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Ok, it’s time for a rant again, hope you don’t mind. Obviously I’ve been all over this board the last few days but not with much that is concrete. And I should be working at job-hunting! And doing my PTA duty, and my volunteer mediator duty and my classroom volunteer… well, you get the picture.
But occasionally this hunt for ancestors consumes me. It’s so exciting to FINALLY find that a cousin got the same story we did about NDNs in the family! And she got more ‘proof’ than me! Her grandma stayed with NDNs while her father traveled for work! I’m mean really, who does that? Can that be a coincidence? They were just family friends in several states? But which tribe would you find all over the place like that? Yes, I know we seem to be early migrators. But who were these folks in Washington and Nevada and Texas? Darn, DARN! She wishes she asked her Grandma more, when she still could. Karen, my cousin, married a man with Lenape roots and they joined his tribe. Their daughter is principle dancer. She makes traditional crafts. Too much!
Funny thing, I don’t care about the dancing and the crafts and all that — it’s not like I was a wannabe who say a culture that spoke to me. It didn’t draw me any more than say the Chinese culture or Renaissance italian, for that matter. There is cool stuff in any culture.
This came more from the inside. These funny little bits I wasn’t even looking for and don’t know if they mean anything. It came more from the inside. And I wonder about things like the Hughes/Wimberley men’s ability with stonework and woodworking. Classic settler ability, I know. But why carry stone from your old county, states away? Does that MEAN anything?
And our teeth. I have the nice big teeth, shovel teeth, from that side. And the loose-jointedness, the doublejointedness. Other things. I feel lost sometimes. Like when I read about someone who was adopted and doesn’t know where her traits came from. Lonely, too. What bits are from where? It’s all in pieces. And I could be wrong. We certainly have pale skin from somewhere.
Acch, I’m frustrated. There was something about the Hugheses I wanted to ask, but my notes, too, are so scattered, I don’t recall what it was. I talk too much.
Hey! Rant on…
But don’t neglect the job hunt too long 🙂
I’ve heard it’s not a healthy weight loss program.
Bill
Dear Hana,
I love your ranting. I feel something similar to that of pieces and do I ever have scattered notes. I don’t even know where to begin organizing. I have been searching the family tree for years, not so much my mother’s side although eventually I might get around to it. But it was my father who said that there was native american in his side of the family and he really looked it. I realize I may never find “concrete evidence” of this or maybe I have and can’t recognize it…yeah that does sound crazy. I believe that as it was stated earlier on this forum that most of the people here in virginia before and up to even 1720 were mixed bloods at least is true but finding evidence can be tough. Back to your ranting..it comes from the heart and gives us a look into you..that makes us all the more connected..rant away!:) sue j
“When I feel disspirited, disappointed and tord-up, I call to mind the minds of the people who did not move overhill and I can see right nicely we have no right to feel that way. We had it easier.” Great-GrandMa.
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Bill
That’s one of the best bits of family lore I’ve seen on this board. So that’s what they called the diaspora — going “overhill.” Very intense language that evokes intense perception, why can it be == Poetry?
Hana,
I hear ya’! Sometimes you’ve just got to let it all out. Once you do then creativity has more play room. I tried something once, cause’ someone suggested it. I dug a small hole in the driveway, big enough for my face to fit in. I yelled and screamed and got it all out. Then I filled in the hole and left that chaos there. When it rains I think of it washing it all way for good. And I figure, if it’s not all washing away, then by jinky’s I can run it over every time I leave and come home! That’ll teach those frustrations!! Linda’s words reminds me of a book we used in a college writing class, I think it was Natalie Goldberg’s Writing Down The Bones, any way, “First you have to get the poop out, before you can get to the flesh of the poem.” But she didn’t say poop, she used the other word!:D Keep on ranting, it does us all good! Love & Light, Lynella.
Hi,
I missed you guys/gals. Just didn’t have any new info, and while whining is perhaps my best skill…
Thank you Lynellarainhawk, I love Natalie Goldberg — and enjoy a good scream in my car, from time to time.
Another thing is that while I love Bill’s quote from his Gr. Grandma, my immediate image was remembering how it felt to have my dad tell me there were children starving in India, when I didn’t want to eat my lima beans — and being just barely smart enough to suggest I go get an envelope to mail them…:D
Hana,
😀 That’s cute! I’m glad your back. I was up to my neck in boredom. Your story reminded me of my oldest son. Garrett wouldn’t eat his peas. While I had my back turned, cause’ by now dinner was over, he smashed them all over the bottom of the table top. I thought he ate them. So, when it came time to scrub the floor and I’m down on my hands and knees scrubbing away, I get to the table, move it and vwa-la, there’s these smashed dried pease glumped up under there and I felt like a real idiot because a five year old pulled one over on me. Ah, but those were the days! Love & Light, Lynella. 😉
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