Thursday, December 15, 2011

My Taxi Day's

I lived in the High Desert. It was hard there hardly any Jobs. I had taken my Early retirement to go Trucking with my Husband then. That was the only way I could keep him in the Truck ( I thought-Wrong) So needing to Work I started a Taxi Service. I would pick up parts, people, anything I could to keep working. I got a car phone, Oh you remember those the battery took up most of my trunk and running wires.
I would be out to pick up a customer, there weren’t any street signs, so I would use the phone. One day I was out looking, I couldn’t find her for nothing. I called her on the phone, she laughed so hard ( as she was outside watching me). She said: “how did you get there, told me to turn right at the big rock, then left at the next trail”, when I did that I could see her, we laughed. Now I wasn’t in a 4 wheel drive. She showed me a good way out, we went shopping down in the Valley.
I picked up a Man headed off to town. He said he had to get something from a Friend would I wait for him, kept the meter running. He came back in about ½ hr. took him to the store and back home. He paid the bill, was a good run for me. The next time He called it was late abt 9pm. Took him to the same place waited outside, then home. Next time he called I told him I couldn’t pick him up any more. DAAAAAAA
I had accounts with Parts stores, Drug stores, Liquor stores, all kind s of things I would pick up and deliver

Hard to get a Job that paid anything, so I started another Taxi. Used my San Bernardino license to get the new one.  I moved up in the Mountains, It was so beautiful.  I  ran, Southern Cal, and Northern Ca

To pay the Insurance fees I started advertising on the Taxi Cab. Sold signs on top and doors and
back end. That paid to keep the cab running. It was great. I hared out to the local bars for a fee to help with gas. I depended on tips.

Years ago I ran a Taxi, after hours I would find young Girls hanging out in under stair ways, in some very dangerous places. So I would offer to take them home. It got so they would call me I would take them Home.

One night I got a 911 call at the lake, the phone booth number was on my phone. I made a list of the phone booths so I would know where they were coming from. I drove around the Lake, it was dark about 2am. Where the phone was is at the Far end in a very deserted area. I drove very slow, put the Taxi light on as bright as I could.

She was hiding in the bushes, came running and got in the Cab crying. asked her home or, the PD. With a gulp and fear She Said home. She didn’t say much just cired. When we got to her house, I parked across the street, waited until she went in and Her light went on. I flashed the Taxi light and she turned her light off and on. It was about a week when a call came in on the Taxi line it was her Father, thanking me for saving His Daughter Life, there was a write up in the Local paper.

I went to the Local Police Dept. and asked if they had a place I could take the Young People, if for some reason they just didn’t want to go home. I was told I shouldn’t be taking them in my Taxi, just call the Police and they would pick them up. I could and would not ever do that, There was no place to lake them. So I called the local Churches and other people to help. Do you know I never found anyone to help. So If I found one that was hurt or sick, I took them to the Emergency Room, or I would ask do you want to go home, or the PD station 90% it was Home.

Pulled into the Club to pick up a passenger. Had to go up stares, under the stair case I saw 3 young Girls (about 15), talking to a not very nice Man. I parked my Cab, and walked up to the Girls. Told them to get in the Cab ( in a very loud voice) NOW!!.

They didn’t even question me they got in the Cab.  I locked the doors, and windows. Turned around and Said; Home or the PD, of course they said home.  The Girls asked me how I knew they were in Trouble. Told them because they weren’t smiling. They were also in a place they never should be. I took them home. Later that week I went to fill my Cab with gas, I was told it was paid for. 

The Taxi was hired to take passengers to and from a large party held in hall up in the mountains. It was a long twisting road. Had made several trips, everything was going well.
Pulled in to pick up a couple, I knew them very well. Now my Taxi was a white Chevy. Expect for the yellow light on the top It looked like a cop car.

