Post by lostson on Feb 26, 2012 18:16:36 GMT -5
Finally decided to join after looking & reading over the past few months. I am perplexed over which tribe I belong to. One of these days I'll get a copy of the pic of the old timers that included my G-G-G gradpa. He was an Apache chief,called "toady" by the whites for the way he carried a bucket. Not very dignified,but that's all I know.
He was tanned,but not dark. A family named Cougar is said to have a pic/painting of him in his chieftan garb. The interesting part is,in her older years,my grandma was a dead ringer for Geronimo! I have to wonder if we too are related?
She was wise in the way of medicinal herbs too. A hard working woman,not easy to get close to. But I succeded in doing so. No greater friend could be had.
Stranger yet,since my wife & I are what are commonly known to pysichics as sensatives,I've experienced some visions & other things. Like one time last year,I found a fry bread recipe from some Apaches & Navahos that gor put on the same res. As I was rolling them out,A native woman's spirit appeared,full color beaded buck skins & all,singing to herself in her native tongue. I was given to know that she was my G-G-G grandma. Funny how these things work. You aren't always "told" things,but given to know them. The best part is,our only daughter looks just like her!
While I know I'm not 100% native,I still hear the drums beating in my head when I get frustrated over life's darker events that befall me. And boy,did I learn to hate people muttering "halfbreed" under their breath. The other kids makin sport of my heritage. Got in a lot of trouble when I pulled my knife on a couple of them. Cathoilic schools of the early 60's didn't take kindly to that sort of thing. But I'm not you...I'm not them...Always felt so lost. Now the years are creeping up on me,& I grow weary of this modern white world. Even though I live & look it,for the most part.....
He was tanned,but not dark. A family named Cougar is said to have a pic/painting of him in his chieftan garb. The interesting part is,in her older years,my grandma was a dead ringer for Geronimo! I have to wonder if we too are related?
She was wise in the way of medicinal herbs too. A hard working woman,not easy to get close to. But I succeded in doing so. No greater friend could be had.
Stranger yet,since my wife & I are what are commonly known to pysichics as sensatives,I've experienced some visions & other things. Like one time last year,I found a fry bread recipe from some Apaches & Navahos that gor put on the same res. As I was rolling them out,A native woman's spirit appeared,full color beaded buck skins & all,singing to herself in her native tongue. I was given to know that she was my G-G-G grandma. Funny how these things work. You aren't always "told" things,but given to know them. The best part is,our only daughter looks just like her!
While I know I'm not 100% native,I still hear the drums beating in my head when I get frustrated over life's darker events that befall me. And boy,did I learn to hate people muttering "halfbreed" under their breath. The other kids makin sport of my heritage. Got in a lot of trouble when I pulled my knife on a couple of them. Cathoilic schools of the early 60's didn't take kindly to that sort of thing. But I'm not you...I'm not them...Always felt so lost. Now the years are creeping up on me,& I grow weary of this modern white world. Even though I live & look it,for the most part.....