StoryCorps: National Social History Project Records
Ordinary People Telling Their Stories to Each Other
The following story is shared by Monica Meyer
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My father, he was a full-blood German, and my
mother was full-blood Indian. And, you know, it was pretty tough in
the ‘60s growing up, you know, a half-breed, so to speak. And I must
have been about seventh grade, eighth grade, and I wasn’t doing well
in school. And I’m the oldest of three girls, so our dad packed us
up in his pickup, took us out to his old homestead land, which is
about 18 miles north of New Town in the middle of nowhere, and he
packed us some lunches and some water—all three of us girls—dropped
us off out there like at 7:00 or 8:00 in the morning and said he
wanted all the rocks picked in the northwest corner in one big pile
and that he’d come back that night to pick us up, and it better be
done. So there we were, working hard all day long. Monica Mayer is now a physician, and she practices medicine in Ft. Berthold. And she talked about her two sisters, Holly and Renee. One is a nurse, and the other is head of social services on the reservation. Read, listen and watch at: http://i2.democracynow.org/2007/12/25/storycorps_national_social_history_project_record
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