Wednesday, January 16, 2019

Lost Sister


Our household was full of women, who overwhelmed my uncle Charlie and sometimes confused me with their bustle and chatter. We were the only men in the place. I was nine years old when still another woman came—Aunt Bessie, who had been living with the Indians.
This gorgeous Dorothy M. Johnson story is based in part on Cynthia Ann Parker’s abduction by the Comanche Indians and her giving birth the to the chief Quanah Parker.
This theme of a reluctant return to “society” is a common one, but here it is handled with a gentle grace as seen through a child’s eyes.
Beautifully done.

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