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Figure 22. Leah <strong>Park</strong>er at her home on the Makah Reservation.<br />

Photograph by Kat Anderson, 2007.<br />

few days after childbirth to bring back their strength<br />

(Gill 2005:411).<br />

31<br />

Various pieces <strong>of</strong> historical and interview evi-<br />

dence indicate berry gathering on the <strong>Ozette</strong> Prai-<br />

ries. Born July 1st, 1917, Leah <strong>Park</strong>er (Makah/Lummi,<br />

pers. comm. 2002) remembered how she and her<br />

mother (Bertha Smith) gathered cranberries on the<br />

wetlands when she was a girl <strong>of</strong> 12 (see Figure 22):<br />

“<strong>The</strong>y [cranberries] were gathered in Novem-<br />

ber. She [my mother] would carry them in a bucket.<br />

We used to all have to pick berries so we would get<br />

quite a bit. We gathered them at Ts’oo-yuhs and<br />

<strong>Ozette</strong> <strong>Prairies</strong>. Those are the only two places that I<br />

know <strong>of</strong>. <strong>The</strong>re used to be a lot <strong>of</strong> berries. We used<br />

to get ten-pound cans.”<br />

Kate McCarty (pers. comm. 2002) remembered<br />

gathering the berries <strong>of</strong> the evergreen huckleberry in the ecotone areas <strong>of</strong> the <strong>Ozette</strong> <strong>Prairies</strong> with her<br />

Makah in-laws:<br />

I know when we used to go down to <strong>Ozette</strong> [<strong>Prairies</strong>] on the trail, years ago before<br />

they put the boardwalk in there, when we would go down there we would pick, in the<br />

fall time, we would pick what they call <strong>Ozette</strong> berries. And they’re little, tiny, about<br />

the size <strong>of</strong> a match head, a little bigger. And they’re a tiny, tiny huckleberry. <strong>The</strong> last<br />

time I went to <strong>Ozette</strong> I didn’t see any <strong>of</strong> those plants—none. It grew under the trees<br />

and the berries were almost black.<br />

According to Greg Colfax, Makah (pers. comm. 2003): “<strong>The</strong>y are some <strong>of</strong> the most fabulous cran-<br />

berries you’ll ever want to sink your teeth into. We’ve picked cranberries around <strong>Ozette</strong>—<strong>of</strong>f the <strong>Ozette</strong><br />

trail by Ahlstrom’s Prairie.”<br />

Memories <strong>of</strong> picking bog cranberries at Ts’oo-yuhs Prairie are still fresh and some Makah still<br />

gather them there today:<br />

When I was a kid, I went with my mother [Ruth Claplanhoo], aunt, and<br />

her children from the Ts’oo-yuhs River bridge to the cranberry bog and pick cranberries<br />

in September or October when they turned red. <strong>The</strong>re were a couple <strong>of</strong> acres. <strong>The</strong>y

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