More on The Bone Rattler Series
Why I Write About The Iroquois
Touching the Lost Warriors
I was eight years old when I first ventured out on the solitary arrowhead expeditions that brought my first encounters with native American culture. The Maryland fields of my youth offered just enough rewards—a wampum bead here, a pottery shard there—to keep me scratching the earth. I remember how I would shiver with excitement when I found an intact arrowhead, realizing that I was holding something ancient in my palm, something that had last been touched by a human who lived hundreds of years earlier. I was reaching across centuries, thrilled by the knowledge that in that very spot Indians had passed, perhaps even camped there, laughing and singing around a fire. There were instants when I fancied I heard their voices in the wind. It would be years before I could put words around that strange reverie, but I now know that those early moments when I was transported to another age kindled my interest in history. There were ghosts beside me, whispering that I should not forget them.
Why I Write About Pre-Revolutionary America
“Actuated by principles of true English Lyberty, they met all hardships with pleasure, compared with those they suffered in their own country from the hands of those who should have been their friends.” – Colonel Isaac Barre, addressing Parliament in defense of American colonists, 1765.
The revolution that created our country wasn’t handed down by pundits, nor did it erupt out of some Lexington meadow in 1775; it germinated from seeds planted in the French and Indian War a generation before, and the harvest from those seeds was far from inevitable.