tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84079680218397053572024-03-13T21:26:15.536-07:00Joyce Little White DoveJoyce Little White Dovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00440077025024043155noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407968021839705357.post-12171987402267117212014-10-10T09:04:00.001-07:002014-10-10T09:04:17.681-07:00Going Home<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/6AW0e4sDROE" width="459"></iframe><br />Joyce Little White Dovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00440077025024043155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407968021839705357.post-25305858545361062652013-01-03T06:23:00.001-08:002013-01-03T06:23:04.593-08:00RETURN OF THE WHITE BUFFALO - YouTube<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O3j6VG3svQ4&feature=player_embedded">RETURN OF THE WHITE BUFFALO - YouTube</a>Joyce Little White Dovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00440077025024043155noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407968021839705357.post-32360454844391919992012-05-27T08:07:00.001-07:002012-05-29T05:37:50.874-07:00Searching for My Native American Heritage<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 18px;">I was born in Los Angeles, Veda Joyce Reinert. To Zelda Edith Clark, born in Ten Strike, MN on July 25, 1921, and Melvin Davis Reinert, born in Pawnee City, Nebraska, August 25,<img align="left" alt="" height="287" src="http://whispernthunder.org/images/885372_yvstlapues749ktmb3dnfzisb3vttm_medium.png" style="border: 8px solid rgb(255, 255, 255);" width="200" /> 1921. My Mother was a streetcar driver in downtown Los Angeles, and my Father was a bus driver, out of Phoenix, AZ. They were never married, so I learned of him at a later age.<br /><br />I grew up in the Los Angeles area, in a little town called Sunland. It’s in the foothills of Southern California USA. My mother married Wallace G. Telford when I was a few months old. So my name growing up was Joyce Telford.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18px;">When I was about 4 years old, I would go to special places with my Grandfather. There they would use his name John Red Cloud. He was born on the Rosebud Reservation Sept. 22, 1894. Oglala Lakota Sioux. My Grandfather was the grandson of Chief Red Cloud. Grandpa was about 5 when Chief Red Cloud passed; he only had a little memory of him. My Grandfather told me to never talk about the dances or the places we went, as it was against the White man’s laws. Back then it still was.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18px;">Grandpa explained his two separate families. He called one his Native Father Jack Red Cloud, and Mother Nancy Good Cloud. He lived on the Reservation until he was 15. His white father William Allen Clark and mother Ruth C. Walker took him and his sister Dora B. They weren't allowed to speak their Native language or use their names. He was to forget he was Lakota, which they could never do. Grandpa's sister was older. She was able to keep her heritage, and go back to the Reservation.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18px;">When he would tell me of the Sundance - watching them pray and dance for the People, I could see it in his eyes, feel it in my heart. Then he would get so sad, as he missed his Lakota Family. He would say his heart was always there, and through him I am always there.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18px;">When he married my Grandmother Mina Ruth Abbott, born Dec. 5 1895 in Minnesota USA, they could not tell her family he was Native Sioux. It was kept between the two of them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18px;">My grandparents moved from Minnesota to Santa Paula, California. They homesteaded, and built the farm. They were on a main highway so Grandma started a feed and pet store. Grandpa was a tree surgeon, and took care of the citrus trees in the Santa Paula area. They opened a nursery.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18px;">When my Children were in grammar school, I was called in. The school asked me if I was interested in putting my children in special Native American classes, as they would receive credits for them. Now remember I never told anyone I was part Lakota Sioux. So how did they know? I signed the papers. I gave the school everything I knew about my Grandfather. I never found out how the school knew. I know my mother knew. She would get mad at me and say things like “I’ll beat the Indian out of you” and would beat me with belts, hoses, sticks - whatever she had in her hand.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18px;">I knew it was ok now to share the stories of my Grandfather with my children. I showed them pictures where he was born. When my youngest son was born, I named him John, after my Grandfather. I explained things as they got older. I really didn’t understand why I had to prove who my grandparents were. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18px;">I took my children to visit their great Grandfather John Red Cloud. He had eye surgery, so he had some vision. Grandpa held John for a long time. My other two children, Debbie and David, sat with him. Grandpa with a big tear running down his cheek said, “This is my Red Cloud Family.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18px;">I tried several time to call the Rosebud Reservation to ask about registration. I was told I have to live on the reservation or have family there. I have lots of family there, but they just don’t know me. They wanted no part of me. Everywhere I went it was the same.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18px;">I went to talk to someone on the reservation here. They took one look at me and didn’t even want to give me the papers to file. Just that I had to have all the numbers, and information on each person for five generations.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18px;">I started Ancestry about 8 years ago. I found my Grandfather, John Red Cloud. It took years but I gathered all the information they wanted, and guess what, they wouldn’t talk to me. I have been told because I don’t and have not lived on the Reservation. To Native America I am a white woman, and will never be accepted.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18px;">I have never given up, this is a part of me. It is my Soul. It is something my Grandfather gave me. He wanted it so bad. We use to pray to all our relations. We would do a fire circle and Grandpa would ask them to protect me. He would also ask for them to help find my way to the Family. He knew I belonged, and he wanted me to know.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18px;">My Family is happy with what I found, but I would still like to go further with it. I found a new friend and she is helping me now. I recently filed with the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota. <br /><br />So now... I wait.</span></div>
