The Storyteller

These stories were told to me as a small child by my grandmother at the beginning of World War II and beyond into 1944. When the war was over in 1946, I was 8 years old and started to tell them to the area children. Before my Grandmother died, she told me she heard these and other stories from her Mother during the depression. As I had no reason to doubt her and hearing these stories at gatherings of the Wendake (Huron) People for celebrations in Canada and along the ST. Laurence River on the American side well into the 1950's. If they are not to be accepted as part of my Huron heritage, I feel there is a mistake. I also do not wish to cause anyone grief. Telling these stories have been my way of spreading the Oral history and Myths of my People in earlier times. I am now 76 years old and still have a ways to go. Please do as you see fit with the stories in discretion. Please let me know what your company has decided to do. I am claiming these as my original stories in use as storytelling since 1951. Enjoy the read. Rocco Tedesco aka Huron/Italian