This is a picture of my Mother, Alberta. She's been gone for quite a few years now but I won't ever forget her. My mother was a fluent speaker who was never given the credit for what she knew and did. Her and my mother-in-law were never honored for the hard work they did in their lives which was raise a large family with love and care and overlooked the faults of their kids and was always there to hear their kids problems of the day. I know because I went to her when things were wrong and I learned some Potawatomi words from her in the good moments. She sat in her chair and I would sit on her couch and she would tell me how to say this and that and would give me hell if I said the words wrong. She was a hard teacher. Her approach wouldn't work today because of the sensitive nature of people but it worked for me. People dont want to hear the Potawatomi words much anymore. That's their problem though. My grandson Pat ko shuk is learning her words today. He had done invocations when he was 10 years old. she would have been proud to see that, as well as my nephews who talk at times in our religion setting. Oh, I'm sorry for not writing much here anymore but I spend way too much putting my commentaries on that other social medium.