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c c S T ) Northwest tribes gather for mid-year conference February 15,1985 Page 2 “Tribal G overnm ents’ Chal lenges o f‘85,” was the theme for the Affiliated Tribes of N orth west Indians mid-year conven tion which was held in the Eugene Hilton, February 4-6, 1985. The welcome address was deli vered by D elbert F rank, Presi dent of the A TNI. with sincere appreciation for such a good turn out of the Northwest T ribes for the very im portant meeting. There was plenty of very im por tant issues to be addressed at the m eeting. T he A ffiliated Tribes of N orthw esi Indians, who are considered one of the strongest voices from Indian country throughout the nation have a lot at stake, mainly the list of co m m issio n ’s recom m endations to the President. The President’s Commission on Indian Reservation econo mies was form ed to study ways of increasing Indian reservation 'economic self-sufficiency since its creation in January, 1983. A list of several recom m endations were submitted to the President, means and methods of accom p lishing tribal self-sufficiency and reduced dependency on federal funds. K e y n o te s p e a k e r D a v id M atheson, C hairm an, Couer d ’Alene Tribe, made response to all the issues with his address titled “ How to make the find ings and conclusions of the Pre sidential Commission on Indian reservation economies work for Indians.” The first panel of 11 speakers on Reservation Econ omies started with Roger Jim , of the Y akim a N ation with his report on the “National Tribal Chairm en’s Association,’’em er gency meeting which was held in Reno, ju st recently. Tribal leaders found they could not accept the final report and recom m endations, and they com mis sioned their own committee to develop initiatives for the im provement of American Indian reservation economies. Opposed were those sections of the report which would lead pilyay ymoo to the creation of an Indian ters Doctrine. The doctrine holds Trust Services A dm inistration that the Indian tribes have prior and the elim ination o f the trust and param ount rights to all responsibilities of the Bureau of water resources which arise up Indian Affairs. on, border, traverse, or underlie Elmer Savilla, executive di a reservation in the am ount rector of the NTCA, at the necessary to satisfy the present Reno meeting charged that the as well as future needs of the rep o rt’s real intent was to open Indian reservations. W inters the door for private exploita rights are owned by Indian tribes— tions of Indian water, oil, timber, and should be distinguished from gas and mineral deposits on federally reserved rights. Indian reservations and to dis-, A banquest honoring recently mantle the Bureau o f Indian reinstated tribes including the Affairs, replacing it with a new I Siletz, Grand Ronde, Cow Creek agency which would not have Band of South Umpqua and the Indian trust status. i'Coos Tribes was held, a mem- Tribal water problem s and borable occasion for their years « 1 Indian w ater rights; tribal eco p i hard work on the road to nomies depend on it. The Indian re-instatement. These tribes were water problem has been one of /hosts of ATNI this year. ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ . the Indians biggest problems The meeting was termed as fe siO Spilyay Tymoo photo b y . mainly in the western states. s one of the, best in many years Indian w ater rights were recog (for the ATNI, with one of the A r t Bensell, S iletz Tribe, being one o f the h on ored guests a t . banquet, sings “Y ou A re S o B eau tifu l” before the banquet nized by the Supreme Court of Hargest turnouts. underway. the U nited States in Winters vs U n ited S ta te s, fro m w hich em anates the body of law com monly referred to as the W in Indian crafted items needed for shop The Kah-Nee-Ta Village Craft Shop will be opening M arch 1 for the 1985 season. We wOuld like to offer unique, Indian- crafted items for sale to our guests. Have you any items that could be sold in our shop? If so, please contact Bernyce C ourt ney at the Kah-Nee-Ta Village C raft Shop, phone num ber, 553-1112, ext. 459. Consignment is available for all items suitable for sale in our shop. Also needed at the Craft Shop historical photographs, prefer able of all three Tribes, to be used to produce postcards. I T hank you for your involve ment with your local Indian businesses. Your involvement creates a better future for Kah- Nee-Ta and the Confederated Tribes. I/IZ/C program office hours set The W IC office is open for voucher pick-up on the following days at thé following times: W ednesday, Thursday and Fri day 8;30 a.m .