Our local paper received a series of letters some time back from a gentleman that spent his childhood here in my hometown. He had an Indian brother by the name of Sidney Byrd who attended the Indian School and wrote to him of his experiences there. The following is an excerpt from one of those letters. I left my reservation home, family, loved ones, friends and familiar surroundings at the tender age of six and remained away, initially, for three long, lonely years. During this period, I was also the smallest boy on the campus of the Indian School. You can imagine my position when the inevitable pecking order was established among the ranks. I can tell you for sure, it wasn't No. 1, nor would it ever be. In those days, when you applied for enrollment, you signed up for three-year hitches, just like in the U.S. Army. After completing my first three-year stint, my dear grandfather made arrangements for me to return home every summer, at his expense, although he could ill afford to do...