Archive | February 2019

When the light is Low

By, Nan Falkner

             “. . . I love the flowers, I love the daffodils.  I love the firelight when the light is low. . . That’s what we were singing when all of the sudden there was this HUGE ruckus in the next canyon over.  Don’t know what was going on.   You know, some of their friends were visiting us at the time.  The Indians seemed to be real friendly and cordial.   Well they jumped up, raised their tomahawks, and ran chanting weird songs.  All of the sudden, we heard shouting and screaming.  We were scared out of our wits!    It was scary.”

 

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This entry was posted on February 6, 2019. 73 Comments

COWBOYS IN THE TEEPEE & INDIANS IN EASY CHAIRS

by Nan Claire Falkner

“It’s about time we got some respect – We are a peace loving people!  Forget what you’ve read in those cheap nickel readers.  YOU HEAR ME?  Sorry, I didn’t mean to raise my voice.  We do tend to sit around a bonfire and drink White Lightening on holidays.  We deserve it, you know.  It’s hard being portrayed as   . . .  Wait a minute . . . .  LITTLE MAN has brought me distressing news.  I shall have to cut this documentary in half.  I must attend to an onslaught of . . . unwelcome soldiers.  I suggest you RUN NOW!“