Christmas is chaos. I have to clear a path to get to my chair. But it is wonderful to have a big family. And I do have a big family. How big? Well, I have seven children, they have twenty eight children, they have eight children and they have two more children. So when you add up the kids, grandkids, great grandkids and great-great grandkids, that’s 45 people to get Christmas presents for. Thank goodness for the dollar store!
I spend so much time helping out with the kids—picking them up at school, bringing them to sports—that I often forget my own appointments. But I love it. It gives me energy and keeps me going. I’m going to live until 110. They need me!
My grandmother grew up in an orphanage and hid her Native American heritage for fear of discrimination. But I am a proud member of the Seaconke Wampanoag Tribe. We have been working to keep our culture alive—learning some of our lost rituals from tribes out west and up in Maine. I dance at pow wows regularly. My granddaughters were championship dancers themselves and I am going to make sure the great grandkids carry on the tradition.