The Gentleman was very drunk, he saw the car and freaked out. He took off running, across the road and down the hill falling and getting up again. There was people out looking for him. I heard him yell “ I’m not getting in that _____ing Car. He was a small man, but it still took 4 men to get him in the Cab.
Now we headed down the Road, going as fast as I dared. Twisting up and down hills Him yelling all the way. Now we get to there door. His wife gets him out of the cab and up the steps to the door. All of a sudden He is in a fight with the screen door ( I never saw anything like it). Off comes the screen door, down he comes with the screen door. Now picture a full grown man laying on his back with a screen door on top of him. Then he gets up grabs the door again, off the deck he goes with the door between deck and car parked below. Yelling, screaming. He wife goes in the house, I drive off laughing and shaking my head.
Next Day His wife calls and thanks me for taking them home. He didn’t have a scratch, spent the night with the screen door.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Where Eagles Dare

I told a Gentle man a cute little story. I was about 15 working in my parents shop. A long haired, bearded man came into the store. we talked about many things. He start to draw, when he was done He gave the picture to me. It was a Eagle with a Dove in his Wing.  He said I was the eagles heart. 

  Years later I saw the same picture in a store.  
  I wish I still had it, but it disapered like most things do. I have looked everywhere for a copy.
This is the Poem my Friend sent me, I have several others of his, but I don't know where he went or who he is. just He is Carl.
Where Eagles Dare
Fools rush in and love is blind
'Tis for love that make the doves to cry
But true love is patient and kind
Where angels tread and the eagles fly
Love to me is just for the daring
A risky venture full of peril and chance
With great rewards of comfort and sharing
And the music stil plays as we dance
They say that love is a hurting thing
So if hurting is love's validation
Give me love and all it has to bring
And I'll take all the pain with elation
Dare me to love, I D-double-dog-dare
Do you dare to feel my love?
Love is forever so best prepare
'Cause the eagle flies with the dove
I love you has become such a cliché
An admission that I gladly share
True love has always been that way
While doves cry where eagles dare
Carl ©

My Name Joyce Little White Dove

When I was very little, my grandfather would take me to Pow Wows, and other ceremonies. One day at one of the Pow Wows he took me to see a Lady. They dressed me in a beautiful White leather dress with feather and beautiful blue beads. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I had a hair piece, made of Feathers. My moccasins were white leather with the same blue beads.

That night at the Fire dance, was given my pouch with my crystal and my name in it. There was also a piece with a small dream catcher and a feather hanging down. One of the pictures with my Great Great Grandfather, he is wearing one just like it. Grandpa explained, I was to get my earth or native name. My pouch came from my Great Grandmother (Pretty Owl) . As to why I was chosen I didn’t understand until years later.

So Grandpa danced, sang. I got to dance and sing that night also. He said my name Little White Dove and asked the Great Sprit for a sign. There was a beautiful Dove that landed in a tree by us singing. Later a Little Dove landed on a rock near us. He said: your name is Little White Dove.
Every tine I got to wear my dress and feathers I felt like a bird, I would sing and dance and be fee.
The little Dove was hurt; we took her home and mended her wing. When She was well we set her free; Grandpa blamed me for all the Wild Brown and White ring neck Doves. I would laugh when he told people.

When my Grandfather passed, I went to the cemetery after everyone was gone. I danced, burned sage. The doves came and sang with me. I feel Grandpa flew off with his beloved Doves. His sprit is free and singing his songs.

So my Friends when I play my flute by the River and the Doves come, I am with my Grandpa once again.

Blessings and Love
Joyce Little White Dove

Thunder and Lighting at the River

The River this time of the year is so beautiful. Great big dark clouds in the sky, lots of colors, and reds from the sun peaking through the clouds. Thunder crashing and lighting bolts slashing down to the waters edge, it is so beautiful.

I was standing in the water playing my flute, it was like I never experienced before. When I turned around there was a big cloud in the sky, I was a Man with puffy hair in a bandana, holding something in his hand. I smiled, and played my flute. I was watching the winds carry him away. Slowly he disappeared, the thunder and lighting continued. I thanked the Great Sprit for my wonderful evening at the River.


Sometime later I was in the desert, had my little fire going. Playing my flute, and saying a few prayers. A Man stop and, said; "You need more wood", and left. He came back with some more wood, sat by the fire he was so quite. I kept playing my flute; we sat there quietly for I don't know how long. When I stopped playing he would chant, and throw more sage in the fire. We said good night, and we would meet again.

