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  I was born on the Inaja Indian Reservation south of Julian on July 11, 1891. We didn't move around a lot. We lived right there. I went to public school out two miles off the reservation. We walked to it. We didn't go to school this time of the year. There was too much snow . . . too cold. They started around April and we'd go until November. My teacher when I first started was Miss Douglas Royce. After that I think it was Maude Kelly, then Miss Gray.
  Then it was so hard for us to walk like that so they yanked us out to go San Diego Mission de Alcala around 1902. We lived at school. Around June school was over but they wouldn't come after us until July so we stayed there.  It was just like our home. All our teachers were Nuns. It's all different now. I went to school until 1906; I think the equivalent of the 6^th grade. When Father (the Priest) died the school was closed down. I went to work over at Julian baby sitting the next fall instead of going back to school.
  But you learned there [in school]. If you don't learn one page, the next day you are going to learn it. Maybe you can stay a week there (on the same page). We had big classes. All of them Indian and Mexican I think. They were from San Luis Rey. Capistrano. The subjects were English, history, math and geography. You had to learn things by heart. It was really a strict school. They teach you how to mend and sew fancy work...about two hours of that in the afternoon. I liked it though. If you to Catholic School you're going to learn. Today's' Catholic Schools aren't like the schools of a long time ago -- they are easier.
  The months we weren't in school we were at Inaja. We would play. That's all there was to do, play. Play with dolls, anything, we'd hike around. It used to snow a lot so we'd have to stay inside. That's the worst thing. There used to be really a lot of snow, and so cold in our little shack, the house we had. The icicles would be hanging. We liked them. We'd play in the snow and we didn't have hardly no warm clothes like they have now. We played in snow without shoes. We never got sick, you know, no colds. Now they get sick.
  I was about 16 when I quit going the Mission School and started baby sitting. That April Father Ubach died* so everything closed and the rest of the children went to St. Boniface in Banning. So my sister Mary came home. She was a year younger than I am. My father was a carpenter but he left and they said he went to Arizona. My mother did washing for some people in Julian and around.
  After that I got married and came to Capitan. I was about 17. Jim, my husband, lived at Capitan. He was adopted there. He was originally from Mesa Grande, but his sister was married to Ramon Ames. We are all Diegueno, from here to Mesa Grande, San Ysabel, San Felipe, Inaja, those are Diegueno.
  The older people that came out of Capitan came from the old San Diego Mission. When the Spaniards and Priest's came in they all scattered away. Some of them stayed a Capitan. My other people from way back lived in Vallecito down on the desert. I think there's some resort there. There is hot water and its close around

Borrego. Then they moved on to Inaja and that's where they lived and that's where I was born. It was so far to Lakeside for my children to go to school that some of them went to "St. Boniface," Kathryn, Christina, Johnny, Bill and Joe. I think that is closed now. There's no more school.
  When I went to Capitan in about 1908 I didn't work. I stayed home and took care of my kids. I had eight altogether. Katherine is the oldest, then Margaret (she's passed away, that' Gogo's grandmother, Gogo's father's mother). Then Joe (he passed away too) and Christina (she's gone too). Then there's Johnny, Rebecca, Lena, then Boxie. I had Boxie after that. My grand daughter, the one that's in Florida, she's the one that named Boxie -- and it stayed! We stayed at Capitan until 1931 when we agreed to sell to San Diego because they needed the water (dam.) We were consulted and agreed if they would find us another good place. They made us a good deal. (Delfino Cuero, because of where they lived in the southern part of the county, they were pushed back and forth across the Mexican border, and she ended up being raised most of the time down there. Apparently the majority of Indians that lived up in this area were pushed around from reservation to reservation but not out of the county). They built us these houses out of that money and they gave each small and big family three heifers. Nice ones too. Some of them kept them, some sold them. It was a good deal. There was still money left over. They put it aside for the water, the pump.
  Ramon Ames and Bob Quitac were in charge and they looked around over there by Blossom Valley by Alpine, Barona, Lyons Valley and some other places. We finally got this and the others went to Baron Long (Viejas). They called themselves the Los Conejos ("the rabbit"). They lived on the other side of the slope from us with the River in between us. Then another river from "Conecka" down the southern fork. Only one family went to Baron Long from our side of the reservation. That was Joe Muller's grandparents. Then they took all the dead and brought them up here and to Viejas.
  They didn't kick us out, we agreed to it. Not like at Warner's. That was terrible. I remember that happened in 1903. They were promised nice homes but they didn't come through. They were just thrown out. They went to San Filipe, across the desert. There is one lady, she's still living, she tells the story about she was so exited because she was going to get a ride in a wagon and everything. She was very young. They cried and cried and they left the cows and everything.  They just treated them mean. They didn't do that to us. We had a good leader.
  When I grew up on Inaja we went to town for groceries and things; we went on horses to Julian. Then we moved Capitan we went in a horse and buggy. Then we would drive to Lakeside to shop. It was fun. Then we got a car. A Ford. The first one that came out, no the second . . . what were they called? Model T's? We stayed with Fords all the time from then on.
  My husband had a nice team of horses, you know. He just work in Santa Margarita (where Camp Pendleton is now). It belonged to a man name O'Niel, I guess. He had

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