The grandmother wrapped a tiny shawl around her, and the three-year-old and the grandmother Eliza Tall Chief, danced tall and straight to the beat of the I lo’n shka drum, dancing onto the ground of the Grayhorse brush arbor.
The men danced with women forming a circle around them, she remembers, shifting their weight from one foot to the other. It was a beat and a rhythm that would remain with her, always.