Ken Webb was born June 26, 1929 in Massachusetts. He endured school and never went straight home after class. There were more interesting things to do like hunting bugs and frogs for his collection at home. His mother became a nervous Nellie and a screamer as a white pet rat crawled out from under his […]
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Me and the stray dogs waited for the door to open. Scraps would fly in our direction. We just had to be patient. We were all hungry all the time. The year was 1968 and I just turned twenty-four years old. I listened for the creek of the door. We heard it. The Indian lady […]
One of my earliest memories was the day I acquired a five-gallon plastic pail and a piece of rope. I felt like a queen. Now all I had to do was find water. A few days later I came across a deep well. I knelt by the well with my pail. Water! How precious, I […]
50 years!! How can it be. Where did Fifty years ago? 1968-2018 this is my 50th year on the Navajo Indian Reservation. Come to walk with me down memory lane. I met a shy people with even shyer children. Most spoke only Navajo. They quietly shared their food with me and let me cuddle their […]
For many years now we’ve gone to the Indian Reservation in hope to inspire and give the kids the supplies they need. We have made many trips up there for the 50 years we have been doing it. In 2017 we provided 109 pairs of shoes to school children, winter jackets to 200 school children, […]
“Marry me,” the farmer said. He was thirty-three and Sylvia was sixteen. Why not she reasoned, maybe I’ll be apart of a real family. He was really eager to have a son. He never used the word “love” but should love her anyway. She was nothing and would not ever amount to anything. She was […]