SPILYAY TYMOO
warm Springs, Oregon
June 29, 2000 5
New Pizza business offers free delivery Starr Stick Game Tournament Results
t'Sonny's Pizza Delivery
:.Opened June 23, 2000, along
Highway 26 (next to Texaco Sta
tion). i.Hours are: 11:00 a.m. to 7:30 p.
rm. daily
Phone (541) 553-9226
Types of Pizza's
j-Canadian Bacon with or without
pineapples
"iPepperoni
-Sausage
-Italian Salami
-Combination:
Canadian Bacon
Sausage
1 Beef
-Indian Taco Pizza
-Cheese Pizza
-Make your own pizza
Prices vary, usually $12, $14,
$16
Extra Ingredients:
Tomatoes, Mushrooms, Olives,
Green Peppers, Jalepenos,
pineapples, sour cream.
Special 1 $25.50
Large Pizza
(no more than 3 toppings)
& Small Pizza
i (no more than 3 toppings)
& a 2 liter of pop
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1st Place won $2,500 - Paula Wahslse from Warm Springs, OR
2nd Place won $1,500 - Luke Wahpat team from Wapato, WA
3rd Place won $1,000 - George Shongutsle team from Wyoming
4th Place won $250 - Rod Williams team from White Swan, WA
Starr Stick Game Raffle Results
1) Fuzzy blanket won by Jack Espy 2) Fuzzy blanket won by Robert Burton 3)
TV won by Tim Kerr 4) Pendleton blanket won by Bear Tracks 5) VCR won by Alice
Charles 6) Drum won by Bear Tracks 7) Necklace won by Keith Moody 8) Bath
products won by James Halliday 9) Horsehair hat band won by Mariah Brisbois 10)
Shawl won by Bear Tracks 11) $100 cash won by Bear Track 12) Nintendo won
by Chesley Yahtin 13) Handgame set won by Rueben Eyle 14) Pendleton blanket
won by Nettie Dickson 15) Silver earrings won by Jimmy Culps 16) Small drum
won by Hiram Yaw 17) Horse design vest won by Antone Torres 18) 2 small pillows
won by Robert Burton 19) Cap won by Hiram Yaw 20) Pendleton blanket won by
Jim Bean
Native American Business Alliance convention on tap
The Native American Business
Alliance Convention 2000 is
scheduled for July 10-12, 2000 at the
Hyatt Regency Hotel in Dearborn,
Michigan.
Bringing the Circle Together
This convention will provide an
opportunity as unique as the native
culture itself. Imagine a convention
where you don't just listen to
speeches, you participate.
Meet one-on-one with
representatives from some of the
largest corporations in America.
Sit in talking circles with other
Native Businesses, Tribes, and
Corporations to discuss topics of
interest to you.
Share your experiences and
benefit from theirs.
Learn how to do business with
the large corporations of America at
the same time you network with other
Native Business owners.
Take advantage of the
opportunity to learn how Tribes
operate, what they buy, and what
they sell.
John Mitchell prepares pizza for the oven. He is one of three em
ployees at Sonny's Pizza.
High Desert Dance performs at Prineville
Annual Art contest open for 17 years and under
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Arts and Kids is pleased to announce
that $38,000 in prizes and scholarships
will be awarded this year in it's Annual
ArtCbmpeuuon.Studentsfrom the Warm
Springs area, particularly beginners are
; welcome to try to win their share of over
; 1 15prizes.ThedeadIine for the contest is
; July 31, 2000. The contest is open to
;everyone 17 years of age and younger
;and entry is FREE.
; '."Everyone will enjoy an equal chance
: of winning the contest since entrants will
be judged using age-appropriate stan
dards, stated Suzanne Lawrence, Con
test Director. "Many of the artists who
enterthis contest will gain national recog
nition through the publication of their
artwork," continued Lawrence.
Inadditiontothe 1 15scholarshipsand
prizes totaling $38,000 that will be
awarded to young artists, a $1000 grant
will be awarded to the schools of the five
finalists for art education or to provide
supplies or art-related technology.
