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Grandma Grace

I spent summers with grandma in her cabin about half-way between Peckwan and Weitchepec in Northern California.  Bigfoot Country. Tall trees, clear rivers, bone-deep poverty, and wild salmon. Land of the Yurok. Grandpa lived in the cabin too but he … Continue reading

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Elusive Memory

One of my first memories is of being naked in a round aluminum wash tub.  Dust motes float like fairies in streams of light from the tiny window over Grandma’s kitchen sink.  A wood plank floor has gaps that reveal … Continue reading

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Origins of Bigfoot Blues

My grandma and grandpa lived near Peckwan when I was a toddler.  If you aren’t one of the lucky folks who live in the far north of California, you’ve got no idea where that tiny community is. Unless you’re a … Continue reading

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