Grandmother's Stories

My grandmother was the greatest storyteller I have known. In her soft voice, she spoke of heroes and giants, of evil deeds and of mysterious spirits. Sometimes her stories were short, others epic, but she always managed to hold my brother and me completely under her spell. She seemed to have an infinite supply, at times telling a tale of the West Coast peoples and then a story from the prairies, the East or lands in the north. Many of the stories my grandmother told me are buried in the mist of my lost youth, so Ive turned to other friends with more vivid memories to help me understand the source of how we came to be here and how we belong on this earth. These stories speak of the magic and mysticism that feed our need to understand who we once were; they are a timeless window onto a world when the People were first created.