Saints and Strangers was pretty good but could have gone further back in history. Even 6 months before the arrival would have made a much more complete story.
More Thanksgiving tales of our early days. This one is a little politically incorrect too, to say nothing of white microaggressions against the native Americans. This is a story I was NOT taught in school, but should have been.
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I was a little disgusted at how feminized they made Squanto look. I get Native American paint and decoration, but the heavy eyeliner made him look like a drag queen.
Amazing! The hand of God!!!
I quizzed several school age kids and they didn’t know anything about the Pilgrims and Thanksgiving.
From the book, “The Light and the Glory”, by David Emanuel and Peter Marshall, an account of the first encounter the Pilgrims had with Samoset.
Captain Standish shook his head, even as he went to look out the window, to see a tall, well-built Indian, wearing nothing but a leather loincloth striding up their mains street. He was headed straight for the common house, and the men inside hurried to the door, before he walked right in on them. He stopped and stood motionless looking at them, as though sculpted in marble. Only the March wind broke the silence.
“Welcome!” he suddenly boomed, in a deep, resonant voice.
The Pilgrims were too startled to speak. At length, they replied with as much gravity as they could muster, “Welcome.”
Their visitor fixed them with a piercing stare. “Have you got any beer?” he asked them in flawless English. If they were surprised before, they were astounded now.
“Beer?” one of them managed.
The Indian nodded.
The Pilgrims looked at one another, then turned back to him. “Our beer is gone. Would you like some brandy?”
Again the Indian nodded.
They brought him some brandy, and a biscuit with butter and cheese, and then some pudding and a piece of roast duck. To their continuing amazement, he ate with evident relish everything set before him. Where had he developed such an appetite for English food? How, in fact, had he come to speak English? For that matter, who was he, and what was he doing here?
Dang, yer old!
How Ironic a Catholic INDIAN met the settlers at Plymouth Rock trying to escape all remnants of Catholicism. Squanto also saved them from Hunger!
The 2 Spanish Friars were actually Jesuits who bought him to FREE him. Pope Paul III 100 yrs previous declared any Identifying Catholic Country was forbidden to have slaves. Any Exploration of NEW lands had to better the natives life.
We tried to watch Saints and Stranger, we looked forward to it but the sound was so bad we gave up.
MrD is hard of hearing so I am not surprised at him but my hearing is find and I had trouble under standing their mumbling.
The ship he was on diverted to Spain. At that time Catholic law was that if native Americans converted to Christianity they could not be sold as slaves, that's why the monks bought him. Once he was converted he was free to go anywhere which he did by going to England and catching a ship back to America with the intention of converting his fellow tribesmen. He didn't find them (it's not really known why) so he joined up with the only other Christians in the area. The gist of it was that Squanto didn't just help the pilgrims, he was one.
I read about this years ago (not politically correct history). There are other historians with slightly different takes on the history about Squanto.
This is a good one - http://mayflowerhistory.com/tisquantum
Just think of it. A Catholic helped the Pilgrims. Who would have ever guessed it?
Fish guts maybe? The waste left over after the fish were prepared for eating?