Posted on 05/08/2006 6:50:13 PM PDT by NormsRevenge
Here's what I found:
Subdivisions of the Apache Tribe as explained by GeronimoSource: As Told By Geronimo, Public Domain Document
The Apache Indians are divided into six sub tribes. To one of these, the Be-don-ko-he, I belong.
Our tribe inhabited that region of mountainous country which lies west from the east line of Arizona, and south from the head waters of the Gila River.
East of us lived the Chi-hen-ne (Ojo Caliente), (Hot Springs) Apaches. Our tribe never had any difficulty with them.
Victorio, their chief, was always a friend to me. He always helped our tribe when we asked him for help. He lost his life in the defense of the rights of his people. He was a good man and a brave warrior.
His son, Charlie, now lives here in this reservation with us.
North of us lived the White Mountain Apaches. They were not always on the best of terms with our tribe, yet we seldom had any war with them. I knew their chief, Hash-ka-ai-la, personally, and I considered him a good warrior.
Their range was next to that of the Navajo Indians, who were not of the same blood as the Apaches. We held councils with all Apache tribes, but never with the Navajo Indians. However, we traded with them and sometimes visited them.
To the west of our country ranged the Chi-e-a-hen Apaches. They had two chiefs within my time, Co-si-to and Co-da-hoo-yah. They were friendly, but not intimate with our tribe.
South of us lived the Cho-kon-en (Chiricahua) Apaches, whose chief in the old days was Cochise, and later his son, Naiche.
This tribe was always on the most friendly terms with us. We were often in camp and on the trail together. Naiche, who was my companion in arms, is now my companion in bondage.
To the south and west of us lived the Ned-ni Apaches. Their chief was Whoa, called by the Mexicans Capitan Whoa They were our firm friends.
The land of this tribe lies partly in Old Mexico and partly in Arizona. Whoa and I often camped and fought side by side as brothers.
My enemies were his enemies, my friends his friends. He is dead now, but his son Asa is interpreting this story for me.
Still the four tribes (Bedonkohe, Chokonen, Chihenne, and Nedni), who were fast friends in the days of freedom, cling together as they decrease in number. Only the destruction of all our people would dissolve our bonds of friendship.
We are vanishing from the earth, yet I cannot think we are useless or Usen would not have created us.
He created all tribes of men and certainly had a righteous purpose in creating each.
For each tribe of men Usen created, He also made a home. In the land created for any particular tribe, He placed whatever would be best for the welfare of that tribe.
Usen created the Apaches He also created their homes in the West. He gave to them such grain, fruits, and game as they needed to eat.
To restore their health when disease attacked them He made many different herbs to grow. He taught them where to find these herbs, and how to prepare them for medicine.
He gave the Apaches a pleasant climate and all they needed for clothing and shelter was at hand.
Thus it was in the beginning: the Apaches and their homes each created for the other by Usen himself.
When they are taken from these homes they sicken and die. How long will it be until it is said, there are no Apaches?
So, it appears that Geronimo was a Bedonkohe Apache.
Apparently, yelling 'Geronimo' took up just enough time to get the trooper clear of the fuselage, prop wash etc, to safely open the 'chute.
He was a Bedenoke [p/s?], which was a band of either Chiricuaha or Warm Springs Apache [the Mescalero were much further East]. He was also related to the Nednis, who lived in the Sierra Madres in Mexico, and were led by Juh, who was one tough piece of work.
Geronimo was not a chief, but was a respected war leader, revered for his 'power'.
Lebanese.
A college frat in Ohio [?] had Quantrill's skull, and used it in frat rituals.
His Apache name was Golyathe [p/s?], "One who yawns"
This could be the start of a great book.."The Geronimo Code"..works for me..
Not quite the same as sleeping next to her, but I got to hug her!
"There's no good reason to believe Geronimo's remains ever left Oklahoma, and plenty of reasons to think they didn't. One obvious problem is the description of the theft in the S&B history: "The ring of pick on stone and thud of earth on earth alone disturbs the peace of the prairie. An axe pried open the iron door of the tomb, and Pat [short for 'patriarch,' the honorific used among S&B alums] Bush entered and started to dig. . . . At the exact bottom of the small round hole, Pat James dug deep and pried out the trophy itself. . . . We quickly closed the grave, shut the door and sped home.""
What a hoot, eh? Trouble is, the description bears no relationship to the actual burial place, which wasn't a mausoleum with a door, as the account suggests, but rather a conventional grave in the ground. An S&B representative has described the "crook" account as a hoax, and no less than celebrity biographer Kitty Kelley, in The Family: The Real Story of the Bush Dynasty (2004), writes that the whole thing was a tall tale cooked up by Prescott Bush and friends that made its way into S&B lore. OK, so Kelley isn't a sterling source, but most accounts agree that stories of Geronimo's bones having been moved were circulating before 1918--put in play, perhaps, by the local Apache in hopes of discouraging thieves. (Today the grave is covered by a concrete slab and marked with a pyramid of stones, but these were added after 1918.) A Fort Sill spokesman tells me, "There is no evidence to indicate the bones are anywhere but in the grave site."
S&B, through another Bush, offered a skull to the Apaches, which apparently was that of a 10 year old boy, not Geronimo.
Geronimo yelled that when he rode his horse over a bluff into Medicine Creek, while the calvary was in close pursuit.
Apparently some men undergoing paratroop training in 1940 saw a Geronimo movie the night before a jump.
Are you serious? The Bushes are "old money." Samuel Bush-- 43's great-grandfather became a wealthy industrialist who was a chum of Herbert Hoover. If you were to construct an elaborate conspiracy, you'd be hard pressed to start with anything better than 43's pedigree. Prescott was not an obscure undergrad.
He lies beneath the Inverted Pyramid in the Louvre. Don't tell...
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