The Education of Little Tree Page #5
- PG
- Year:
- 1997
- 112 min
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you up there is bread and water.
Little Tree?
I found this.
If you look through it,
it turns everything blue.
...in peace and harmony,
beneath the vast American sky,
under God, with liberty
and justice for all.
Wave goodbye to the nice
ladies and gentlemen!
- Bye!
- Thank you!
They come here so they can feel good
when they get drunk at the country club.
All right, inside!
- Thanksgiving dinner!
- Whoopee.
Would you like this?
- I don't mind.
- It's yours.
You can see...
Come on!
Granpa!
It was Willow John that
heard you. So I came.
Tell me true, you want to come home?
- Yes, sir. I do.
You're shut in here
like goddam livestock.
Think they'll come and take me back?
Let 'em come on.
Them woods want to
make sure it's you.
They're happy to know
you're back is all.
- Something's wrong.
- What's that?
I couldn't feel the trail, Granpa.
And you can have them clobbers!
And you can have them clobbers, too!
Now, you'll stay.
Granma!
Blue Boy, come on!
Thank you, Willow John!
I remember that moment. The four
of us standing there together again.
It was then I knew I was tome.
I also knew it couldn't last.
Maybe we all felt
the time getting close,
but we didn't speak of it.
Granpa's step got slower, so I
carried more of the whiskey jars.
We didn't speak of that, either.
"Tom appeared on the sidewalk
with a bucket of whitewash... "
Granma pushed me on learning.
I read to them at night,
- "... Mel... "
- Melancholy.
"... melancholy settled
down upon his spirit.
9 feet high.
"Life to him seemed hollow. "
The politicians came to
take me back to Notched Gap.
Each time, Granpa led us up the high
trail where nobody could find us.
She's coming alive.
It was on the high trail
that Granpa slipped and fell.
He kept telling us,
"I'll be all right directly. "
But something horrible
tad happened in that fall,
and he wasn't going to be.
Give me my hat, would
you, Little Tree?
It's been good.
Next time, it'll be better.
Be seein' you.
Damn... stupid...!
I knew where Granma
was taking Granpa.
It was to his secret place,
at the top of the high trail,
where he'd watched the day
birth and never got tired of it,
and never quit saying,
"She's coming alive",
like each time was the
first time he'd ever seen it.
Maybe it was.
Maybe every birthing is different
and only Granpa could see it.
Not long after that day, Granma
took me aside and told me again
about how her and Granpa were
moving closer to the understanding,
so that I shouldn't be sad
because when their bodies died,
they'd still be together,
always, their spirits knowing.
And that was the last thing
Granma ever said to me.
she died in the night.
"Little Tree, it's been good.
"Next time it will be better.
"Remember
if you need us, any time,
"just look to the Dog Star,
and we'll be there. "
I went up the high trail that same
night and I asked Granma and Granpa,
reckon I could get closer
to the understanding as well,
so I could catch up to you?
It was lonesome, I told them,
always being left behind.
I didn't know that Willow John
was looking to the Dog Star, too,
and talking with Granma and Granpa.
He told me they were sorry they tad
to go before my education was done,
but if I went off with Willow John,
he could teach me
all there was to know...
about being an Indian.
Y'all come!
I have not made it back to
the cabin since, but I will.
I've been ranging across
this country, me and Blue Boy,
digging oil with the Cherokee,
riding fence with the Navajo,
gettin' caught up
in white man's wars.
in the dusk of evening,
I look to the Dog Star.
And I say to
Granma and Granpa,
and to Willow John,
"Wait for me.
I'm still learning the Way.
"But someday I will catch up to you.
"And we'll all of us be
together again...
"Always.
"Our spirits knowing. "
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