TRIBAL PROGRAM NEWS
Employees Receive
Incentive Awards
Maxine Rilatos - Outstanding Service
Award for getting up at 4:30 to take patients
to their appointments in the valley.
Nora Moore - Outstanding Service
Award for volunteering at the National Indian
Gaming Association conference in Portland.
Rena Philbrook - Outstanding Service
Award for volunteering at the National Indian
Gaming Association conference in Portland.
DeAnn Brown - Outstanding Service
Award for keeping all four Head Start
programs running smoothly.
Karen Bell - Outstanding Service
Award for her efforts to simplify the
budgeting process and expenditure reports.
Sandy Gordon - Outstanding Service
Award for working diligently to provide
services to tribal families struggling with
alcohol and drug problems.
Jack
Boyer
-
Superior
Accomplishment Award for developing a
system to track tribal investments, thus
significantly reducing the number of audit
hours charged to the tribe for 1999.
Grayson Pierson - Employee of the
Quarter for her dedication to dental patients.
Above (I to r): Maxine Rilatos, Nora
Moore, Susan George, and Grayson
Pierson. Right: Tina Retasket (I) and
Grayson Pierson.
She was the only dentist for almost a year,
which almost doubled her workload. She
took on the challenge and did an excellent
job of keeping up with the many demands
of patient care.
Elder, Whip Woman, Weaver of Dreams
by Mary Jane Hall Robb
The stars drift by her casting their nets
For the ascending dreams leaving her heart
As she moves to an ancient rhythm
With the glory of an unseen mantle on her
shoulders
The visions burn brightly in the mirrored
flame of the sky
As dancing shadows hurl the sunbeams to
earth
And the spirits descend or ascend
As they move on the rays between the
worlds
And she dances on the aura of the past
This you know to be so
The soul of the life force dances on the wind
But mostly you see it in her eyes
An age-old wisdom gathered into her heart,
Is the treasure from the cave of the ancients.
Earth, fire, sky and water
Lightening climbing the staircase of the
clouds
Lacing the universe together for a brief
moment
We touch the cosmic glory of it all
The worlds are one
And we are eternal
The tempo of the drums may change
But the thoughts that follow her graceful feet
Are a chain of life reaching back to eternity
They fly up likened to ascending sparks of
dawn
To be caught in the arms of the Great
Sahallie
As for me
I am awed and humble
The door of my heart opens
It is flooded with light
As I enter into the sacred circle
And the stardust of the Weaver of Dreams
And we are reborn, past, present, future
Dedicated to Whip Woman Gladys Bolton
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