Once upon a time long ago...I was born...giggle. I'm a Aries, but
a refined Arian as they would say... possessing some of the negative
attributes but working on them... Phewww, hard work too.
The family came from extremely tough stock, I'm glad to say, as far as
them being hard workers.
Women back then stayed at home and did all the domestics stuff but, the
women on my dads side...well they weren't
your standard domestic type.
I favor that side of my family. They too were hunters and
fisherman/women, as I am. Grandpa was also into gardening (flowers) that's
right a man who loved his flowers and tended them with a love that
produced a spectacular display of colors throughout the yard.
Both my father and his father were steel workers much like the Mohawk
are...its in their blood I think being dubbed "SKYWALKERS"
they were the ones that did all the steeplejack high steel beam
construction work during the industrial era.
Skywalker Lunch Break
Many pictures can be
found with men "high walking" with no safety gear...these were
the "Skywalkers"...Mohawk. My dad and his father, who I
adored both these men,
the sun rose and set on each to me, were in the
steel foundries, my dad a licensed electrician for the industry, and my
worked with the melting of the steel directly... I must say...
during one of their open house tours to the public
AND WIRE)... I got to see all the inside operations at a young age and
was absolutely amazed at the entire process... and the heat... oh the
heat... gawd how they withstood that
can only be because of being used to
Again like many of us ...I didn't know at that time I came from native
blood...it simply was taboo to
speak of... now however,
I see how many
things that were done, were done with the family tradition
You have to realize... while some start to pick up their heritage with
great grandparents... I got mine
as close as my grandparents...in
fact...my Huron born grandmother was born in the late
1800's...approximately fifty years after the
"TRAIL OF TEARS",
only a couple of years after the bloody massacre
KNEE"... my grandfather being a only a couple of years
the trauma and fear
of those times were still foremost in the minds of
Native Americans and you never spoke of Native blood
for the fear the
government was looking to come and extract you from your homes and
create more havoc.
In fact... still during the mid 1950's... children were being pulled from families
and being forced into the schooling of the "WHITE
MAN", and the horrors of those days are even way too despicable to
imagine... the beatings... the forcing of not speaking their language...
cutting of the hair, and being made to dress in white mans
dress style in the early days... if children spoke in their language...
they were put into solitary confinement cells and mostly left
to die... which many did. The kids were not allowed to see
and families again... and in the 1950's... it was rare they were allowed
back for visits.
Now put all of that together along with the fact that in the early
1970's... there was also the major
standoff at Pine Ridge where many were killed...
children included... and its understandable why you
breathe a word you were native.
Even my ex-husband can date his heritage back to his grandmother being a
full blood and has the
pictures to prove it, she also never spoke a
word of being native... his roots go back to the Kansas
where he was born. So my kids have quite
a bit of Native blood in
them from both parents. one of whom is proud and acknowledging of
it... my Daughter... and tells her children they are native...
my Granddaughter having accompanied me to some
powwows... my Son however, he
is in complete
denial of it with shame... so the stigma continues even
It was quite by accident one day while in the kitchen of my grandmother,
when I was a lil'