The 2nd time I saw him he was carving a pipe; He held it up to show me. I smiled, he was my cloud. He is one of 8 in a group to conserve the Traditional Sioux Ceremonial Pipe. He played my drum as I played my flute. He explained, if the thunder and lightening came not to be afraid.

I found out some wonderful things. I met Him a few more times, He is studying for his masters. He was raised on the Rosebud Resveration. He is Japanese/ Apache .  His father was in the interment camp here during the war. He escaped and marred a apache girl. I had said many payers at the site, there is a fence and monument. His Father is still Doctor on the Rosebud Resveration. He knows of a man there that could be my Brother.

He left the Desert, I have not heard from him again. But I know some day I will see him again. When the thunder and lightning crash the sky I smile, and say hello.

My little wooden Flute has brought me great peace, and so many friends, and experiences.

Blessings and Love
Joyce Little White Dove.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Once I had a Vision

It was very strong. I didn’t even know it was a vision.

My Father and My Great Great Grandfather came to me, standing in the middle of my living room. I was amazed, I was told to go to my special place at the River, not to worry they would be there waiting for me. This was my vision, so I did as they asked me.

A lot of things went through my mind at that time; I thought maybe they had come for me it was my time. I wasn’t feeling very well, and it was a 1 hr drive. As I drove there, a large flock of birds were in the road, a voice told me to go on, it would be fine. As I will not run over birds I drove very slowly. They flew up and over my car I could even hardly see the road, but I kept going. The Hawks were on the Electrical lines all along the Road, many other birds all along the Road. The Reservations is usually filled with beautiful birds feeding on the crops and water, but this time it was overwhelming…

When I got to the River I took out my flute, said my prayer to the four corners and said thank you for the beautiful trip here. I was standing in the water playing and My GG Grandfather came to me. He told me everything would be good now, I followed the path and he was very proud of me. This time my father wasn’t with him. He also told me my GG Grandmother Pretty Owl and Him have been watching out for me for a very long time. They would be with me until I joined them in sprit.

There were many other things I learned that day, but not for here.
I really thought that day I was going to be with them in the sprit world, in some ways I am and have always been with them and My Grandfather. But I know I’m not finished with my work yet in life, and never in the sprit world.

Pease and Love
Walk in Beauty
Joyce Little White Dove

Monday, October 10, 2011

A True Story of A Very Special Friend

A Quite a few years ago, I met a Young Man when I was out dancing. It was great, he loved to dance, and drank Diet Coke like I do. We met at many different places after that, for about a year.

He was a Minister of local Bikers for Christ. He was very sad, he was in the middle of a divorce. He just did not understand, and missed His Girls. I did what I could to help him.
We had made our first real date to go to dinner and then dancing. He was going to pick me up at the ranch on His Harley. I had met him early a couple of times to go for a ride. That Friday he never showed up, and I never heard from him again. I just knew he was not that kind of person, to just to leave without saying something.

After a couple of months, I called the church he was from and I asked about him. I was shocked to find out the person I got knew of me. He wanted to come by and see me, I told him no. So, he told me on the phone. That Friday He was on his way to see me. He pulled out on His bike, and a Woman, Drunk hit him. He was still in a coma; His Friend at the Church thanked me for what I had done for Him, also to please come by the Church.

I was told what hospital and where, but when I go to the hospital, His wife and Girls were there. So I left, never called again and never heard from anyone again.

Life gives us a few wonderful experiences and sometime takes our friends away, but the Memory and love for them goes on forever.

Many Blessings

Thursday, October 6, 2011

My Grandpa and Me

When I was a very little Girl about four years old, I was doing things I thought everyone did. Being so very tiny for my age, I couldn’t reach things even the stool was too short for me. I could use the drawers in the kitchen to climb up and on the counter. When my mother caught me, she would yell and slap me around, knock me to the ground, and sent me to my room. I would put my pillow under the blanket, and crawl under the bed and stay until it got quite again.