-12:00 noon and l;00 p.m. to 4:30 p.m. Please pick-up your vouchers only on the above days at the designated times. M onday and Tuesday are for adm inistrative and train ing purposes. The only exceptions to the above schedule are: 1. New pre natal women who aren’t already on the program ; 2. New post partum women who are breast feeding; 3. Newborns, and 4. New clients who are transfering from another area. Well Child Clinics are on the first and third Thursday of each month, so if at all possible, try to have your child/children re Spilyay Tytnoo photo by Miller certified on these days. Our intent is to proyide qual- D a v id M atheson, C hairm an o f th e C ouer d ’A lene Tribe, the k eyn ote speaker a t the A T N I m eeting in itÿ services to our people. Thank Eugene, speaking on the to p ic o f th e recom m en dation s su b m itted b y the com m ission to th e P residen t you for your cooperation. H on reservation econom ies. Young author offering interesting short stories, novel leeh M iranda have each written Bobb, encouraging him to con He has a flair for the unusual tinue with his writing. Marvel and almost absurd—his imagi Comics has even asked Bobb nation runs a bit to the far out to contribute. side. But it appears for Freder Bobb is the son of Glenn Ray ick Bobb, a 15-year-old sopho more at M adras High School, and Myrna Bobb. Bobb and his that the absurd is the norm -fe one brother and two sisters live in West Hills. From his bed the quirkier, the better. room window, Bobb has a quite Though not all his offerings norm al view d f our quiet Warm are “strange” or spooky, Bobb Springs. But what flows from has been recognized by some of his typewriter sitting in front of the w orld’s leading horror wrij that window belies normality ters and movie producers for his and quietness. Bobb’s style is an endeavors. Stephen King, Steven easy reading style, one which Spielberg, Jo h n Saul and K ath -/g rip s you at the first sentence. by Donna Behrend The Way It Is... The reader can alm ost expect a quick and undescribable, eerie twist in the plot. Bobb attributes much of his writing success to school friends and teachers. One teacher, Irene Conroy, recommended him for a science fiction writing class for high school juniors. With his unusual flair he should do very well. Bobb’s goals for the future include meeting famous writers and working for Spilyay Tymoo. He loves to write, he says. In fact, if he were given a noun, he could write a novel on the sub ject. The first installment'pf Bobb’s short story, entitled “The Way It Is,” appears on this page. It is not at all weird, strange or far out. Bobb offers us a sensitive glance at what it’s like for a young boy to move to the reser vation of his ancestors and grand father. We hope our readers enjoy the story, which will appear in the next several issues of Spi lyay Tymoo, and also appre ciate the efforts of a young man whose creativity abounds. Who knows, in ten year s time, we may be saying, we knew him when. . . ■■ Story depicts life on reservation who might be returning to the reservation. Or perhaps waiting The T railw ays bus pulled; for people who had for the first slowly into the somewhat dis- ’ time gone to the reservation just mal city of W arm S prings, as Harold had. I H arold stepped off the bus to Oregon in early July. It carried a 15-year-old boy who would, give the surroundings a glance. for the first time in his life, see It was clean, and very neat in his own people. Harold Simp order. In fact, it was better off son and his mother had decided, than some places he had seen in that it was time for him to move the city he was so truthful to. to the small town of Warm He felt a jolt of relief, thinking Springs when they had come to that perhaps it just wasn’t the the conclusion that maybe his way he had heard. T hat some culture would soon die off. If people, started to talk of things, that were to happen, H arold and as they say, one lie always would feel badly that he had leads to another. Maybe these never gotten to know how his people had to tell lies in order to g ran d fath er had lived—co n make them selves look more sidering his grandfather had not educated and better than the next person. too many years of life left. Quickly, all the pickups left But he had been somewhat scared, as well as curious. W hat i the parking lot with their pas- would he do if. when he arrived, [sengers except for one. This. the Indian kids would beat him Harold guessed, must be his up? Would he have a choice of grandfather. Picking up his two bags, he moving back to New York to live with his mother? Or would walked in a sluggish manner they hold him here, and turn toward the pickup which was him into a savage as he had decorated in such a way to heard they all were? His friends make one believe that his grand at the school in New York had f a t h e r was related in some way told him to be cautious about , to cowboys .