"It was especially poignant for me having lived in Rapid City, South Dakota for a year, and coming down from Mt. Rushmore, envisioning myself as a Sioux warrior on his horse seeing "specks" way out on the distant plains....having no idea they were pioneer wagons that would lead to the end of Indian civilization in the West."
And me. My first love lived and worked with the Oglala Sioux in South Dakota. My father, (who introduced us) was buried in an Indian tradition to honor his great respect for Native Americans. I was raised with the utmost respect for the Indian warrior and have had the wonderful privilege to run my hands over the soft luster of the wood of a Conestoga wagon that reached it's destination in Denver.
Thank you for the ping, my brother will shed a great many tears when he sees this, perhaps more than me, and that will be good : )
Peace be to this family.
She married a Michigan man who farmed, and they had 13 children; B's grandfather in the middle of them.
His father, though, died when Noah was 13.
The sons each inherited rich farmlands, and prospered, although Noah left to live in Dayton, Ohio after marrying B's mother..
My husband was the last of their 8 children, and his Dad (Noah) taught him as a child the Eagle and other ceremonial dances.
We have been to several gatherings of tribes in Florida and in North Carolina....I could listen to the drums and watch the dancers for hours!
I'm so glad you found the link to the beautiful slide show.
I was about to direct you to it.