by Terra Trevor
Great Auntie Josephine sits in her wheelchair. At eighty her hair is still mostly black, but she is too despondent to do more than sigh. Names and questions won’t stick in her mind.
I still have Auntie Lydia. Wrinkled, shrunken, ten years older than her sister Jo, dark black eyes gone yellow, but with a memory bank of a mind. Without pausing she tells me stories, a web of words, the same ones I remember from childhood.
After we fill up on pies and cakes, cameras are brought out. But I don't have any pictures of my dad's side of the family. The film was overexposed the day we all lined up according to our generation.
For the first photograph the great aunts and uncles are grouped together. These are my grandpa’s siblings, and the line doesn’t hold a white face.
The next group is my dad, my Auntie Joan and all of their cousins—the first half-blood generation in our family. It gives eyes of blue, hazel, wavy or straight brown hair.
My brother, sister, and I stand with the largest group of mixed-blood Cherokee, Lenape, Seneca cousins. We are not full bloods or even half, and yet we’re not white and never will be. And soon enough we will become the elders.
First published in Yukhika-latuhse (She Tells Us Stories) Oneida Nation Arts Program
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Terra Trevor is the author of a diverse body of work and a contributor to fifteen books. She is known for works in which she uses lyric prose and imagery to address spirituality, family ties, her identity as a mixed blood and her connection with the landscape. Her stories illuminate our humanity, remind us to be open, to connect, to hope, to question, or bring change. Her memoir, Pushing up the Sky, is widely anthologized. She is the founding editor of River, Blood, And Corn. www.terratrevorauthor.com