Post by ceyawi33 on Sept 4, 2014 9:57:28 GMT -5
I make this thread so all Lakota may tell us their story. If you wish too, tell yours here. Lets all share what we know of our long and wonderful history as Lakota people. The richness of our Families will help all the people find what they seek as help others understand what is in our Hearts as a people.
My history starts out as most children s does. My father was full blood of mixed tribes, Mniconjue Sioux and Northern Cheyenne. My mother was French and Ojibwa from Canada. My father was born in 1929 and the youngest of 10 children, his father was stabbed to death before he was born. In that time it was very hard for a woman who was Native American to survive with 10 small children. She made the choice to marry a white man. He wanted only the male children to work his farm so the female children were put up for adoption. My father was forced to pull a harrow strapped to his back, and whipped like a mule. when he was old enough he ran away, joined the Navy, and fought in Korea. As many of you know it was not a good thing to be Native American in 1948 so he never spoke or admitted that. I was born in 1952, and 4 years later I met my Grandmother. She did not speak much and when she spoke to me she spoke in Lakota only. My father had taken us home to help after a death. It was my mothers job to help in the kitchen and my grandmothers job to care for me while she did. This would be one of my Greatest memories. She sat in a Tipi all day do small jobs. We walked and gathered plants then laid them in the sun to dry. She would let me help and taught me many things. After what seems a long time, she and my fathers brothers and a few others went to what is the wounded knee memorial, I did not know then what it was. My Grandmother spoke to the family, then she prayed. I then heard and understood the English words she said. " On this day I name this child Sacred Crying Buffalo Woman. She will cry for all the hurt and wounded here now, those who are gone, and the ones to come. She will cry for all living things, people, animal, and that of the mother. She set my whole life in motion that day. I went on to become a healer. I would not know until adulthood just what it all meant. My Grandmother was born in 1888, her mother was Brings White, White horse woman. she had a brother named On the Nest. Chief Spotted Elk was her Grandfather. Her whole family died at wounded knee 1890. She survived and was taken by wagon to the church which was turned into a field hospital. there she would be taken by Crow Dog and became part of his family until she was 7, the U.S. Army along with boarding school officials, came in and took her away. as no record was with her, the just renamed her. Her Name was Beautiful Cloud. That name would not be heard again for many years. I began searching at 20 for my roots as my parents divorced when I was 5. I did not see my father again until age 30.He then began telling me the stories of his family. My Grandmother had given me a red road to walk at 4 though, I became an animal groomer for veterinarians, I made tipi's, I became a Reiki healer, a counselor, and artist. I later went on to become a minister, and spiritual healer. I did all this with no known history of my grandmother yet. I now know why I study the animals so and why all the injured or suffering find me, I carry a sign over my head the says, lol, OPEN. I am proud to say that I have helped may people heal physically and emotionally. I teach true spirituality to children. and carry on the spirit of my people. Now Tell Us your story PLEASE! Share it so all our history can come together as one picture and be complete. Lets all share with each other. Pte Cheyaya Wakhan Winyan
My history starts out as most children s does. My father was full blood of mixed tribes, Mniconjue Sioux and Northern Cheyenne. My mother was French and Ojibwa from Canada. My father was born in 1929 and the youngest of 10 children, his father was stabbed to death before he was born. In that time it was very hard for a woman who was Native American to survive with 10 small children. She made the choice to marry a white man. He wanted only the male children to work his farm so the female children were put up for adoption. My father was forced to pull a harrow strapped to his back, and whipped like a mule. when he was old enough he ran away, joined the Navy, and fought in Korea. As many of you know it was not a good thing to be Native American in 1948 so he never spoke or admitted that. I was born in 1952, and 4 years later I met my Grandmother. She did not speak much and when she spoke to me she spoke in Lakota only. My father had taken us home to help after a death. It was my mothers job to help in the kitchen and my grandmothers job to care for me while she did. This would be one of my Greatest memories. She sat in a Tipi all day do small jobs. We walked and gathered plants then laid them in the sun to dry. She would let me help and taught me many things. After what seems a long time, she and my fathers brothers and a few others went to what is the wounded knee memorial, I did not know then what it was. My Grandmother spoke to the family, then she prayed. I then heard and understood the English words she said. " On this day I name this child Sacred Crying Buffalo Woman. She will cry for all the hurt and wounded here now, those who are gone, and the ones to come. She will cry for all living things, people, animal, and that of the mother. She set my whole life in motion that day. I went on to become a healer. I would not know until adulthood just what it all meant. My Grandmother was born in 1888, her mother was Brings White, White horse woman. she had a brother named On the Nest. Chief Spotted Elk was her Grandfather. Her whole family died at wounded knee 1890. She survived and was taken by wagon to the church which was turned into a field hospital. there she would be taken by Crow Dog and became part of his family until she was 7, the U.S. Army along with boarding school officials, came in and took her away. as no record was with her, the just renamed her. Her Name was Beautiful Cloud. That name would not be heard again for many years. I began searching at 20 for my roots as my parents divorced when I was 5. I did not see my father again until age 30.He then began telling me the stories of his family. My Grandmother had given me a red road to walk at 4 though, I became an animal groomer for veterinarians, I made tipi's, I became a Reiki healer, a counselor, and artist. I later went on to become a minister, and spiritual healer. I did all this with no known history of my grandmother yet. I now know why I study the animals so and why all the injured or suffering find me, I carry a sign over my head the says, lol, OPEN. I am proud to say that I have helped may people heal physically and emotionally. I teach true spirituality to children. and carry on the spirit of my people. Now Tell Us your story PLEASE! Share it so all our history can come together as one picture and be complete. Lets all share with each other. Pte Cheyaya Wakhan Winyan