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I was told about this horse, he would be a good 2<span style="font-size: small;"><sup>nd</sup> horse for us, as we were warring Freska out. So my Three children and I jumped in the car and drove to look at another horse. When we got there, we were taken to the back yard. There was this great big beautiful horse. He had a old freezer for his water. He could look in the house through the sliding glass door. There were two Great Danes, we were told he was raised with them. </span><br />
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It was a beautiful Saturday, we were heading out for a trail ride, I was with my Daughter, Debbie, she was ridding Freska, and I was ridding Smokey. I was using a Bosal, everything was going really well. Debbie got ahead of me, as Freska was use to the trail and mountains. Smokey saw them up top and wanted to cross up to be with them. It took everything I had and talking to him to keep him on the trail. We had a wonderful time, as long and Smokey could stay behind or beside Freska. If he could grab Freska’s tail he would have. My hands were bloody from pulling on Smokey, so I went looking for a bit. Found a roller bit after several different tries. <br />
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We moved way out in the Desert on 50 Acers, our nearest neighbor was 5 miles away. One day David came home dragging a telephone pole with Smokey. 2 days later the Sheriff came in the yard, he said; “he followed the trail, wanted to know where I got the telephone pole, I told him. He told me to tell David to take it back, and no questions would be asked, (David was 16).” He also Laughed and said all he had to do is follow the trail. I told him David didn’t understand as it has been setting out there for many years. David drug it back, when he got home from school. He never brought anything home again, unless he had a note signed by the owner. <br />
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I have looked everywhere for a copy.</span></div><div align="CENTER"><span lang="EN">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.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_KAMYSCTbnE/TqtjRCqKfPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/IpiAzrg4S0I/s1600/Eaglefly.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_KAMYSCTbnE/TqtjRCqKfPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/IpiAzrg4S0I/s1600/Eaglefly.gif" /></a></div><div align="CENTER"></div><div align="CENTER"></div><div align="CENTER"><span lang="EN">Where Eagles Dare</span></div><div align="CENTER"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></div><div align="CENTER"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">Fools rush in and love is blind</span></span></b></div><div align="CENTER"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">'Tis for love that make the doves to cry</span></span></b></div><div align="CENTER"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">But true love is patient and kind</span></span></b></div><div align="CENTER"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">Where angels tread and the eagles fly</span></span></b></div><div align="CENTER"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></div><div align="CENTER"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">Love to me is just for the daring</span></span></b></div><div align="CENTER"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">A risky venture full of peril and chance</span></span></b></div><div align="CENTER"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">With great rewards of comfort and sharing</span></span></b></div><div align="CENTER"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">And the music stil plays as we dance</span></span></b></div><div align="CENTER"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></div><div align="CENTER"></div><div align="CENTER"></div><div align="CENTER"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">They say that love is a hurting thing</span></span></b></div><div align="CENTER"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">So if hurting is love's validation</span></span></b></div><div align="CENTER"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">Give me love and all it has to bring</span></span></b></div><div align="CENTER"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">And I'll take all the pain with elation</span></span></b></div><div align="CENTER"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></div><div align="CENTER"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">Dare me to love, I D-double-dog-dare</span></span></b></div><div align="CENTER"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">Do you dare to feel my love?</span></span></b></div><div align="CENTER"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">Love is forever so best prepare</span></span></b></div><div align="CENTER"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">'Cause the eagle flies with the dove</span></span></b></div><div align="CENTER"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></div><div align="CENTER"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">I love you has become such a cliché</span></span></b></div><div align="CENTER"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">An admission that I gladly share</span></span></b></div><div align="CENTER"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">True love has always been that way</span></span></b></div><div align="CENTER"><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">While doves cry where eagles dare</span></span></b></div><div align="CENTER"><span style="font-family: Verdana; 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<span lang="EN"><span lang="EN">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. </span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN"><span lang="EN">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. </span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN"><span lang="EN">Joyce Little White Dove </span></span></div>Joyce Little White Dovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00440077025024043155noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407968021839705357.post-75101881243122402042011-10-28T18:41:00.000-07:002011-10-28T18:58:19.230-07:00Thunder and Lighting at the River<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN">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.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN">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. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN">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. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN">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. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN">My little wooden Flute has brought me great peace, and so many friends, and experiences.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN"></span><span lang="EN">Joyce Little White Dove. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN">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. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN">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… </span><br />
