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A Miwok Prayer

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In my lineage of the Southern Coast Miwok, we don't have stories like this, of survival. Our stories of survival include putting on Victorian dresses and blending in. The stories of hiding in the ravines and mountains have faded, like smoke over a fire. No words for this Clear Lake tragedy.

Just completed turning in the first manuscript for publication from my Dad written in the early '70s. This is how I feel after first typing in 201 pages to digital (they are old and done on a manual typewriter), then proofing it in Word word for word before turning it in:

We don't have pictures of Camillo Ynitia with his daughters, Maxima and Maria, or even by himself. But if we did, maybe it would look something like this. All 100 percent Coast Miwok. We are direct descendants. We are deeply committed to preserving and celebrating the history of our ancestors. In that spirit, we're proud to share a poignant rendition of what life might have looked like for Camillo Ynitia with his daughters, Maxima and Maria. This image is a powerful reminder

Translation: Book A of Wills (Marin Co.) pages 15, 16, 17Filed July 8, 1856Recorded Aug. 8, 1856 In the Name of God Amen. I Camilo Ynitia  of the Township of Novato  in the County of Marin  and State of California , being of sound mind and memory, but considering the uncertainty of this frail and transitory life, do therefore make, ordain, publish and declare this to be my last Will and Testament . That is to say first after all my lawful debts are paid and discharged, of th

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Camillo Ynitia Speaks I was born on this land, in the Huiman tribe, near Sausalito. The hills you call Marin were my home before they were measured, before lines were drawn through them like wounds. My people, the Coast Miwok, lived with the tides and the fog, with the oaks and the salmon runs. We did not own the land. We belonged to it. By the time I was grown, the world had shifted. The missions came first. They said they were saving our souls while they took our labor, our

Before the fog had a name, before the bay was crossed by sails, the Coast Miwok lived along the curves of the Tiburon Peninsula, where the hills meet the salt water and Angel Island rises from the bay like a sleeping guardian. Their villages sat near the shore and the creeks, dome-shaped homes woven of tule and willow, warm in winter and cool in summer. Smoke lifted gently from central fires where stories were shared and food was prepared. Dogs moved freely among the people,

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In the soft light of early morning, the Coast Miwok village stirs as smoke rises gently from the central fire. Women gather to grind acorns, their rhythmic work echoing through the roundhouses, while men prepare nets and tools for fishing along the nearby creek. Children run between the tule shelters, laughing as they help gather berries and plants from the edges of the village. As the sun climbs, families work together—shaping baskets, drying fish, and tending to the land th