A eulogy written for a pony by Melissa Michael, my aunt. Edited and read by me, Paula Anderson.

This is the end of 1984, and my mom's first journal. She is spinning weaving wool, tooling leather and tanning hides and beading.

Eloise's dad died.

Eloise is working many odd jobs to stay afloat, but having a good summer.

Eloise finds herself in the middle of some violence in the workplace.

Sucker fish and yardwork, Zella Davis and her garden, and all of the places inbetween.

Having a cat has improved my life in several ways, let me tell you how.

I'm not a Christian anymore so it's a bit unusual for me to pray all night and write a sermon, but if God can speak through a donkey speaking through me should be easy.

Eloise has a birthday, she works on saddles, tries to make herself a nice belt, and complains about the rain.

Eloise has her Navajo loom set up, and she's worked on a rough out saddle.