To enter, send ONE original work of
art, any style and any medium. All entries
must include the child's name, address
Seeking individuals continued from page one
621B-Angelique M. Faulk
625A-Anna Lee Scott
628A-Cecil A. Fitzwater
659Q-Kristine Lynette Foster
659S-Carmela M. Foster
685P-David P. Touchine
699A-Amelia B. Frost
711B-Avery Charles
729D-Rosalie A. Munoz
771A-Carl L. Brown
77 IE-Randolph James Dickens
831B-Bobby Joe Haskins;
831c-Edwin Robert Haskins;
831D-Jimmy Duane Haskins;
831E-Cheryl Lee Barnes;
831F-Robin Jewel Haskins;
831G-Nathaniel Robert Haskins;
846A-Marie F. Haymon;
846B-Margaret Haymon Lassiter;
847A-Claudia L. Colley;
847B-Mary H. Reed; 856A-Irven
W. Holt; 856H-Delwin Percy
Ball; 904A-Tianna Lovett
Conney; 904D-Quinn T. Conney;
904E-Allen Keith Nelson;
922B-Wilford Dean Hill;
950E-Medina McQuackay;
950F-Corrina M. Eastman;
957B-Lyla E. Manjo;
1034G-Judith Jackson;
1056Y-Denise Arkinson;
1059B-Roger Hugo Lugo;
1068C-Blanche Van Uden;
1068F-Felicia Jackson Bussell;
1068G-Loren Dean Jackson;
1074L-Gilbert Daniels;
1157J-Buddy Wasson;
H1166-Carol Ann
Stickeler-Estate; 1173B-Jim H.
Tupper; 1173C-Terry Lynn
Tupper; 1175B-Buford Johnson
Jr.; 1175M-Deborah V. Johnson
Smith; 1175N-George Buford
Johnson; 1183C-Lonnie P.
James-Estate; H1921-Ruth Ann
Miller; 1198AE-Gary Duane
Baker; 1205H-Larry Douglas
Dunagan; 1238A-Virgina Kirk;
1292B-John Milson Vaughn;
1294D-James Carl Cooper;
130IA-Joyce Matthews;
1303B-Margaret Lopez;
1307T-Melvira Yvonne Lugo;
1369B-Elouise McKee Dick;
1369F-Ramona Mary Isgrigg;
1369J-Robert Jack;
1369K-Lorraine Kizer;
1369L-Elliott Dick Jr.;
13690-Morgan Villard McKee
Jr., 1387D-Matthew Anthony
McNair; 1429A-Tom Paul Miller;
1446C-Murry Allen Harris;
1446D-Connie Lee Ross;
1446F-Carey Edith Orona;
1471M-Lee
1471V-Janice
1471Y-Galen
1476C-Irene
R. Travis;
Carrow;
Dale Deshon;
McLaughlin';
1497A-Mary 1 Louise ' Dunn;
1525R-Mary Edith Chester;
1591A-Cleo M. Pearson;
1592D-Mary Catherine Walker;
1604A-Joe Vigil; 1626E-Samuel
Sidney Allman; 1657C-Manual
Reyes-Deceased;
1708A-Jack J. Rybka;
1735E-Valena A. Sargeant;
1736A-Arthur R. Reyes;
1738A-Donna . Sargeant;
1758Q-Kevin Wayne Scott;
1770C-Julie Ann Shadley;
1770E-Ronald Lorea Shadley;
1775F-Charlie Neil
Pritchett;1785B-Pamela Diane
Letzerich; 1785G-Sheryl Lynn
Shuey; 1786K-Mark Allen
Mitchell; 1786L-Elizabeth Ann
Martinez; 1792C-Walter
Rasmussen; 1796J-Alice Francis
Delorme; 1796L-Jerry Steven
Delorme; 1 843B-Dorothy L.
Souza; 1853B-Orson M. Stearns;
1867H-Carmen L. Hovey;
18657J-Carmen L. Hovey;
1867J-Beverly Benton;
1867K-Francis D. Wilder;
1868A-Frank G. Suter;
1878F-Ronald Allen Taylor;
1891A-Merlin Keith Neale;
and age on the back. Artwork should be
sent to: Arts and Kids; Suite 101-21 1 1,
3600 Crondall Lane, Owings Mills, MD
21 1 17. Entries must be postmarked by
July 31, 2000.
Arts and Kids is an organizations
dedicated to bringing the work of young
artists to the public's attention. In the last
ten years, they have awarded over
$ 100,000 to talentedartists,mostof whom
have never before entered, or expected to
win, any rypeof artisticcompetition. You
can visit their website at
www.ArtsandKids.com.
5th Annual Camp
meeting set
J ubilation Revivals announce their
5th Annual Camp meeting set for
July 20, 21, 22, 2000 at the Tulalip
Tribal Reservation in Tulalip,
Washington.
Special guest speaker is Re v. Lott
Thunder from Red Lake, Ontario,
Canada All nationalities are wel
come to come! f i
Services begin at 7 p.m. nightly at
the Tulalip Tribal Office grounds.
Hosts are JR and Debbie Williams.
Sponsored by Merle Williams
Ministeries and the Jubilation Revival
Center. For more information call
(360) 659-1777 between 8 a.m. - 5 . ;
p.m. Take Exit 199 Marysville,
Tulalip turn left at light and follow
sign.
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High Desert Dance Arts studio held their annual performance at the Crook County High School Audito
rium June 24, 25, 2000. Dancers performed ballet, tap dance and jazz dance for their parents and relatives.
