Took a June day trip with my friend Doug Beumer, on the left up to Lake Itasca with a bike ride around the lake of some 17 miles. Here we are at the headwaters of the Mississippi . Hope to drive up again this fall to see the colors. Douglas Lodge ? And Now for other berries and fruits.
.Part of this for me, is to more deeply reconnect with my earth centered connection to the Dakota and Lakota nations through our MN Hollow Horn Bear Tiospaye by re-reading Lakota America, A New History of Indigenous Power, Yale University Press 2019 by Finnish Author Pekka Hamalainen, that was given to us by brother Jim Weaver late in 2019. Lots of teachings about the role of epidemics, esp small pox in the history of Turtle Island (North America). Here is a map from page 16 of the book.
"The ancestral Sioux shifted slowly and moved west"
AND from my mom's memoir, who was 8 years of age during the Spanish Flu Epidemic.
From Peg Weaver's self published Remembrings of an 83 year old grandma, regarding 1918, WWI and the concurrent flu pandemic p 11 "
After my father came home for the hospital, for months he was confined to bed, lying on a cot in the bungalow dining room, where I remember my mother dressing his bloody wounds. When the roof of our bungalow caught on fire, the fire department was called but went to the wrong address, a bakery, which the firemen couldn't enter because it was a "coal-less Monday", the day when businesses closed to save fuel for the war effort. Finally, the firemen arrived to discover that my mother had put out the fire, carrying buckets of water up a ladder to the attic. We all moved to by grandparents' until the hole in the roof was repaired.
During the war I remember going down into the basement to get "fresh eggs" out of sticky, icky, cold waterglass, a process for preserving eggs. Anti-German feeling was so strong that my mother destroyed her German text books. At school I bought War Savings Bonds and learned to knit small "squares" of irregular shapes to send "over there" for washcloths. Geraldine, my fourteen-inch tall wooden doll, was named for my dance teacher, Geraldine Moss, had eye-lashed eyes that blinked and moveable joints fitted with springs so that she could assume and maintain all sorts of poses. My mother made two timely outfits for her: a Red Cross nurse's and a soldier's. With the soldier's garb (an olive-drab, jaunty over-seas cap, proper-fitting jacket, jodpur-like pants and puttees) she won a prize in a Toledo contest.
When General Black-Jack Pershing was at a reception at the Findlay Elks Club after the war, I was thrilled to shake the hand of the war hero who led American troops in Europe. His handsome son accompanied him, which was exciting for us grade school girls. "
Also reflecting on postage stamps, and the reflection of history....Really enjoyed collecting stamps as a boy and having stamp exchanges with other kids around the world when I was young. Australia, Southern Rhodesia, Czechoslovakia, Yugoslavia, New Zealand, Japan and more. Got a sense of world geography through that - and later with a German Friend to collect and exchange as an adult. History and cultural things for understanding.
Here is the US Stamp of a series that has a lot of white guys mostly presidents and all, and this is Chief Hollow Horn Bear, a Lakota, and the great grandfather of relative whose chan nupa, prayer pipe was returned to his relatives to pray with beginning in 1989 at the Hollow Horn Bear Sun dance near St Francis SD. I started praying there in July 1990- and here is the flyer from that dance where I met Joe Eagle Elk and Rudy Runs Above who were guides for us on how to pray and dance in a good way.
Here is one of the dancers prior to the dance in 2018 at the cook shack with a mature prairie turnip, Marvin who is another descendant of the chief. Such great memories.