My early years involved observations of culture as a graduate of Anthropology.
My youthful curiosity was fed by my mother's family history in the wooded forests of central Michigan in the early 1900s. These episodes included my mother being related to a Native American Indian princess and her brother, my Uncle Bus (who became the publisher of the Dearborn News) who almost lost his life while jumping on logs with a friend on a river that ran through the village. He also found his mother's wedding ring on the tip of an asparagus stalk as they were boarding a country lumber train headed to a new homestead.⁶
All of these facts and myths about my family played a trick on my imagination producing a children's fairy tale brought about in part by my journey to Jerusalem when I was 50 years old. It created an evolutinary experience, an opening of a third eye to the omnipresence of a Spiritual World. "Hoo-Rah" became my creation of a Nativistic (no nativity) Spirit God who ruled over tribes of the Pacific Northwest and my writer's colorful imagination. I'm hoping that readers of any age will enjoy the world-wide view of the presence of a Spirit-God.
Hoo-Rah!