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PASSAGES Happy 5"' Birthday to my beloved son, Tyee Antone. Also, a belated 6lh to my baby girl, Sirena Jasine. You’re both in my thoughts and prayers each and every day. Daddy loves you! Happy 3rd Birthday on April 30 to Treigh Parr. Momma and Dadda love you so much. You will always be our #1. Happy Birthday, Boo! Judy - You are a true friend. Thank you so much for all your support. Love, Will and Shu I'm looking around my community for the way Who will be there to brighten and make my day? My culture and traditions can help me to know This way, or that, which way will I go? I’ll be lookin’ your way, to see what you choose Alcohol, drugs, and violence and we all lose Can you accept the challenge to show me how Step up, be a warrior for my future ... now. Long time it’s been that tears and fears lived here Nights of muscle and unkind words said - not sincere I see TV, Hollywood gangster warriors not for me These images insult my Native culture and spirituality You got the power and you can be what I ’m gonna need A moment to share, or just to take time to plant a seed Share wisdom, seek wisdom, show me • how to gain respect Teach me to be an example of what the future can expect. I would like to wish Darrelle “Deno” Butler, Rusty Butler, Farrell Metcalf, Kade Metcalf, and last but not least, my sis, Laverne Butler, a happy birthday. We are family and I love you all. Love, Loraine Y. Butler I want to wish a very Happy Easter to my grandson, Bryan King, his wife Rosalee, and my first great-grandson, Evan Tyee. Lots of love, Granny and the Whitehead family Happy Birthday to Darian. From Mom, Aunt Anna, and her brother, Daniel. See more Passages on page 23. Memories: When I was just a little girl, not sure how old I was, I can remember Saturdays were fun days. Dad would pick fern all day, Buck too. Elaine and Queen would fix dinner, then we would fix fern and get ready to watch Portland Wrestling. Lonny Mane and Tony Borne - they were the great wrestlers my Dad and Uncle Pat liked to watch. We would pop popcorn and make hot chocolate to go with it. I love my memories with my Dad. I miss him and loved him with all my heart. Memories are my treasures. Love you, Sylvia Mom and Dad - First of all, let me say “thank you.” Thank you for being there with endless support, thank you for taking care of the kids and just being there when we needed you the most. We love you. Will and Shu ♦ ♦ 24 □ Siletz News □ April 2002 Happy Birthday, Whitehead. We love you. Treigh and Jessica William Happy 11th Birthday, Krysten McCord, on April 27. Love, Mom, Dad, Kayla, Kenyon, and Max Happy big 25 on March 26 to “Big-L,” with love from Mom and the whole family (you know who we are, didn’t want to take up half the page). Happy 20"' Birthday, Ed Rnatos III. on April 4. Here is a reminder of how you used to look to us. Just a little kid with lots of personality and so darn cute. We all miss you a lot. Love you lots, Selina and Scott; Shannon, Steve, and Cheney; Carrie, the l$l Scott, and Emily Happy Birthday, Shannon Chrisman, on April 12. I just want to let you know that I am so glad that you are my sister. The closeness that we have is something that I am so thankful for. I won’t tell anyone how old you are except that you are a couple of years younger. Love ya’, Sis. Selina Spring Delight Respectfully (a spring break), Eva E. Clayton When asking one of my grandchildren the reason for the beautiful change in weather. With a wide-eyed thinking process, commented “It’s like Mother Nature turning in winter early!” I could not have said it better. Is it just me? (I hope not.) Coming out of winter, life seems a renewal. I anxiously await the early daffodils with sunshine bonnets of yellow. Another early flower bouquet for a mother, the new furry buds of the spring willow. The bare-bone sticker patches start to green into berry bushes. I can still smell mother's jam, jellies, and cooling berry cobbler. Billowy clouds seem to float aimlessly. Mesmerizing shapes, size. One big blue sky easel. A fresh breath of spring wind cleans the slate. One of my favorite pastimes, creating cloud faces with my children, grandchildren. An alder tree in the middle of the meadow is plumping up with budding foliage. One that has survived the deer, children, and grandchildren. Over the years, granny has had to ward off the sharp bite of a chain saw. Especially come fall and falling leaves. I love the early morning chill. Watching the sun climb a grouse-laddered tree. C oming out of hiding with a burst of morning warmth, so appreciated. A clear night sky embellished with the sparkle of glimmering stars called to me to sit on the front porch, breath deeply, and dream. A powerful full moon climbs up over the ridge top and steals center stage. Combined with the sprinkle of global glitter, has stolen my heart away. New spring is like a newborn child. Alive, ever-changing, pure enjoyment. So I say. Spring into spring. Walk with an energized bounce and spread enthusiasm around while on the journey. i ... «
