This is the story of Edith Warner. She lived as a neighbour to the Indians of San Ildefonso Pueblo, near Los Alamos.
A beautiful book to read.
"It matters not ....... that the colour of skin be different, that language be not the same, that even the gods of our fathers be known by a different name. We are people, of the same kind of human beings who live and love and go on, and I find myself ever forgetting that my friends are known as Indians and that I am a white woman born."Ch.8 p49
"This morning I stood on the river bank to pray. I knew then that the ancient ones were wise to pray for peace and beauty and not for specific gifts except fertility which is continued life ......... And I saw that ..... it is not necessary to ask for more."Ch.10 p75
From 'The House at Otowi Bridge' by Peggy Pond Church