I learned to move things, I would look at a box of cereal, and wish it down. I had to be careful about bowls, because the would break. My Mother worked nights all my life. So I would entertain myself, so I wouldn’t wake her. I would practice with my colors moving them and making pictures, it was getting easy to get water out of the sink, all kinds of things. Mother would get so mad, shake me and tell me I was a bad girl.

When I was about five, Mother took me to see the Church elders, there were about four of them. I sat in the middle of the room. They would ask me questions like how do you get things you want, not knowing I told them. They asked me about the puppy that was sick, I told them I touched it and asked Great Father to please make it better. I held the puppy for hours when it started to wake up and cry. One at a time they came and put there hand on my head and prayed. They prayed to God the Father. We got ready to leave the Elders told my mother not to let me do any of those things anymore.
I was starting to get stronger, and hear things people would say without moving there mouths. I kept it very quite, and started staying by myself. Mother took me back to the Church. There were more people there, carrying bibles, and Praying. I was put in the center of the room again. This time I was tied to the chair, I started to cry, so scared. They all started praying, and yelling. They would come up to the chair, touch my head sometime my head would fall to one side or back, and hurt my neck. If I said ouch, or anything they would yell at me more, and shove the chair around the room. It was a day I would never forget. I vowed I would never say anything to anyone again. I would hide.

That week I went to My Grandfathers, I told him what happened. I don’t know what was said to my mother as I was sent outside to play.

Grandpa took me up in the mountains. We could see the orange trees filled with oranges, the smell was so wonderful. He put a blanket on the ground for me. Made a circle around me, with small sage fire in the middle. He put small bags of tobacco all around. There was Red, Yellow, Black, White in the four corners. He sat with me for a little, we prayed to the Great Father to help me, to give me strength. I thanked the Great Father for my Grandpa, and this beautiful place. Grandpa told me to sit here and talk to mother earth, father sky and the four corners. Ask them the questions that I have and just wait for answers . I could hum or just be quite. He would not be far just across to keep my fire going. I don’t know when I fell asleep. I awoke in the morn. Grandpa had a snack for me, he didn’t eat.

We talked about my dreams, and what I was told. He asked me if I had the answers to my questions. I was told from this day forward not to tell anyone except Grandpa and his people about my gifts, or who I am. I realized years later that this was my first vision quest.

Grandpa starting taking me out more, we would go to pow wows. I meat some great people, I could talk to them. Grandpa would tell stories to the children.

We went back up on the mountain, it was a beautiful day. Grandpa made a circle again, we said prayers, Grandpa had me sit very quiet and picture us flying together way up in the sky. It was so blue, I just looked up. Soon I was flying, I could look down and see Grandpa sitting there, and next to him was me. We were doves flying in the trees, singing, I was so happy I didn’t want to come down. I felt a touch and heard Grandpa voice Little White Dove come down, we can go another day.

We want to forget, but learn from our past.

We would like to remember the good things, the things that made us happy. For some there has just been too much pain, metal and physical to close it all out. It gets so overwhelming all we want to do is hide.

My Daughter with Buck and Her Grandaughter
My Daughter got a beautiful little horse; she has scabs all over her little body. We do not know how or why she has them. You can see in her eyes the fear and pain. If you try to approach her she runs, kicks in shear terror. Everyone knows by looking at her that she has been abused. They all tell us it will take a long time. We don’t care; we just give her love, and a gentle hand. She is starting to respond to my daughter.

Everyone that comes to my Daughters and see the horses, ask how do you two do this. We just smile and say we don’t know. It is just the Love we have for living things.

When I hurt my Leg last week, I was resting with my foot on the corral. One of the Horses (Sky) came over and smelled it. Then she went over and got a drink of water, she came over and let the water out of her mouth on my foot. She went back over and got another drink and let it out on my foot again. Then she ran all the other horses out of the corral, and stood by me for quite a while.

