Letter from a Former
Here is a letter from one of
the students from the years, 1969-70. I thought every one would enjoy.
Gosh! You are making me
lonesome for those good times at Chilocco. I have to say that my parents
were having a rough time, and my grandparents became my guardians in 1969 -
after asking me my thoughts (they gave me a choice!), they sent me to
Chilocco. The first night I was there, I cried - as I lay on the top bunk,
staring out over that internal courtyard, I have to admit, I cried myself to
sleep. But in the end, after graduation, I hated to leave. All the
wonderful staff there, the kids I met, some of whom I have been able to
connect with now and again, from NY, AK, FL, AZ and all points in between -
what a wonderful time - the memories of which I cherish. Had it not been
for my grandparents, I do not know where I would be now. Going to Chilocco
opened up my eyes to the world, I gained independence, and I learned there
were more Indians in this world than my Pawnees, the Poncas, Otoes and
Osages!! I was reading just now on your website about the McGilbra's....
Grace was one of our matrons at Home 5 - and she was the most darling person
I have ever known. She had a quiet elegance, but was she ever tough when
she had to be! Fortunately, I never had to find that out. And Carriasco,
to me, was a big ol' bear! I loved them both....Mom Grace and Dad C.
Thanks, Donna, for all that you do. Something needs to be done about the
buildings! I am hoping to go to the Chilocco reunion that is being held in
It is, after all, a piece of
history. I don't mind you adding it (Irene's note) to the site. You know,
I almost got tossed into the fountain - somehow managed to stay out of it!
Boy, could I tell some stories about 1969-70!