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Spilyay Tymoo, Warm Springs, Oregon More Letters to the Editor Tribute I met my Uncle Kenny when I was 4 years old, in San Ber nardino, California, where my Mom, Rosella, was going to col lege. Kenny’s charisma was John F. Kennedy-like, even then, and folks were charmed by his warmth as he vacationed with my beloved Aunt Sybil and their kids, my cousins, Greg and Michelle. A fond memory of me scream ing at Audrey Hepburn in a crowded movie theater is a favorite from that great trip for the Smiths. A couple years later, I was very proud of my little green bicycle, with training wheels freshly removed, and loved to ride it at Kenny’s house in the Bel Air suburb of Madras. I foolishly ignored warnings not to park my bike behind Ken’s car, and wept in a tantrum after he accidentally backed over it. This too is a hilarious fond memory of mine for my Uncle Kenny, who I chewed out with all the stern authority of a little Indian kid having a crying fit. As if his job as General Man ager working hard with our Tribal Council w asn’t enough.. .ha ha! Kenny’s son, Greg, would entertain me with trips to Dairy Queen, and fort building. He helped inspire my career as a cartoonist with his interest in 70’s horror comics, and my hobby as a rock musician with his album collection. His beautiful sister, Kenny’s daughter Michelle, wouldn’t hesitate to roll up her jeans and collect tadpoles with me on hot summer days throughout our childhood. Her stuffed monkey collection, cheerleading era, and Homecoming Queen glory days . were favorites of my Morn and mine as well. Nowadays my cuz, nicknamed “Smo Malone” by Greg decades ago, is a supervi sor for the Bureau in Portland. As a teenager, Uncle Kenny invited me for extended visits to his new modern reservation home down by the river. I watched the KISS television special there while he worked on tribal business issues in the next room at the long dinner table, tirelessly, night after night. And I wrote a research paper for his classm ate, my English teacher at MJHS, H arold Moore, at Ken’s house. I think I tion of my senior thesis work. got a B. It was about a Marvel I’m certain I never could have comic-book. won my nomination as student Uncle Kenny also had to rep body president of my college rimand me for drawing super without his example of poise heroes too hard, leaving deep and leadership in the face of an grooves on his custom wooden overwhelming majority. Ken tables. Sorry, Uncle! He looked took in my vampire science fic on in amusement as I wore my tion comic-book in spite of my Darth Vader mask outside at weird choice of subject matter. night, startling Buck and Susie’s I can’t imagine what he really horses. thought of his eccentric When Jeannie snagged nephew ’s artwork or nick Kenny, he found his soul-mate. name... She let my Mom and I house sit Yet, as always, Kenny looked her posh, cozy home in the cool at this formal affair at the Portland West Hills, where I dis Portland Art Museum, along covered her foxy daughter’s al with my Grandma Mildred, like bum collection, and continue to an Indian Cary Grant or some enjoy Supertramp to this day. thing. All class, he has always I cannot properly express our had this twinkle in his eye and family’s pride in Kenny as he astounding charisma that makes was made Assistant Secretary of his family proud and loyal to his the Interior under James Watt amazing career as a public ser during the Reagan administra vant. No doubt many folks won tion. Rosella took me to see dered if he was ever going to Kenny, Jeannie, and Michelle, in run as an Indian candidate for Washington D.C., and I spent a President of the United States. night with them on Embassy My Uncle Kenny Smith Row in Georgetown. What an never did, but if he had, he adventure, when our own Indian would have given them politi “Mr. Smith Goes To Washing cians a race to remember. ton!” My Uncle Kenny Smith Kenny took me jogging with never caved in to those kind of Secretary Watt, and he contin hollow ambitions and political ued to work at running for years, pressures to run for senator, on both American coasts, turn congressm an, governor, or ing the heads of women for de President. But he was certainly cades, Republican or Democrat, qualified to, one of the only In native or bushton. My Uncle dian men of the 20th century Kenny also met me at the Hyatt who could consider such things. Instead, he continued, and Regency where I introduced him to the X-Men cartoonists at a still continues, to focus and then giant comic-book convention. re-focus on working to improve There was my Uncle, sur the lives of everyone in our rounded by geeks and nerds in Confederated Tribes, as well as Star Wars costumes, taking the Native folks nationwide. My time to validate my hobby and Uncle Kenny is the classiest admire my Wolverine cartoons, epitome of tribal leadership. Historians, decades and cen inked by my heroes with their autographs. They had just pub turies from now, will recognize lished the Death of Phoenix, a Ken Smith’s stewardship in an fatuous comic story, about to be era of rapid .growth and mod released as the third X-Men ernization for his beloved Con federated Tribes of Warm movie, 25 years later. Kenny could walk comfort Springs, Oregon. We have all ably in any such and many dif been blessed by his leadership ferent circles, warmly meeting in so many ways that he may talented folks and representing never realize our profound grati our tribes to our best interests tude for his life’s work. That is tirelessly, from the halls of our why my Uncle Kenny is my hero nation’s capital to many 509-J for all this and more. Sincerely, Marcus Kevin school district student concerts Moseley, aka Spider Moccasin. of his children and mine. PS — I hope Ken knows I’ve My Uncle Kenny was also there years later to honor my forgiven him for running over graduation from the Pacific my little green bicycle. Northwest College of Art at the Portland Art Museum exhibi- Diabetes myths and facts B y E lsie H ow ard, D iabetes N urse E ducator Warm Springs D iabetes Program Have you ever wondered if some of the things that you are hearing about Diabetes are true or not? Here are some myths and facts about Diabetes that might help clear up some of those doubts. Read the question first and pause and take some time to answer it either myth or fact before you read the answer. There will be a series of these in the next several articles. Question: I have “borderline diabetes” because I don’t need diabetes pills or insulin to control my blood sugar? A nsw er: Myth. There is no such thing as “borderline diabetes or touch of diabetes.” You either have it or you don’t. Diabetes is diagnosed in one of several ways: 1) A fasting (nothing by mouth for 8 hours) blood sugar result of 126 or higher on two or more tests; 2) A blood sugar of 200 or higher on two or more ran dom tests, along with symptoms of diabetes such as peeing a lot, drinking a lot of water, and weight loss; 3) An abnormal 2-hour oral glucose tolerance test. If you have been diagnosed with diabetes using any of these tests, then you have diabetes. 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