And I always felt that it was quite, I was quite fortunate and like perhaps many others, I don't know if any of ‘em had ever thought of it that way or that I had an opportunity to live both both ways. To live the white man's way and the Indian way, you know. And we live pretty much in the white man's way. Cause my mother had went to school directly, what we used to call the old Indian boarding school here at Fort Yates, which was run by Catholic nuns. And our schools in those days, even when I went to school there later, after my mother had married and then I when I was old enough to go to school, I went to the same school. And they weren't too much concerned about teaching you that two and two made four. They were more concerned about teaching you how to, how to make a home and such, you know. The girls were taught to bake and to sew and such as this. So it's so in our home, we live pretty much the white man's way. We have tables and chairs in our home and and, of course, occasionally my grandfolks would come, and, of course, we’d live Indian way. Then my father died when I was 15 years old. I was the oldest in the family. There's only two of us boys. And after my father died and my mother went right back to the Indian way of life. Oh, and, so then I had an opportunity to live strictly Indian way. So I've felt I've always felt I was very fortunate that I had an opportunity to live both ways, you know. Indian traditions and Indian customs I can well accept. Also, I can also accept the white man's and that way of life, what we call modern society today.