About James (Isaac James Neddo Jr.)
The story, as far as I know it, is true. I know of the story from the oral traditions of our family. I wish I had written down half of the stories that my Grandmother and her sisters, Ann and Ella told us as kids.
As the stories are transferred from oral dialogue to the written page (or in this case the computer screen) it necessarily changes. Years ago Pearl Neddo Zollinger told Ann Neddo that she didn't want Ann to write her history. When asked why not, she told Ann "because I don't want you to lie about me the way you did about our grandparents [George and Hannah Burridge]."
Sorry Aunt Pearl, but these stories aren't lies. They may be elaborated on and the whole truth may be "guessed" at by the author, but even the oral traditions are subjective. In our own lives we may tell about an incident 3 or 4 different ways depending on our audience and what "facts" we wish to bring out at that particular telling.
Uncle James is someone I always looked up to, instinctively. They tell me that when I was a baby, he's the priesthood holder who blessed me. I don't remember anyone, family member or acquaintance, speak ill of Uncle James. I also have never heard anyone offer any disparaging remarks about his father, I. J. Neddo.
When I. J. (Isaac) was on his deathbed, he hadn't had the strength to even shave himself for several days. Uncle James arrived at the house after the journey of 120 miles from Malta, Idaho. When he saw his father, he immediately offered to shave his father. That was how he served his father for the last time in this life. I was always told that both of these men, Isaac James Neddo Sr. and Jr. loved to serve others.
With that, I humbly offer you the story of James and the Indians.