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Fall. Mrs. Ianucci, the babysitter, had a scar that, as I remember it, resembled in shape and dimension the continent of South America. She had stepped into her backyard, no doubt hearing dogs bark, to see what was going on, and had thought in her haste only to button the top button of her sleeveless blouse, and there it was, emblazoned like a tattoo atop her protruding hard stomach, the purple scar. Behind her the canopy of a weeping willow fell like a curtain. It was morning. In the bright light she looked as if she were on a stage, alone and there for me to see.
Mable McKay: Weaving the Dream – Preface
“Everything’s going to burn,” Mabel said. “That’s what I see now.”
She was looking at the very dry, late September hills near Highway 80, just east of Fairfield. We were on our way back to the Rumsey Wintun Reservation, where Mabel was living at the time, after she’d given a talk to several students and faculty at Stanford University about her doctoring and basket weaving.
On the 190th Anniversary of the San Rafael Mission
A little over a month ago, on December 15, while driving from my home on Sonoma Mountain to San Rafael, where a gala was scheduled at the reconstituted San Rafael Mission, now a cathedral, celebrating the mission’s 190th anniversary, I found myself thinking, not of my planned keynote address, but of a Coast Miwok boy in jail.