History books tell almost nothing about the "People of the Dawnland", but that does not mean they never were. Aunt Sarah was one of these and she was also a basket maker and a healing woman who lived to see 108 winters. She was a St. Francis Abenaki, gentle and proud. Her hands always smelled of sweetgrass and they reached out to help and heal many human and animal friends along the good trail that she walked.
"If the White race ever learns what is clean and what is dirty, many of their dreaded diseases will disappear", said Aunt Sarah. "Close to the sickness lies the source and also lies the cure", the old ones claimed, and she knew that this was true. She also knew and respected the earth whom she called her mother, and she said, "The White Man will learn and stop his pollution or else he will die in his own filth, of his own volition, but the lilacs and the birds will also die and they have no choice."
Aunt Sarah was born in a wigwam, the daughter of an Indian Chief and as a young woman she crossed this land in wooden wagons with the circus. Once, she stared a cougar down and in the eight month of her pregnancy, she fought off a pack of wolves, armed only with a garden hoe, but her faith in the Great Spirit was strong and enduring...
Trudy Ann (Call) Parker is in the middle of her second stint as Town Clerk of Lunenburg, Vermont. She is also the only woman to serve as Selectman in that little hamlet where Aunt Sarah lived and died. Aunt Sarah's father was an Indian Chief and he was also Trudy Ann's Great-Great-Grandfather.*
*From the jacket.