One afternoon, when I was thirteen, I remember it was the summer school break, my mother received a visitor to our home. The man had brought a gift of a beautifully woven cedar basket and native hat from the ladies in Old Massett. After a few minutes of conversation, I was called into the room for introductions. My mother introduced him as Chief Matthews, but as he took my hand he did something remarkable.
"I am Chief Wiiaa," he said, drawing himself up to his full height, "and I adopt you into the Raven Clan. From now on you will be known as San Glana, which means 'the Dawn'.
I was astounded to say the least. To this day, I have no idea what prompted him to bestow such an honor on a thirteen year old, gawky school girl. I stood, transfixed, struggling to understand what he had just said, too polite to ask him why. After ensuring that I was pronouncing my new name correctly (San Glanay,) he invited me to sit with him.
"Do you know why you have been adopted into the Raven Clan and not the Eagle Clan," he asked, once I was seated. I replied that I didn't know, but that I thought eagles were more majestic than ravens. After all, I was thinking, who wants to be related to an ordinary bird that looks like a crow? (At that time in my life, I was sadly uneducated!)
"Boys are born or adopted into the men's clans, and girls are born or adopted into the woman's clan. Because my wife is a Raven, you will now be a Raven," he said.


"High at the top of the world, there was a great long house where Thunderbird lived with his daughter. Inside his house was a chest, and inside the chest was a great treasure that Thunderbird kept under lock and key.
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