Yahdahlah

Yahdahlah...

Yahdahlah-there is no groceries, no grub, what we going to eat? 
don't know Chei, we got no more food. 
Yahdahlah, no potatoes, no beans, no flour...what is there to eat.
There are some noodles in there, those old kind, old fashioned ones.
Yahdahlah, how come there isn't any food. No one is working, the old man lost his job...we got no food. Yahdahlah, what about the commodity food place in town, they have food.
The old man won't go in to the place, won't take any handouts, won't go to any churches, or relief agencies, either, he won't ask for anybody's help.
Yahdahlah, what are we going to eat, shoes, maybe the cat, maybe something else.
We don't know what we are going to do, he doesn't know how to go about it, to ask for help.
Yahdahlah, where is he! He went to town to pawn the car battery. He left a little while ago.
Yahdahlah, he
It was a long ways to town.
He is too proud Chei, to ask for help, maybe to embarrassed I guess.
He don't believe in any handouts, wants to hold his head up in the chapter house, he won't let us go in and ask for help
Yahdahlah, how we going to survive then.
We don't know, somehow we will get by he says.
The Old Man knew his son had gone for help and they told him, No assistance for you, you can work, got find a job and make some money...but we can buy you a ticket to Las Vegas...that's what the state told him...
The cold winds blow and the Chei watched as his son went on to town, wondering how they were going to make it.
There is no work, nothing on the rez to make a living at, how do you feed your kids this way, these are hard questions.
Some things have to get done no matter what and one of those is food...
Yahdahlah Chei thought, what a fix this is...
Yahdahlah...

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