An excerpt from Delivery Delayed, Book IV in the Tales of Chetzemoka.
"…It had taken years of awkward misunderstandings before he felt like he was even beginning to understand the complex diversity of all the different kinds of Indians who lived here —why some tribes were nervous around others, and why still other Indians looked virtually indistinguishable from whites. When he'd first sailed to the islands on the northern sound he'd assumed the settlers' wives were immigrants like himself, but from the warmer countries of Europe —mail-order brides from Italy or Spain, perhaps, or even Greece or Hungary. He'd praised their English fluency (so much better than his own), but they'd only seemed irritated by his compliments. They'd been sincerely amused when he'd asked about their homelands.
"I'm from here," they would always tell him.
"But where were you born?" Isaac would persist.
"Just a little north (or a little south) of here."
Assuming his own poor English was failing him, he would try again. "But —your people? Where are your people from?"
And the answer would always remain the same, although it lost a trifle of its patience after a while…"
Photos from Native American Wives of San Juan Settlers by Karen Jones-Lamb.