The earth of Marin County, defiled now by foreign hands, is still as pure as the day that we left it. Our villages are gone, and our people who lived there.
Our arrows are scattered, our bows are broken. The Creeks are dammed, and our ways almost forgotten.
But it will not be that way.
From the words planted here, there will be reaped a harvest of memories, of our ancestors who must not be forgotten. For the Tamal, Nicasio/Olompali, the
People of this Miwok land of our fathers, and their fathers, and their fathers, lived in on on this land since back to the beginning of time, when the creatures
of the earth were young and the world was just created.
Listen to our story...