When you see a human, abuse a Child, or Animal please do something, even if it is just to pray and ask for help. Too many walk away and do nothing, saying it not my concern. That is not true, if someone had done something, when I went to school with a bleeding back. When I went to work with a black eye, or when I lost a baby due to a fall down the stairs. Back then no way, didn’t even question how. So many things that never got anyone’s attention. Being like the little horse too afraid to say anything, just running afraid.

Some of my Special Friends will understand why I wrote this. I truly hope it helps

Blessings and Much Love
Joyce Little White Dove

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

John Alden Clark aka John Red Cloud-

This is also part of my Family Tree. 

John Alden Clark (John Red Cloud)

Born on the Rosebud Reservation 9/22/1894

According to Census reports: 1910 Shows Race: Red (Native American) He was 4years old.

                                                          standing: Jack Red Cloud, Nancy Red Cloud
                                                          Sitting:   Chief Red Cloud  abt 1900

Father; Jack Red Cloud                           

Mother; Nancy Red Cloud


At the age of 15 Allen W Clark and His Wife Ruth C Walker picked him up and took him to Minnesota. Census report 1910 shows Race: White

This verifies stories my Grandfather has told me. He was on the Reservation until He was 15 with his mother.


U.S. Indian Census Schedules, 1885-1940 for Nancy Red Cloud, John Red Cloud, is no longer listed. That confirms that he is no longer listed as Native American.

Back then they did not have regular adoptions, they just changed there names. 

All of the Pow Wow’s we went to he was John Red Cloud. He was a quite, gentle man. The only thing he really wanted was to be Lakota, that wasn’t allowed by the Family or School. He was beaten, told to only speak the white mans tongue.

Grandpa married: Mina Ruth Abbott, June 30 1915, They have 8 children.

Death July 4th 1976



Lieutenant William Clark

Officer at Camp Robinson

Events of 1876-1877

Ref. Red Cloud Warrior-Statesman of the Lakota Sioux

Robert W. Larson

And My Grandfather, John Alden Clark, aka John Red Cloud

Grandfather stories, one of them was of his Father Lt William Clark:

He was assigned to deal with Crazy Horse who would surrender to Red Cloud at the Red Cloud Agency. To show respect one of Crazy Horses best warriors gave Lt. Clark a prized war bonnet. This story is written in book above. It is of the Washington peace trip, Young-Man-Afraid’s, Crazy Horse and several others.


Two accounts of Crazy Horses death, one from Lt. Clark, was on good terms longer than any other officer, reported as a terrible accident.


It was hard for Grandpa, as he had 2 families, Red Cloud and the Clarks, so his stories are from both sides, His white Father, Lt. Clark and, His Mother Nancy Red Cloud. He doesn’t have many from Jack Red Cloud, but what he knew from Chief Red Cloud his Grandfather. There are sever pictures of a young boy, they say he is unknown, sometimes I wonder if he isn’t my Grandfather John Red Cloud.

Grandpa’s sister:

Dora B Clark aka Leader Red Cloud.

Born: ,May 1891 Pine Ridge SD

Parents: Jack and Nancy Red Cloud

Was also taken by the Clarks


Married Ernest Biggs, 15 March 1919, Fort Thompson Buffalo SD

Census report shows both Indian.

Had one Child with Homer Clark

Hermania Clark: 1911 , Crow Creek SD, Tribe: Lower Yanktonia Sioux

Death 3 March 1949, Brule County DS

Census SD Death 1905-1955

Monday, September 26, 2011

The Wonders of My Little Flute

I am reading a wonderful little book, Walking in the Sacred Manner. Written by Mark St. Pierre and Tilda Long Soldier. Healers, Dreamers, and Pipe Carriers - Medicine Women of the Plains Indians.
Anyone who wants to understand the Native American Woman, who she was and is. How the ways were taught. It is written in small short stories, so everyone can read it and understand (even me) (:).
I'm getting to the end of the book, A Healing of the People.

