When I published The Way to Rainy Mountain, someone who was writing a review — or interviewing me — said to me, “You know, you’re very lucky to know who you are, with respect to your grandparents, your great-grandparents, five generations back. You know about that. I don’t know that about myself, or my people.” And that came as a surprise to me, because I hadn’t thought about it, you know. And I had taken it for granted. But I sometimes think that the contemporary white American is more culturally deprived than the Indian, in that sense. Because very few people know about their ancestry, going back even a generation. I’m always appalled by students who — you know, I say, “Well look, you’ve got an oral tradition. You’ve got a family oral tradition, if nothing else. Tell me about your grandparents.” And sometimes they just don’t know about their grandparents, and I find that very sad, and alarming, but it’s true. It’s true.