I didn’t know what to expect from my first meeting with Homer St. Francis. He was polite, gracious, but incredibly intimidating. He had the type of presence that filled a room. Powerful, full of years of anger, limited by the economic constraints of the world he grew up in, he still was single-minded and entirely focused on bringing not just recognition, but education, jobs, and social justice to the Abenaki Indians who lived by a thread on the rim of the Northern Champlain Valley and hidden in the Kingdom’s mountains.
-Excerpt from The Abenaki Story by Nakki Goranin. To read this story in its entirety, subscribe to Livin’ Magazine.
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