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<span lang="EN">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. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN">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. </span><br />
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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.<br />
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.<br />
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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<b>,</b> 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.<br />
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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.<br />
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<span lang="EN">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. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN">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.</span><br />
<span lang="EN">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.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN">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. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN">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.</span></div>Joyce Little White Dovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00440077025024043155noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407968021839705357.post-73887373021981733732011-10-06T05:10:00.000-07:002011-10-06T05:10:41.339-07:00We want to forget, but learn from our past.<span lang="EN">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. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN">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. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN">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. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN">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. </span><br />
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According to Census reports: 1910 Shows Race: Red (Native American) He was 4years old. <br />
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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<br />
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This verifies stories my Grandfather has told me. He was on the Reservation until He was 15 with his mother. <br />
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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. <br />
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Back then they did not have regular adoptions, they just changed there names. <br />
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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. <br />
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Grandpa married: Mina Ruth Abbott, June 30 1915, They have 8 children.<br />
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Death July 4<sup>th</sup> 1976<br />
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Lieutenant William Clark<br />
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Officer at Camp Robinson<br />
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Events of 1876-1877<br />
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Ref. Red Cloud Warrior-Statesman of the Lakota Sioux<br />
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Robert W. Larson<br />
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And My Grandfather, John Alden Clark, aka John Red Cloud <br />
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Grandfather stories, one of them was of his Father Lt William Clark:<br />
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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. <br />
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Two accounts of Crazy Horses death, one from Lt. Clark, was on good terms longer than any other officer, reported as a terrible accident.<br />
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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.<br />
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Grandpa’s sister:<br />
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Dora B Clark aka Leader Red Cloud.<br />
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Born: ,May 1891 Pine Ridge SD<br />
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Parents: Jack and Nancy Red Cloud<br />
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Was also taken by the Clarks<br />
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Married Ernest Biggs, 15 March 1919, Fort Thompson Buffalo SD<br />
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Census report shows both Indian.<br />
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Had one Child with Homer Clark<br />
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Hermania Clark: 1911 , Crow Creek SD, Tribe: Lower Yanktonia Sioux<br />
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Death 3 March 1949, Brule County DS<br />
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Census SD Death 1905-1955</span>Joyce Little White Dovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00440077025024043155noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407968021839705357.post-42478720938236095962011-09-26T11:59:00.000-07:002011-09-26T11:59:51.200-07:00The Wonders of My Little Flute<span lang="EN">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.</span><br />
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) (:).<br />
I'm getting to the end of the book, A Healing of the People. <br />
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This is a quote from the book;<br />
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“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?<br />
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:<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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<span lang="EN">This hit me hard last night.</span><br />
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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. <br />
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I went out back to play my flute I couldn't play, I had big tears and thanked the Great sprit.<br />
I didn't think about it until I read the above, last night.<br />
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Blessings my Friends<br />
Love<br />
Joyce Little White DoveJoyce Little White Dovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00440077025024043155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407968021839705357.post-56778174507832334262011-09-25T05:29:00.000-07:002011-09-25T05:29:40.427-07:00Bird Sanctuary<span lang="EN"></span><br />
