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Northwest tribes gather for mid-year conference
February 15,1985
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“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
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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.
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the Indians biggest problems
The meeting was termed as fe siO
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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
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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. . .
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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
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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.
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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
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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.
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