘now is the time’. I started crying. My heart was racing; I knew I had to go forward. I grabbed Dave...
Fear was a huge part of my childhood and not the healthy fear. I was afraid of school, afraid of what friends might think of me, afraid of my family, my grandmother, my mom and her whole side of the family. I was afraid of everybody and everything, but the Lord it seemed. I was raised as an Algonquin/Mohawk in the Canadian capital city of Ottawa. I stress the urban part of my life because I think this was the biggest difference that separated my brother and me from both reserv...
“Ouch!” My hand smarted from the stinging hot water as I gazed out the kitchen window. Quickly, I mixed cold water over the amber glass and rinsed the suds away. “Not paying attention to washing dishes,” I chided. Too busy looking into the carefully tended, lush, green lawn of the McKays’ backyard. Small, flowered plants in heavy clusters bordered my neighbor’s fence. Farther out, circular coronets of dahlias and zinnias bloomed in rich gold and reds. Between these festi...
The first memory I have is my grandmother getting up—while I was still in bed, of course. I would hear a fire going, then I’d wake up. My grandmother used to wake up early in the morning and make a fire. I was just a little girl and I’d get out of bed and go out and check on breakfast. I don’t know why; we hardly had anything. Nohkom (Grandmother) would make her tea first thing in the morning. She would soak dry bannock in the tea and that was my breakfast. When I was very yo...
I was born in Ste. Rose du Lac, Manitoba, on January 19, 1936 and raised in Crane River. I went to school in Crane River up to Grade 4. Then I started working for local farmers. Later I moved to St. Boniface to work at Central Grain Company. There a man put bad Indian medicine on me and told me “You’re gonna die.” I didn’t believe him, but that day a severe pain started in my leg that continued for twenty years. The doctors could find nothing wrong with me but eventua...
My name is Robert Little Fox Hill and I was born in Palao, California, on December 24, 1947. I know that because it’s on my birth certificate. Three days later we moved to a reservation in Oklahoma. For the next seven years, that’s where we lived. My biological father was wounded in the Korean War. His whole platoon was thought to be dead. They left the bodies in the field for three days and when they went out to pick up the corpses, they found him still alive. After that he...
Jorie West is part of the award-winning duo Sayani. Music has always been a part of my life. When I was three years old, Mom and Dad put me on top of an orange crate so that I could reach the microphone at KPRO radio in Riverside, California, and my little voice hit the airwaves for the very first time. And I've been singing ever since. My father, E.V. Medley, of Cherokee/Choctaw/Irish/English heritage, was born in Catoosa, Oklahoma. He later moved to Arkansas where he met...
