He'd be sitting on the other side of the room. Before you know it, it would start moving. It worked on us the first couple times. He still gets a kick out of it. He still laughs about it.

Breath is life, and the intermingling of breaths is the purpose of good living. This is in essence the great principle on which all productive living must rest . . .; in this way each individual life may also be fulfilled.

An odd thing occurs in the minds of Americans when Indian civilization is mentioned: little or nothing.

He doesn't discuss his feelings with us. We try not to talk about it. It's hard enough as it is. ... Even if it's hurting him, he doesn't try to let it show.

He's not feeling very well. He's tired a lot. You could tell he kind of wanted to cut the visit short a bit.

From my earliest childhood memories, Clarence Ray Allen imparted the most loving, giving and generous grandfatherly spirit.