Stocked up on strawberries for our two young nephews. We’ll cut them off after they’ve chowed down two pounds of strawberries.
Category: In This Together
Hearing Native Voices
Posted Hearing Native Voices.
Hearing Native Voices
Scaffold In May 2017, I stood behind a chain link fence that was covered with protest notices. “Shame on you””Take it down””There is no art in genocide””Not art, not a game, not experience, not your story, not your family” Behind the fence, in the Minneapolis Sculpture Garden, workers were putting the finishing touches to a…… Continue reading Hearing Native Voices
Sacred Ground
Cycled to an LRT station to look at a concrete paver block mosaic. Unfortunately, it had been replaced with poured concrete. Nearby, at an American Indian training facility, I found a new mural.
Primary Votes
Filled out a ballot for the Minnesota Primary. The election will determine who is on the November ballot for both US Senators, US and Minnesota Representatives, Governor, Minnesota Attorney General, County Commissioner, County Sheriff, and two Minneapolis
Highest Point in Minneapolis
Stood on a park bench at the highest point in Minneapolis, Deming Heights Park.
Sacred Water
“Discovered” Cold Water Spring which supplied Fort Snelling and is considered to be sacred by some Native Americans. The National Park Service administers the spring and surrounding restored prairie.
Russia in Minneapolis
A strange thing happened as I was jogging around a lake a few days before the 2016 US presidential election. In my November 1, 2016 post I wrote: A diminutive older woman was trying to catch my attention. She announced proudly in a Russian accent that she was voting for the Republican candidate for President. “Very…… Continue reading Russia in Minneapolis
The Time I Was Summoned to “The Kremlin”
Posted The Time I Was Summoned to “The Kremlin.”
The Time I Was Summoned to “The Kremlin”
It’s 1960. My maternal grandfather, my Aunt Madge, my brother, and I had been summoned to “the Kremlin.” Madge consistently referred to her brother’s Glasgow home as “the Kremlin.” This reflected her disconnect with her brother, Malcolm. He was clearly keeping his distance from the rest of the family, possibly for good reasons. The backstory…… Continue reading The Time I Was Summoned to “The Kremlin”