fry bread dreams

It was at the Fort Duchesne Pow Wow, Saturday, July 4th.
It was at the Fort Duchesne Pow Wow, Saturday, July 4th.

There was a food stand, youi know the kind of home made one
constructed of pine tree poles, canvas top and broad leaf tree limbs
piled on top for shade. There was an icebox in the corner and a
coleman stove, there were five indian women cooking frybread, beans,
hamburgers and stew. In front of the stand the pow wow grounds was
packed; a long line of people waited to order at the counter.


A young girl, a daughter of 17 stood at the counter, her eyes twinkled
and she smiled at everyone, her hair was long and black. A group of
four came to the window, two Indian guys, fancy daners and two girls.
The tall one ordered, he was standing there in his bussells, feathers
and all ready to dance the fancy dance. His eyes were streaked with
black and red, but his smile was big. He was from somewhere up North.


The cooking stand girl asked him his order, he looked at her and said.
Do you have frybread dreams?


She looked up from her writing pad, and said, No, I just have frybread
wishes and frybread kisses.


He laughed at that and said, I am your frybread warrior. What kind of
a dude you lookin for?


She took a long look at him. She said, He has to smell like Crisco,
and be greasy all over, then he will be a real frybread warrior. He
stood there laughed and smiled at her his eyes twinkling.


She smiled back and said, what do you want with your frybread? And so
it went at the Fort Duchesne Pow Wow. rustywire