This is a quote from the book;

“While sacred visions continue to acted out by women for the good of the people in the modern setting, many questions still remain for the future searchers. Is the sacred calling of medicine women among Plains Indian tribe dying, or is it actually still vital?
We aksed Wounye' Wate' Win what it was that she wanted to leave people with, what central thoughts had occurred to her during the time that we worked together on this book:
It would be something like don't judge or compare you spiritual experience with somebody else's. Don't compare yourself with books; you'll always come up short. The more you follow the inner voice, that quiet voice, the more you will learn and grow in your own way.
Sometimes you hear a voice, sometimes a woman, sometimes a man. Maybe it will be a new song. When you hear it, feel it. there will be a deep knowingness that you can turst. When you're true to that, you understanding (of sacred things) will grow stronger.
You must follow this inner voice even thought in contradicts what others are expecting, even thought it is contrary to what others are doing and saying.
She was approached by a man that told her to keep doing Her Woman's ceremonies".

This hit me hard last night.

I was praying and playing my flute at the River. I do a small ceremony before I play. I went to the Casino to listen to the Music and dance. A man came up to me, and said to me, Please never stop doing what you do, no matter what anyone says to you. I was surprised, he is very important in the tribe. how could he notice a little bird like me. (:). The same night the local Medicine man came up and gave me a big hug and said bless you sister. 

 I went out back to play my flute I couldn't play, I had big tears and thanked the Great sprit.
I didn't think about it until I read the above, last night.

Blessings my Friends
Joyce Little White Dove

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Bird Sanctuary

I was on my way to work one day. I stopped at the Bird Sanctuary like I do everyday. It was this time of year. Again the moss was taking over the water way for the birds, it was quite a mess. The water was very low; I saw fish jumping out of the water after bugs, birds also after bugs. A young man stopped to talk to me. He told me they were not filling the water that it had been shut off, so the moss couldn’t get into the River. Another person I talked too said;” that when things are started and there is a new counsel they have there own priories.

I would stop and play my flute, one day I couldn’t play. I was so angry, and upset. I help my flute in the Air, and Said; “Man built this, there are so many critters that depend on it now. We are not allowed to walk away and let it all die, I yelled FIX IT”. Then I sat down and played my flute, and asked for forgiveness for my out cry.

Two Days later I was on my way to work, there was a backhoe pulling out the moss, cleaning the water way. They turned on the water again, all year the Birds play, Fish jump, and it’s so beautiful. They have planted more trees and bushes.

Everyday that I drive by I stop, and play my flute and thank the Great Sprit for this little place of great beauty.

Many Blessings and Much Love

Saturday, September 24, 2011

One of my many trips down the River

Driving to the River I took the River Road. It was a beautiful day, I just wanted to stay as close to the river as I could. I had my Puppies with me (Furby and Mr. Chips) We stopped several time. Went for walks, Puppies ran up and down the River, chasing birds and what ever else was moving. When I played my flute they would just sit and watch me. The Birds, crickets would sing frogs crock.

The last stop was up by the Casino. We had lunch, Puppies curled up in the car and took a nap. I burned sage, tobacco, said my prayer to the four corners and Mother earth and Father ski.
Playing my flute, the birds were all over, first the Doves there coos are so beautiful, setting in the cane. Then the Seagulls came, several of them. They were flying all around me, I could reach up and almost touch them, landing on the roof of my car. If I stopped playing they would leave, I just kept playing. The ducks came over to see what was going on. I didn’t have any food with me. They just stayed swimming, diving under the water and coming back by my feet.
When I put my Flute up, a couple in a 4x4 came over to me. They loved my Flute, and never saw anything like it. They didn’t want to interrupt me, so they just waited. Wanted to know how I did that, I told them I didn’t. Critters love music and the flute just has a tone that appeals to them. They were parked up on the hill above me. If they had of started the 4x4 it would have chased all the critters away .

We left and headed home stopped at the Bird Sanctuary. Let the Puppies out, when they were through with there walk I played my flute. I hadn’t been there in awhile, it was so beautiful. The Egrets were there a large flock of white ones, when I played they flew over my head, they hadn’t forgotten me. Sun was starting to set, so the crickets were singing and frogs were crocking. It felt so good there, I know I did a good thing. Great big fish jumping out of the Water to catch the bugs.

 I Thanked the Great Sprit for such a beautiful day.