Heroes among you, thanks Warm Springs Hotshots
1893H-Mary Jayne Hurtado;
1906A-Louis Gutiervez;
1929A-Juanita A. Kay;
1961A-Jose Antonio Lopez;
1961A-Aileen Chocktoot Sayer;
1991P-Ila Chocktoot Mason;
1992B-Carl R. Brown;
2002C-Bonnie Marie Whitehorse;
2033D-Darrell Swain;
2043A-Edward Ohearn;
2046H-Alberta Edna Williams;
20461-Robert Wilbert Bruce;
2046J-Roberta Jean Bruce;
2046K-Emiliano Glenn Williams;
2046L-Jeannie
20460-Jerome
2046P-Ronnie
2094R-Theresa
2095G-Richard
2120B-Irene
2121A-Margaret Lopez
Miller;
Culps Jr.;
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Culps;
Wilson;
Poitras;
Wright;
Team looking for support & sponsors
We are a women's walking team
from the Warm Springs Health and
Wellness Center. Our team name is
Lost in Pace. We have participated in
the Portland to Coast walking relay
the last two years. The Hood to Coast
Portland to Coast is a large event
with the American Cancer Society
benefiting from money that is raised
by this relay. Many of the teams in
this event are sponsored by compa
niescorporations that provide the
uniform, vans, lodging, food and
entry fees. Our team has been
self-sponsored raising money for our
entry fees, lodging, gas, food, etc.
We are planning a raffle to raise
money for our team. The drawing
will be held August 1st. Tickets will
be $1.00 each or 6 tickets for $5.00.
Tickets can be purchased by con
tacting any of the team members
listed below. We also plan a bake
sale. The dates will be posted at a
later date. Watch for the Lost in Pace
flyers.
Lost in Pace Team Members:
Judy Budd, Grace Cho (sub for
Shirley Earl), Debbie Hansen
(sub for Margarita Gonzales),
Joy Harvey, Becky Hunt-Lucei,
Shari Marrazo, Sharon Miller
(team captain), Michelle Najera
(co-captain), Coleen Reed,
Jeannie Sejler, Earlynne
Squiemphen, Sara Thomas
To the editor,
There are heroes among you. Not
afraid of the dark. Not afraid of fire.
Not afraid to be alone in the dark in
the fire. How many of us can say
that? Not me! I was scared from the
minute the fire stared on our moun
tain.: The Viveash Fire. Great, they
named a fire after our ranch.
This really is a long story made
short, but the fire started on Memo
rial Day 2000 about ten miles up a
rocky ridge from the town of Pecos.,
NM. Our ranch starts a mile further
up so when you have really dry trees
walled up in flame just outside your
gate, well.. ..times they get exciting.
And scary. I fought the fire alone
with a couple of my friends the first
night. There were USFS engines up
there but they didn't have any orders
and without orders, all these fine
olive green fire trucks and their crews
just sat around watching the air
tankers and helicopters try and con
tain a fire that was spreading rapidly
to the north and east towards my
ranch and up to the north towards the
Pecos Wilderness. Everyone dreads
the day that tinderbox full of fuel
goes up, and after the recent Los
AlamosCerro Grande Fire there were
a lot of fire fighting resources in our
area.
It's dry. Lots of fuel. No logging
on public lands you know. In a real
fire we were very outgunned and
with all the Forest Service guys
waiting for orders and not helping
us, we had to fall back that Monday
night and let the fire advance unop
posed through the night toward my
fence line. Contrary to what the Forest
guys were all saying on the radio and
in person, the fire was not out of
control. That night the wind hardly
blew at all. Three forty year old ci
vilians with shovels were making
some semblance of a fire line in the
crackling needles. We just might have
stopped it with experienced leader
ship, a Dozer and the Umpqua boys
but they come until the next night
after the fire had really gone wild on
us. Tuesday the fire did get out of
control. Way, way, way out of con
trol. Our little valley acted like a
draft tube to suck air up into it and we
got what is known as a Plume Driven
Event. We had a mushroom cloud
over our heads that easily went up to
40,000 feet. Our valley to the east
;' went up in smoke literally straight up
into the atmosphere in a matter of
hours. As temperatures reached 1 000
degrees Fahrenheit, every flammable
thing for miles spontaneously ignited
and the future supply of wood for our
family sawmill was gone. So much
for Ten Year Plans. The Bible says
"you do not know what a day will
bring" I can vouch for that.
So it burned all day Tuesday. Out
of control. Literally hundreds of
Slurry Bomber runs along our
ridge-line stopped the fire as it vi
ciously draped itself over towards us
all throughout the afternoon. The
bosses had made up their minds to
anchor the fire in our large clearing
on the side of the Viveash Mesa at
over 9500 feet. Our meadow is grazed
short by sheep, horses and a chubby
little herd of pigs. Anchoring the fire
there meant that even if the fire went
all around us, we would stay and
defend the meadow that our cabin,
barns and sawmill are in. Backyard
adventure indeed!
