As a kid, I would go up north to the Stockbridge-Munsee band of Mohican reservation in Shawano, Wisconsin and visit my Mohican Grandmother Gardner. My younger sister Sassafras and I would sit in the backseat of our white station wagon as we rode for four hours to Grandma’s house from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Our Pow Wow is traditionally in August. The picture shows my cousin Marie dressed in her regalia. While there I was five years old when I received a beautiful turquoise and rainbow beaded bracelet from my Grandmother Gardner. I immediately put it on and wonder of she made it since she does beadwork and had been teaching me to do beadwork on the loom. I remember it was a sunny warm day and running in the forest chasing my cousins. Suddenly, I looked down and noticed that my bracelet was missing. I didn’t have it for even one day. I felt like I lost a precious heirloom. Now when I go to Pow Wows I always look at other bracelets looking for bracelets that look like mine. I never have found my bracelet again it was original.