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<span lang="EN">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.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ORMUBP-6QI/Tn8ekkBPElI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kkDDWbxwKbc/s1600/100_0926.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ORMUBP-6QI/Tn8ekkBPElI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kkDDWbxwKbc/s320/100_0926.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span lang="EN">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.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN">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. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN">Everyday that I drive by I stop, and play my flute and thank the Great Sprit for this little place of great beauty.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN">Many Blessings and Much Love</span>Joyce Little White Dovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00440077025024043155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407968021839705357.post-74319965863913139022011-09-24T14:58:00.000-07:002011-09-24T14:58:04.756-07:00One of my many trips down the River<span lang="EN">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. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN">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. </span><br />
<span lang="EN">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. </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3IszFQqsjHY/Tn5RS7Cr5zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YBodA5srrLc/s1600/100_0935.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3IszFQqsjHY/Tn5RS7Cr5zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YBodA5srrLc/s320/100_0935.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span lang="EN">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 .</span><br />
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<span lang="EN">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.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN"> I Thanked the Great Sprit for such a beautiful day.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN">Many Blessings</span>Joyce Little White Dovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00440077025024043155noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407968021839705357.post-59244029072412857402011-09-18T10:41:00.000-07:002011-09-18T10:41:59.647-07:00My Family Tree<span lang="EN"> <span style="font-size: medium;">My Grandparents</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">My Grandmother Mina Ruth Abbott<br />
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Born Dec. 5, 1895 Minnesota<br />
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Parents:<br />
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James Danford Abbott<br />
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Born Oct 29 2857<br />
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Sophie Christensen/Peterson<br />
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Born 1862 in Sweden<br />
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Pass 1995<br />
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Married: 1914 in Port Hope Minnesota<br />
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John Alden Clark aka John Red Cloud<br />
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Born 1895 Rosebud Indian Reservation SD<br />
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Parents:<br />
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Jack Red Cloud<br />
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Nancy Good Cloud Wasti / Red Cloud<br />
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Adopted by: ( taken )<br />
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Lt. William Clark<br />
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Ruth C Clark<br />
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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<br />
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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. <br />
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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 27<sup>th</sup>. We both have a crooked short little finger. So does Chief Red Cloud. </span></span>Joyce Little White Dovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00440077025024043155noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407968021839705357.post-34069898534183713532011-09-18T07:21:00.000-07:002011-09-18T07:21:04.818-07:00Another Link To My Great Great Grandfather<span lang="EN"><span lang="EN"></span>My new book, Autobiography of Red Cloud, Edited by R. Eli Paul. <br />
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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. <br />
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GG Grandfather told me not to worry he (?) would be coming soon. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CPuTpkHF3C8/TnX-H59uLgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8APLxH9FAiE/s1600/5d014776.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CPuTpkHF3C8/TnX-H59uLgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8APLxH9FAiE/s1600/5d014776.gif" /></a></div>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. <br />
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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. <br />
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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.<br />
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Many Blessings and Much Love<br />
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Joyce Little White Dove</span>Joyce Little White Dovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00440077025024043155noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8407968021839705357.post-795711390035271972011-09-17T10:48:00.000-07:002011-09-17T10:48:05.912-07:00A Wonderful Dream<span lang="EN">When I was about 13, when I had a wonderful dream. </span><br />
<span lang="EN">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. </span><br />
<span lang="EN">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. </span><br />
<span lang="EN">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. </span><br />
<span lang="EN">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. </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ylo0jHAFd5s/TnTc51i00wI/AAAAAAAAADI/T-yqy5Ky4rY/s1600/horse-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="217" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ylo0jHAFd5s/TnTc51i00wI/AAAAAAAAADI/T-yqy5Ky4rY/s320/horse-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span lang="EN">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. </span>Joyce Little White Dovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00440077025024043155noreply@blogger.com0