The fire was stopped just above us
by the bombers but the fire cloud and
smoke sill towered over us as nightfall
came on. Still, no firefighting on the
ground. Lots of personnel who had
stood ready to fight if our yard lit up,
but no crews in the woods actually
doing anything. If I sound a bit put
out Bureaucracy has not place in
a fire. Albert Einstein said, "Bu
reaucracy is the death of initiative"
I say, "If reasonable people can
not make reasonable decisions in a
reasonable time frame in desperate
circumstances all will be lost."
A big, new bulldozer had sat on
it's trailer, the truck running, ready
to come up and help. Monday night,
but the USFS would not release it
without a 'safety inspection' Oh how
I could have used that machine out in
the woods with two other guys
scratching a line in the dark. No joy.
We evacced what we could of my
machinery and stuff from our old
cabin but there seemed nothing at all
to do but spectate with the rest of the
Forest Service in our yard. Our
Structure Protection team had bull
dozed us a new circle drive way and
chopped down most of the frees in
our immediate area. Welcome all
welcome, but what a mess! Wait and
watch the fire all day.
Tuesday evening we were all
pretty much in shock. We had clearly
lost thousands of acres of our once
pristine ranch. The fire raged and the
outcome was very much in doubt I
would not be taking my shoes to
sleep that night!
As the sunset passed on towards
darkness something happened!
All that was missing was the bugle.
You know, dat tat dat tat dat tat dat ta,
dat tat dat tat dat ta dat ta daaaaaaaa!
The Cavalry came at last!
A train of long red Ford Crew
Cabs came trailing each other up our
steep mountain road into the fire camp
that used to be my yard. Past my
daughters unfinished two story
playhouse and up to the flat grassy
knoll overlooking the Viveash
Headquarters.
The trucks, like soldiers on pa
rade, pulled up, stopped and then
backed into place side by side ready
too again at a moments notice. In the
twilight I greeted a man only called,
Dozer Boss. I helped him get his
bearings and pointed down our old
road to the south, "The fire is out
there."
Behind him the twenty men in the
trucks were unloading their gear,
sorting it on the ground and checking
each others kits. Dirty yellow packs
with water flares, an MRE perhaps
and next to these chainsaws,
McClouds and all the paraphernalia
of modern firefighting done the old
fashion way. Hard work on ground
near the fire.
Dozer Boss said in a commanding
voice but not harshly, "Gunner! Re
con south!"
That was all he said and then this
lanky guy, more legs than body it
turned to looked to me, grabbed his
pack and without a single solitary
word, headed down the lonesome
road behind us towards the towering,
flickering, fire cloud.
I was flat impressed. No argu
ment, no details. Gunner just marched
off double time, alone, no map that
could see, down a road he'd never
seen before, into the dark towards a
fire that obviously a real shocker in
it's violence even to seasoned fire
bosses and crews all around us.
Later, Dozer Boss got his dozer.
The same one that could have helped
so much the night before, released to
active duty at last. I helped as I could
with terrain and roads and such since
I built all the roads that exist up there
myself but I was tired. I felt like the
Cavalry had arrived and at last a
stinky worn out civilian could try
and rest. Smoke and fire owned my
dreams that night and I slept little,
jumping up in the dark to look out the
window, certain the fire would be
bearing down on the cabin. I rose at
first light to find that during the night,
the Warm Springs Hotshots had saved
what was left of my families 'bacon'.
They had worked with the dozer to
establish a fire line down the ridge
that separates our place east and
west. The dozer man had pushed a
line up the Chaperito Knob, a ten
thousand foot, steep faced peak and
the Warm Springs men had scatched
all night to establish the line that
ultimately saved the entire Pecos
River canyon and watershed and in
all likelihood the Wilderness as well.
These guys are the special forces
of our lives. The Green Berets, the
Seals. Nahhh! The Hotshots! Type
One, Class A on-the-line-at-night
when everyone else is scared heroes.
No guns but a million scary ways to
die. Smoke to literally die for, out in
the woods alone at night. These guys
are the best and we should all be
proud of them.
We named that ridge Gunner's
Ridge in all their honor. As long as
we live it will be called that. We
named other ridges after the
Blackfeet, Company B and we honor
Mike and his crew of five who an
chored, prepped and guarded our
home as the fire bore down. We honor
many, many of these fine men and a
few stalwart females as well. But
that night at my ranch as the fire
burned out of control, it was the
Warm Springs Hotshots that let this
getting-old mountain man get a little
sleep and saved the next day for my
kids.
God bless all of you! Watch over
and keep them and bless their fami
lies at home. Take them all home
safe one day to tell the many, many
stories they must all have.
Real live, modern day. Heroes
Respectfully,
David J. Old
V iveash Ranch, NM