Many Blessings

Sunday, September 18, 2011

My Family Tree

My Grandparents

My Grandmother Mina Ruth Abbott

Born Dec. 5, 1895 Minnesota

James D Abbott and Family

James Danford Abbott

Born Oct 29 2857

Sophie Christensen/Peterson

Born 1862 in Sweden

Pass 1995


Married: 1914 in Port Hope Minnesota

John Alden Clark aka John Red Cloud

Born 1895 Rosebud Indian Reservation SD


Jack Red Cloud

Nancy Good Cloud Wasti / Red Cloud

Adopted by: ( taken )

Lt. William Clark

Ruth C Clark

Now I understand why the Family wouldn’t recognize, My Grandfather being Lakota (Sioux). One of the first deaths of a White man by a Native American was an Abbott, the denial was so strong. He wasn’t allowed to talk about it or even mention that he was of Native Blood. Now I know why it was all so much a secret. It would have been a betrayal of her Family

Abbott has a long line of Military standings. They go to George I V Abbott arrived 1642 In Mass , I have flowed my tree to Ralph De Abbott Born 1119 in England.

As to why Grandpa chose me I still do not know. There are many Traits we share, and my Birth day is only 5 days from his. He was the 22nd of Sept. mine is the 27th. We both have a crooked short little finger. So does Chief Red Cloud.

Another Link To My Great Great Grandfather

My new book, Autobiography of Red Cloud, Edited by R. Eli Paul.

About a couple of years ago My GG Grandfather came to me at the River. I was swimming, it was such a beautiful day. I looked at the shore, there was my GG Grandfather. He waved at me, so I swam to shore. Back then when he came, there was a tall dark man, he always stood in the background never said anything, couldn't see his face. To this day I don’t know who he was or why he was there.

GG Grandfather told me not to worry he (?) would be coming soon.

Then GG Grandfather told me to look for White Horse. I put White Horse in my Browser, found a couple. Then I laughed, GG Grandfather would laugh at me if he new how I was Looking for White Horse. My Neighbor gave me a little White Pony this year, I know it’s not White Horse, but she is so cute, and I love her.   

Last night I was reading, In chapter 9, They talk about White Horse. White Horse, was Red Clouds eyes and ears on the failed raid against the Crows. I stopped, and took a breath, another link to GG Grandfather.

So I will keep reading and looking for answers. Even as I go to the River, I will Pray for answers. They come slow, but it is worth the wait.

Many Blessings and Much Love

Joyce Little White Dove

Saturday, September 17, 2011

A Wonderful Dream

When I was about 13, when I had a wonderful dream.
I was setting saying my prayers with a small fire. I was by my self. It was a beautiful evening, the night birds were singing. I had my four corners marked, White for North, Black for West, Red for East and Yellow for South. My crystal was on a bed of sage, my pouch lay beside it on the sage.
As I prayed to the North a Beautiful White horse came up to me and stood. As I turned to the East another horse came to me and stood. Then as turned to the South another horse came to me and stood, and one from the West. They were so Beautiful. There mains were shoulder lengths with feathers in them, Long flowing tails, that touched the ground. I prayed to Mother Earth and Father Sky. The horses turned flipped heads, and ran in the 4 directions as they had come.
When I told Grandpa about my Dream, He told me that there had been a Ceremony many years before his time using horses. He smiled at me and told me Horses bring great Medicine. He also told me the Great Sprit would let me know how and when to use it.
I am reading a book called Black Elk speaks. It is a wonderful Book, I have read his vision, It is with four horses in the four corners, and He is on one by himself. Later in the Book when he was older they Held a Horse Dance, it was of his vision. They painted the horses and the riders. That must have been what Grandpa told me of.
Also I found in Black Elk’s (he call’s himself Black Elk 4) book, My GG Grandfather Chief Red Cloud’s mother, Walks as She Thinks, Her father is White Rabbit, His Father is Black Elk 2, Black Elk 4’s GG Grandfather. Black Elk 3 is His Grandfather. It all came together with Red Eagle Woman is GG Grandmother. I have them in my tree on Ancestry. What a Find.