Colorado High School, Highschool Ganado, Colorado Springs discussed on The Storyteller

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Style. Good day welcome my friends to the storyteller where you'll find first nations people from across native north america who are following. Jesus christ without reservation on today's program we'll hear from a navajo woman who grew up in difficult circumstances but it was in those hard times that she learned to survive. Hello my name is janet martinez manappl- ending from the novel reservation. Though i'm in oklahoma now where ken and having a family here. My thoughts always back to the childhood. That i have had under vacation. I have two brothers and one sister that i grew up with and <hes>. My father was the fifth generation of medicine. Man my two brothers never took up the trade so he was the end of the medicine men in our generation. My mother was <hes>. A high school graduate and was attended a nursing school when she <hes>. Got sick and she had to return home. She was one of two children of my grandmother. Who was who was a deaf mute. So that's how my father mother matt. He was married to my aunt and since she came back and started taking care of my oldest brother. I never thought of him as <hes>. As a cousin. We've always said you know he will. All brothers and sisters would never made that distinction between the family but she had returned home and she died of tuberculosis. My mother and dad got together like that. Taking care of the the one son that he's had and eventually they had gotten together and hit the three of us which <hes>. We grew up on a reservation. Like i said my two older brothers and my sister went to private school on reservation. They called ganado mission but <hes>. My family always well especially my dad. He always wanted me around. Hit at want me to leave. He said that three kids had gone on to a private school. And but this is my last daughter out you know. Let me let me. Just keep her at home. Some of the head agreed. And i went to cornell. Highschool ganado is a little bitty town probably about ten miles or fifteen miles from st michael's and it was a public school but was <hes>. About six years old. When i first started kindergarten because my aunt had died of tuberculosis my mother head caught that the burqa losses and also my grandmother and so they were sent to colorado springs for two years to sanatorium to get well and come back and she made that sacrifice for my sister and i to go to that boarding school all we did were were housed there and then we were bus. After two years. She was cured and she came back to the reservation. We went back with our father in <hes>. Went to the public school. We got we move closer to the highway. Which will walk in like about eight miles to the highway to catch the bus in the during the wintertime. That was real trying time for us and so we move closer to the highway which was like a quarter of mile off highway. We move to continue to go to canario graduated from colorado high school. But all during this time. That i was going to school and in my <hes>. My teenage years my parents. My mother didn't drink but my father was an alcoholic. I remember him times coming home and beating up my mom and pour wine on her head because she wouldn't drink it and it was. It was a very scary time for for my sister's nine. Somehow sometimes we she would get away and she takes the two of us and we run away and stay in the woods and just huddled together and freeze and until he went to slave or he passed out or you know our gone went somewhere would come home and it was. It was difficult childhood that we've had but still my mother didn't drink and so that was. That was good for us. But for some reason she started drinkin- we were when i was about eight years old. I had a couple of beers and just graduated by the time i graduated from high school. She was a full blown alcoholic. I mean it just. It just took care of everything from from our home. They were never home. When you're under the summertime out of school. I would have to herd sheep with my death mute grandmother. We were out there weeks at a time and they would never return home that go on a drunk and they'd never come and there was times that we just practically run out of food and so i told my grandmother one day i was probably ten or eleven which is out of food and she head she had noted some grease in the some lard in a little pain and she put salt in it and she and i had a piece of bread and we just dip our bread and in the in the make sure there was what we had for dinner

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