I like the idea of blogging to heal. That was why Larry started this. He ended up getting involved in tribal politics and feeling like he was contributing and helping out his tribe. Even tho he did post things that hurt family members. I didn't like that part and would tell him so. He was so stubborn tho. He felt all things should be put out there to be dealt with.
Some people wonder how we ended up together? Well in 1979 I attended Haskell Indian Nations University. I entered fall semester. I was doing well and enjoying my time away from home. I ended up at a bar one night. I had a thing with partying with the bands. I grew up around music and many of my friends also enjoyed music . I was wandering around and spotted a place to sit on this small stage. And there was Larry right next to me. We started talking and I remarked on his eyes. I found his eyes to be very beautiful. He had light brown eyes. We didn't talk again because we never ran into each other. I left school before the semester was over. I grew homesick for Minnesota and my family. Larry developed a crush on me and he knew and felt I wasn't around anymore. He found my home address and sent me a Yearbook. He was attending school to be a Printer and had put the school yearbooks together as part of a class project. He also sent me some poems he had written for me. Larry also sent me an invitation to his Graduation. He told me I was the only one he invited. I really like the poemsand yearbook, but found myself overwhelmed and scared to receive such loving gifts from a person I really didn't know. I showed them to my Mother and Sister. My Mom thought the gifts were nice and suggested I send him a Thank You card. It took me a few weeks to even get the courage up to go and buy that card. Well I did and it took him awhile to write back. I really wasn't expecting anything back because I tried to make the card sound as platonic as I could. Well Larry wasn't having any of that. He wrote back after he returned to Mayetta from a trip back from Western Kansas. He had gone to stay with his sister Sandy and her family for awhile. He wrote and told me that he wanted to come up and take me out to eat and a movie one day. As soon as he could get the money together. I wrote back and told him I was leading a sober life and wasn't interested in being with anyone who drank and did drugs. He wrote back and said when he did come up he wouldn't be doing any of that. We wrote back and forth for three years. Once in awhile he would call me and we would talk on the phone. During this time we both had relationships with other people. I think it was that promise of what was to be that kept those letters going between us. He would write about what he was doing and tell me his wishes and dreams. I would tell him what I wanted to do with my life. I was only 18 years old when we started and he was 28. He had already wandered the world and had many adventures that he would tell me about.