Indin`s

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Having lived in and seen so much of this beautiful varied country of ours I can say that I love it all. Each place has its own special beauty.
The tangy pungent smell of the "muck" in Florida to the unique smell birchbark has when it is cut or the smell that it has when the shreds are used to start a fire with,to the smell of the waterfront in Puget Sound,to the fresh clean smell of the mountain air and pine forests of the Rockies. The cool dark of the Rainforests in Washington and Oregon with the quietness that permeates the earth like a Cathedral that it truly is and created by the greatest Creator of ALL. The dry dusty smell of the plains in summer,The humidity and heat of the Piney woods in the south. The "feel" of all these places which are all the same and yet different. Yep,Beautiful country.

I remember the old long Indin houses built along the shores of the Columbia River in Oregon that had pieces of wood missing ad had to be cold in the winter. The People "fishing" on the flimsy looking scaffolds built out over the water and the Salmon drying out in the open air.

What was really nice was getting to be were it was wild and waking up in the morning after sleeping under the stars and seeing "panther" tracks around the long pallet. Mom always put me in the middle where nothing would carry me off.
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I think there are many things that we wouldn't be surprised about with each other.
And yes ghostsix,that was bad.What you would call a dull joke maybe?
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>>>>---¥vsa---->®
The civilized man sleeps behind locked doors in the city while the naked savage sleeps (with a knife) in a open hut in the jungle.
 
I`ve been to all of those places and I can tell you the tribe that lives there.Seems like Seminole to Tlinkit or mayby Aliute or Athabascan. The Nez Perce are the only Indins to selectivly breed horses.It is a puzzel that they never got out of the stone age or invented the wheel.Chief Joseph`s retreat is a classic..I have a 9 foot set of reins made by them with a Calif. spade bit.I use a Salinas bit on some horses..I have a shot loaded quirt made by a Shoshone.I saw a really dumb TV movie a while back portraying the Apache as peace loving types.Yeh,right,ask the Navaho.The tribes are interesting to me.They were before I was a member.

[This message has been edited by ghostsix (edited 11 July 1999).]
 
Yvsa,

Beautiful description. I know the Northeast the best, the hills, mountains and valleys of Maine, New Hampshire and Vermont. In those places, I feel the most connected to mother earth and the creator of all. I hiked the Sierras on our honey moon, and the creator of all was there as well.

In those natural places, one can be overwhelmed by the magnitude, mystery and timeless of it all. One also has a sense of one's transience in the scheme of things. Ironically, this sense can make everything that much more precious.

Seems like you had quite an education in your youth, as unconventional as may it sounded.

sing

 
Unconvential warfare was the rage then.The last time that I have been in touch with the times.
 
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Thank you sing.
I did have a rather unconventional education. In many ways it was hard on me because I was a gentle soul,'I Thought.' I grew up knowing only the violence of a very depressed man and his codependant. In spite of that I stll grew up with that gentleness and again'I Thought.'

When I reached my 15th year I had become very (very) strong and ....
(I had been strong for my age since we had left FL. It was a good place and I had much Freedom and learned much independence at an eary age.)
....the old man and me finally had the long coming confrontation. Had it not been for my mom I would have killed him. I did hurt him badly.
It is not something that I am either proud of or not proud of.It was just an event in my life that taught me something more than I already knew about myself.

Like ghost says it was a time of
unconventional warfare. Mine was of a different sort though and being a "Breed" isn't always the easiest thing to be. I had my butt busted more often than not for "playing with those damned Indians." I could play with the black people and the hispanics,or anyone else but not the indian.

It seems that much of the time what we don't like the most is what we are. My dad was 1/4 Cherokee. The rest I got from my mom and maternal grandpa so it is said. Mom was Osage from my maternal grandmother and grandpa is said to have been Creek.

Dad also grew up around Skiatook where a lot of Osage still live. This was at the time the Osage were the
"wealthiest" people in the world and it was the time of the "Osage reign of Terror" that was so bad the F.B.I. was called in on,an unheard of thing in those days. He couldn't stand being "dirt poor" while the Osage had so much and didn't know what to do with it.

Lets just say I learned a few things about staying alive even though I haven't had to experience the things that ghostsix and Rusty and countless others have had to experience. That is probably a very good thing.

About 30 years ago I lived in a place here in Oklahoma that became very special to me. Along about then I also got my Honorable medical discharge from the service and I was able finally to spend a great,great deal of time in the woods alone. I learned things there in the 'old way' that I couldn't have learned any other way. It was a beginning of a healing for me and the quest for the
'Spirituality' that had always seemed to allude me.

I can now say that there are things that science will never be able to prove that I and others know to be.

I will post a little thing I have written a while back in this thread.It is somthing that I have been wanting to share with all here.
I think it will explain some more about my education.
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The one thing that has always been at my side since I was a little older than 7 has been a knife and I have never lost my love of them. Especially those that are old and come from old cultures. That explains the fascination of the Kuhkuri.

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>>>>---¥vsa---->®
The civilized man sleeps behind locked doors in the city while the naked savage sleeps (with a knife) in a open hut in the jungle.
 
Tis is the little piece I wrote a while back. It has been generally well received.

                  " ME "

I will never be 18 again
the one you think you see,
is the one that lives inside of me
The one that is fighting to win.

I will never be 25 again
For that the young man you think you see       is the one who
wants to
be
The young one who sometimes wins
the horrible battle within.

I will never be 30 again
It is still a struggle with my dark
brother twin
The battle I see I must not let him win.

I will never be 35 again
I am beginning to win
The battle within
At last I can see
the light that will set me free.

I will never be 40 again
The battle still rages within
The confusion is terribly bad again
This is the time for middle age to begin.

I will never be 45 again
I am beginning to know where
the strength comes from
It is the death I fear
if I were to succumb.

I will never be 50 again
I know now the battle I will win
I have the key to life you see
I have the dark one on his knee.

I will never be 55 again
I have subdued the one within
I have found the power upon the
Grandmother Earth,Wind,Water and Fire. After all the years of fighting my birth
I now know what my heart desires.

I may never reach the age of 60
If I do it is meant to be.
After all the years of fighting you see
I found out the one I was battling is
..............ME.


Well it looks like I may reach 60 now and maybe probably more. I know the learning will never stop neither here nor 'there',nor would I wish it to.
Everyday is a "Good day to die" or a "Good day to live."

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>>>>---¥vsa---->®
The civilized man sleeps behind locked doors in the city while the naked savage sleeps (with a knife) in a open hut in the jungle.
 
Yvsa,

Thanks for sharing that.
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Getting beyond the "me", each day is a good day...

sing
 
Hmmm... Is that anything like "... my job today is to enjoy life, whether I like it or not."?
 
Rusty,

Not each day is enjoyable, certainly not for me. The enjoyable days or moments make it worthwhile. My kids are perfect examples. None in the world can drive me as crazy but none can make feel as loved or fun to love than them.

Each day is a good day for living, and when the time comes, for dying. Some rather choose the latter.

sing
 
As a point of interest, that dam was a bad idea anyway.The right side was pillow rock lava,and I doubt that it could be grouted.My neighbors Biology kid had discovered some trout food called the Snail Darter, which is endangered.All I did was point this out.

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