Native Artist - Nokomis
In a Snit!
When it was time for me to start school my Dad finally moved us close to town. His idea of close and my idea of close were profoundly different.
My Dad's idea of close was that if he could walk to town in an hour then that was close enough. But that was HIS legs in the summer...not MY legs in the winter and I was the one doing the walking. Much of the winter he spent on the trapline which was miles and miles away.
Which brings me to the issue that I'm complaining about in this picture.
I walked back and forth to school every day by myself. But on this particular day my Mom needed some supplies so came into town with my brother and the toboggan. I was really happy to see her waiting for me when school finished.
But... she wouldn't let me on the toboggan with my little brother. She said that I was a big girl and had to walk home by myself.
What a meany!
I probably wouldn't remember that day more than sixty years ago, except that all the way home my brother sat behind her with a big smirk on his face!
I'm in a snit!
Go back to the Nokomis page or read another experience of sibling rivalry.
