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because the doctors wouldn’t let her. No matter, the girls always went to go and see her. I
kept telling them don’t go see her. She’s going to get mad at you. When she sees you, she
gets home sick.

Dr. Murray, the Indian agent/doctor. Well that one time I heard him say that he wanted
to adopt me. I guess the answers right here, that he didn’t. He wanted to take me when I
was small. My mom didn’t want to let me go. I often ask mom, would you have done it?
She said no, you crazy. Don’t talk like that. As it was brought up, we killed it right there. I
thought I would let you know because there was a possibility. Can you imagine how I
would be raised? I wonder how I would turn out to be today. I kind of wonder sometimes.

I never saw him in life. The stories they have told, they said he was pretty good. I don’t
know how many people told him. My mom told me that he was pretty good. He lived in
town. He would come out and do his rounds and everything. After he left I don’t know
who took over and everything. That is as far as I know. Well today they name the health
centre after him. I think it’s through my mom that they got that idea, I’m not too sure. I
don’t see a plaque or anything with his name on it. All I saw was plywood, you know with
his name on it. It’s something to ponder.

As for my dad, my dad is Phillip Meguinis. He was a very knowledgeable person. I spent a
lot of time riding around and working with him. During springtime, when we are done
branding and hunting, we did just about everything together. He taught me a lot of
things. During the time he was alive, between jobs and stuff, he told me stories. He used
to say, one of these days these stories are going to come in handy. I said yeah sure. It’s
just to pass the time.

Lately over the five or four years the stories he has told me, when he was alive, are
starting to come in handy. There were stories that sounded like riddles. Sometimes when
you hear stories you have to figure it out. Now that I think about it, what he told me is
coming so true.

He was a very people person. He was liked on the reserve. I mean people didn’t hate him
for what he was. He was a person that used to joke with people and tease them. And he
was a person that used to make people laugh, just to make their day. Even if the person is
crabby, he’ll get on the person somehow and brings up the persons past. Sometimes, guys
want to kill him. He was that kind of person.

He was a very hard working person, and the last time I saw him was during Indian days.
He called me over and he had a pair of brand new gloves. He said son look what I got. He
said he has his new gloves.

After Indian days we start to work and start haying. That day he never came. On the
weekend he ended up in the hospital. I started haying without him, and a whole month of

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