During the 1940s and 1950s a small Native American boy lived with his grandparents in a little brown house on the rolling prairie of the Yankton Sioux Reservation. Choteau Creek, the eastern boundary of the reservation, ran no more than fifty yards from the house, but for Joseph Iron Eye Dudley it was a river running between two different worlds. Now, his inspiring, deeply felt story of childhood on the South Dakota prairie evokes that time and place where material goods were few, but where life was rich in wonder and miracles that celebrated the joys of Earth and Spirit alike.
Here, vividly told, are his grandmother's memories of the Ghost Dance of the Sioux people; the coming of the dead to take the spirit of a dying young man; and a boy's growing awareness of the divine in the seasons of Nature and the passages of human life. A beartiful book, detined to become an American classic, Choteau Creek captures the power of Native American traditions and a family's unconditional love.
It's a most interesting narrative of the author's life with his grandparents. They lived in a small house at the edge of the reservation which they heated with coal, wood and kerosene soaked corncobs. The author tells about life in that house, a winter that he never forgot and the stories his grandparents told about the life that they lived. It's a gentle reminiscence that captures life of those precious years. There are memories that lets the reader think about the beliefs of his family and incidents that verify those beliefs. The love of his family obviously flows from generation to generation.