Reissue Of blog from July 5, 2016, with updates
July 22, 2021

In early l960, when I was around 7 years old, I saw this photo of this old lady displayed in the Milwaukee Public Museum. She was walking outdoors in the winter, wearing just a shawl and scarf over her head. I wanted to give her my winter coat to warm her.
Fast forward to the year 2000, thirty-seven years later I come across this very same photo! Lo and behold, the picture is hanging on a wall at my sister, Sherry’s home! I was just totally surprised to see this picture again. As mentioned in my book, I asked my sister where she got this picture from? Why was it hanging on her wall? It is so ironic that for many years I thought about this old lady in this photo. Her image never escaped my mind. Well, Sherry told me the lady was our Great-great grandmother, Elizabeth Hill-Huff-Denny. Sherry was surprised I didn’t know this. I was surprised to see this photo again! I can’t say it’s spooky that this photo appeared in my life again. I feel it was spiritual and meant to be. I sometimes feel like the picture was there to tell me something. After I learned I was a great great grand-daughter of this elder Oneida lady, I needed to find out more about her. I began to research Elizabeth. She could only speak Oneida. Wow! I would’ve loved to have met her and learned some Oneida from her. I would have given her a hug to let her know I love her. Though I can’t speak Oneida, I know hugs are universal. We all understand what a hug means no matter what languages we speak, no matter what ethnicity. Elizabeth was a very feisty, independent woman. She was proud of her Oneida background. I realize that because she had her Oneida culture and language, she knew exactly who she was. Elizabeth would have learned English, if she were allowed to continue to speak Oneida and to be herself, Oneida. The U.S. government wouldn’t allow her to be anything but assimilated white.
Today is July 22, 2021. Things have changed since I first wrote the blog above. But, I am still blogging about my book, Sky Woman Lives in Me. If you want to visit my blog site, here is where you can go to find it https://skywomanlivesinme.blog To write to me for questions go to bobbie@skywomanlivesinme.blog
Being 2021, we have a new President of our country, President Biden. There is also an Indigenous woman in charge of the Department of Interior, Deb Haaland. Canadian Residential Indian Boarding Schools are finding unmarked graves of Indigenous Children buried on school grounds! The United States is conducting research on the Indian Industrial Boarding Schools, to see if missing Indigenous children may be buried on Indian Boarding Schools grounds here in America. This is long overdue. Genocide of Indigenous people and their children is a hidden stain, a holocaust that happened right here in our country. I continue to share my story. It is my hope that everyone reading this blog, will help share their stories of their experiences with the Indian Industrial Boarding Schools that were here around the turn of the century and on. Yes, it is very painful talking about the mistreatment of relatives or our ancestors attending Boarding Schools. To date, there are over 367 Indian Boarding Schools in the US. If you had a relative attend an Indian Boarding School here in the US, please share your story! Share to the National Native American Boarding School (NABS); Barb Landis at Carlisle, Pa; Marsha Small; Denise Lajimodiere; Lu White; your tribe! Thank you for reading this blog! Sincerely, Roberta (Bobbie) Capasso, Author of Sky Woman Lives in Me and a proud member of the Oneida of Wisconsin.


