My Beautiful Smokey

Memories of me ridding my Beautiful Smokey

He was with me 30 years, he became my best friend. Because he was a family pet, he loved to chase Frisbee’s , basket balls, even used as a sled dog. You would never believe the things my oldest son did with him. In his last 10 years it was just him and me, I use to ride him up from the creek, he would stand by a rock so I could get on and bring me up to the house.

　

I was told about this horse, he would be a good 2^nd 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.

The man went in the house to get his papers. Smokey’s father was Wyoming Silver Cloud. As we were reading the paperwork, this beautiful horse wanted my attention, he put his head under my arm knocking the paper work out of my hand. I laughed, at that moment I knew we were taking him home. I didn’t know how, as we drove a car here, and I didn’t have a trailer. I was told Smoke was broke, and we could ride him home. The only thing I had in my car was a lead rope and a halter.

So we went out in the field with him. I told the Kids Debbie and David, They could ride Smoke across the wash and to the stables. I would park the car there and walk back and meet them. I put David in the Front and Debbie in the back (they were going to ride double). Smoke sat down, and the 2 kids slid off. We were laughing so hard, we decided the one would lead and the other would ride, the would take turns. So I left with John and parked the car and walked back to meet Debbie and David. To my amazement the 2 kids were ridding Smokey and laughing so hard. David said Smoke is now broke.

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.

Smokey became more David’s horse, he would ride him all over the Desert. David would go visit a girl friend. The Girls loved Smokey and the Loved the attention. He would get a Flex shampoo bath with conditioner, his Tail and Main breaded, He would come home all fluffy and pretty, and smell so good. If David was at school, Smokey would pound on the corral waiting for him to come home.

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.

I moved up in the Mountains above Yosemite. It was beautiful there, Smokey and Freska were getting old. I was by myself now, so I didn’t ride much, when I did it was on my property. I would ride one and the other would follow. I didn’t need the saddle much or even bits, They were both my company and best friends. I got 3 other horses a Cow, 6 sheep, chickens, ducks, and a whole beautiful world there. Freska passed at 29 years, and Smokey at 32 years. Both had a wonderful life, and I truly miss them.

　

Joyce Little White Dove

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.

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.

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

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