Story told by: Kateri Deer
Written by: Aaron McComber, Local Journalism Initiative Reporter
Translated by: Sahawisó:ko’ Arquette
I remember my grandma had a friend she would call “the lady who played good music.” She lived across the Cornwall Bridge and we used to bring butter, cream, milk and things like that to trade with her.
I was a little bit chubby when I was a kid so my grandma told my father, “You’re going to have to make a wagon for this kid because halfway coming back she gets sleepy.”
She said she couldn’t carry me because I was a little bit too heavy, especially with all the stuff she was already carrying.
The next time we were going over the bridge, my father came out with a little wagon.
I guess it worked the way she wanted because the next thing I know I’m waking up and my father said, “You were sleeping and I took you all the way and you didn’t even notice.”
When you’re a kid you just kind of sleep through it all.
