Who owns the land? Deed holders? Memory holders? Original inhabitants? I grew up on a Kansas farm that had been in the family since the mid-1850s. We’ve since sold the land, but my heart still travels there. I cherish Dad’s oil can and Mom’s quilting pins, but I cannot find the arrowheads that Dad collected, evidence of the indigenous People who came before.

A photo of my father’s family of origin and quilting stitches in the shape of arrows give meaning to Sardak.