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It-Spo-Iotisti - Truth (The Californians 1992) (6 pages)
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child-like print that did not complete the
almost individual letters. Inside, five pages
written on both sides. Blunt figures. Each
word pressed heavily into the paper. I could
not read it but I could feel the message. “A]
tr az” was in the first paragraph, broken and
scattered, but there. At the very bottom of
the final page running out of space and
evidently out of paper, he scrawled his
name. It curved down just past the right
hand corner. The last letter of his name,
“n”, did not fit: Craven Gibso. It was winter,
1971. I hurried to his home.
Grandfather Craven Gibson lived at Atwam, 100 miles east of Redding, California
in a little shack out on the flat land. His
house was old and crooked just like in a
fairytale. His belongings were few and they,
too, were old and worn. . always wanted to
know his age and often asked some of the
older of our people if they could recall when
Grandfather was born. After silences that
rned to Pit River country. A
didark winternights of a cold
back to Pit River country, too.”
sometimes spanned more than a year they
always shook their silver-grey heads and
answered: “I dunno. He was old and wrinkled with white hair for as long as I can
remember. Since I was just a child.” He
must have been born between 1850 and
1870.
Thanksgiving weekend. It is this time of
the year when . think about Grandfather
and his ordeal. I keep promising myself that
I will write his story down because it is time