‘It had what looked to be ropes painted on the sides what toilets he should use. They were all sure he’d return with a of the pickup to give an ex tra veneral disease or some disease ordinary pattern that was very that was even worse. This scared unique in a way. Unkown to him. and he thought about cal Harold at the time the decora tive exterior showed the per- ling his m other to ask her to I sonality of his grandfather. The send him enough money to return true color of the pickup was a home. But he’d at least give it a light shade of blue which went try to see how everything worked . very well with the mirror-like out. The doors of the bus opened bumpers and the white vinyl slowly to reveal several cars and seats. Harold would be somewhat pickups waiting for a person by Frederick Bobb Spilyay Tymoo photo by Behrend F ifteen -year-old F rederick B o b b w rites w ith an unusual fla ir— one that's b o th en joyable an d interesting. S p ily a y T y m o o Coyote News * « « « * « * * Spilyay Tymoó S ta ff* * ♦ ♦ * .* * MANAGING EDITOR .............................. ............ Sid Miller ASSISTANT EDITOR ........................... . Donna Behrend D arkroom Writer R eporter Typesetter Marsha Shewczyk- Pi-n- L c io -B .i^ e ' P riscilla Squiem phen FOUNDED IN MARCH OF 1976 Published bi-weekly by the Confederated Tribes of the Warm Springs Reservation of Oregon. Warm Springs, Oregon 97761. Located in the Old Administration Building. Any written material to Spilyay Tymoo should be addressed to: Spilyay Tymoo P.O. Box 735 Warm Springs, Oregon 97761 Phone 553-1644 or 553-1161, Ext. 274, 285 and The Darkroom ext. 286 Subscription Rate: $6.00 per year t • r 1 t embarrassed if he were to reach the pickup and find that it wasn’t his grandfather. But how could he be sure if he didn’t ask. He walked haltingly toward the pickup, unsure due to the fact that there was a very profes sional-looking man sitting in the pickup. The man had on a business suit w hich alm o st matched the color of his pickup and a pair of glasses which seemed to have lenses too large for the pure black eyes that rested behind them. The man had an appearance of a New York businessman, right down to the narrow tie that hung around his neck. They were wrong, H arold thought. They told me when I’d get here, some old and crazy, man in beads and buckskin would approach me, and begin talking a strange language I wouldn’t be able to understand. Then, we’d get onto our horses and ride off to the old m an’s teepee. H arold’s mind began to work on the thought of this man sleeping in a teepee, and he almost blurted out a laugh that would send the man home in an instant. But the man just stared ah e ad , as if to know w hat H aro ld ’s tho u g h ts had been telling him. Haroid walked around the pickup until he was on the driv er’s side. Almost scared to ask, he stuck his head in the view of the man, and said, “Would you happen to be Mr. Fred Bobb?” The man sat looking straight ahead. For a moment, Harold Q 1 thought that this m man might not be his grandfather after all. Just when he was sure that this wasn’t his grandfather, the man replied, “Get in, H arold.” The man paused. “ My only grandson.” The title alm ost sent Harold into tears. It wasn’t the words, but the way the old m an had said it. It was a voice that sounded lonesome. Very lone some. But why? The man had all his own people here. Why should he be lonesome for a person he hadn’t even met be fore? Maybe, H arold’s thoughts be gan talking to him again, maybe it’s just all in your head. Maybe this man d id n ’t care if you ever came to the reservation to see your people. Maybe your mind is just thinking that you’re too special to be here. Harold loaded his bags in the rear of the fascinating pickup and approached the passenger side of the pickup. Settling himself down into the unfamiliar seat, Harold ex tended his hand. “I’m Harold Simpson, and I’m glad to meet you.” The old man just sat looking straight ahead as if to see some th in g th a t was invisible to H arold. Fred Bobb put the pickup in first gear, and they drove away from Warm Springs toward Simnasho. H aro ld S im p so n , H aro ld thought, you’re off to one hell of a start. End of the first installment. Future editions of Spilyay will carry subsequent installments. « k s x tin r k t t k o t t l l l C
