Please let me introduce you to
Elizabeth Charlene Benton Elsey Bulls Dodson
beautiful, smart, talented, busy and mother of 5
She is 3/4 Choctaw Indian
Dawes Roll #10829
One of my favorite sayings
"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree"
This is about the time my dad told me I could no longer call her
She is an inventor, she owns a patent, she is nearing 80 years old and
is still one of the most beautiful women I know.
This is an email I got from her this morning
I thought you might find this interesting. They just returned my buckskin dress this afternoon. A huge 18-wheeler truck pulled up in front of my house. They had called earlier and said they would be here with my delivery either Saturday or Sunday. It was a trucking company from Long Island, NY. He said they returned my dress and some other Native American items in Santa Fe.
There were two drivers and one of them said, "Do you mind if I shake your hand? I would like to tell everyone back home that I shook hands with a famous artist." LOL!! Anyway, I couldn't believe how well packed it was. Everything came back in perfect condition. I am very pleased to have it back. I think I had told you earlier it was on loan to the Embassy in Cotonou, Benin.
Gina, I think it is "PTL"....I had no idea when I would get it back. And, would you believe, just in time for the parade in Spearman, with the 4 generations of Choctaw Women.
Our Heritage Days Parade is May 19 and daughter Grace is Chamber President this year
The Parade theme is HERITAGE
so we got the bright idea that we would walk the parade route
Many Feathers, Little Red Bird, Yellow Feather and
Betty...yet to receive her Choctaw name
I remember a conversation I had with my mother many many years ago in which I told her I would never be able to live if something happened to her and she was no longer around.
She told me, "by that time you will have children of your own and you won't miss me that bad"
In a way, she was right...I do understand what she meant because my own children tugged
my heart and soul forward into a direction away from her
as will Grace leave me for Betty...
so...this is what I tell my children often
You are not mine
but I am yours
Mothers are a blessing and I will be counting mine this week