Thank you Grandfather, that we are never alone
Our ancestors watch over us, & whisper what's needed
During our darkest hours... You send Your helpers to guide
To comfort all those hurting, & sometimes allow us to see
Only you Creator, could have this much loveTo reveal the unknown, to share the unsearchable
To make available the unavailable
For this I give thanks, & humble myself before You
For speaking the unspeakable, forgiving the unforgivable
And loving those of us, we thought unlovable....
Written by: Kathy Little Wolf

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Thank You Grandfather...

Thank you Grandfather, that we are never alone
 Our ancestors watch over us, & whisper what's needed
 During our darkest hours... You send Your helpers to guide
 To comfort all those hurting, & sometimes allow us to see
 Only you Creator, could have this much love
 To reveal the unknown, to share the unsearchable
 To make available the unavailable
 For this I give thanks, & humble myself before You
 For speaking the unspeakable, forgiving the unforgivable
 And loving those of us, we thought unlovable....
 Written by: Kathy Little Wolf 

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Dwight Mission

Dwight Mission

As I said on my profile page, I am a mix blood, a Cherokee decedent and Irish decedent. I say "decedent" because I am not a member of the Cherokee Nation (that is another blog! lol) There are a few of the Cherokee ways I follow, and even though I have no Lakota blood in my veins, I have many Lakota friends and most I consider my family and a few are mentors to me. I do walk the Red Road, and yet I am  a Christian. Confused yet? Unless you live it, I can see where you would be; but for me, a woman that lives it...it is quiet simple.

Being Native and being Christian isn't the easiest path to follow, and if you look back in history...there is good reason for it. If it wasn't bad enough that the Government (and non government) lied to the NDN's (slang for Indians), stole their land, broke the treaty's again and again...Then "missionary's" showed up. These missionary's "claimed" to be Christian and claimed they were there to "teach" the children. Although the children did not want to go to the white man's schools, it appeared as though they had no choice. The parents left their children in the hands of the "missionary's" believing their children would learn to speak English, to read, to write, and learn other ways of the whites that would be helpful to them and their Tribe in the future. (Not all the parents believed it, but they feared the punishment more if they didn't go along with it.) At the time, the NDN's also believed in the honor system that when a man gave his word he kept it. If you were an NDN this was true, and if you broke your word or promise the punishment was stiff. (By the tribe.)

One of the first things they (the missionary's) did was cut all their hair off...boys and girls. Different tribes have different belief's on the cutting of a male child or mans hair. Some believe you are taking away their strength. The whites recorded they cut the hair of the children to get rid of lice. {I personally don't believe this, NDN's as a rule are very clean people. To the Cherokee "going to water" each morning was a sacred thing; to bath and to pray.} They were forced to wear the white mans cloths while their own clothes were burned including the sacred eagle feathers a father had given his son. Naturally, these actions brought forth anger in the young NDN's... wouldn't it you?

The children learned all right, they learned about beatings, going without food if they rebelled, they learned well what the word 'rape' meant...and it was not limited to the girls only. They were forbidden to speak their tribal language and suffered dearly if they were caught doing so. Or even if they used sign language. It was a travesty to say the least. In Arkansas there was a place called Dwight Mission where they went to  'school' ...and it is well recorded. Below is some pictures of the children and the staff. While the NDN's know this history, and still tell the story's...it is the Whites that don't know the history.How can that be? Perhaps the shame and disgrace was so great they refuse to talk about it passing the story's down from generation to generation. What happened to the staff and those in control of running Dwight Mission? That would require a day or week of research which I think I just may do to learn the truth. Some of the children ran away and when they told the parents and Elders the truth of what happened, they were hidden and protected. Some even moved to another state to stay with family in order to not be found. And sadly, there were those that committed suicide. Death was better than returning to the beatings and the rapes in their eyes. In my family, those names were never to be mentioned again, (those that committed suicide) and the story's were not allowed to be discussed.

Dwight Mission was just ONE place...there were many places like it. Every tribe, not just the Cherokee suffered from such atrocities; in fact...many suffered through much worse. If you have Native American heritage in your family, I suggest you research it. Learn the truth. There are many good genologist out there that are more than willing to help you learn your roots. The truth may not be what you want to hear. Maybe you are under the impression you have Native blood, but through research you learn you actually do not. Then again, maybe you do. If you do, learn the Truth about your family, tribe and all they went through. Be proud of your heritage, no matter what it is. The Cherokee have some of the best records, documentation out there to follow. There a 5 civilized tribes that are documented pretty well and together, the Cherokee, the Choctaw, the Chickasaw, the Seminole, and the Creek. There is a lot of info online but I suggest talking to family  first. You may be surprised what you learn, find written on the back of pictures, written down in bibles, on documents such as marriage license, divorce papers, death certificates, etc....

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~A Soldiers Love~

~The Love of a Soldier~

Thousands of miles apart
In a land strange to us both
He walks  in the line of death
For those he loves the most

His fears he puts aside
As if they don’t exist
And scribbles out “I love you”
To the one he cant resist

Bullets fly all around him
And debris… clouds the once clear sky’s
At night he rest his head
Clearly seeing before him… her soft emerald eyes

New visions take him over
Death and dying all around
He longs to hold her one more time
Her voice the sweetest sound

Thinking, if he makes it out of here alive
He’ll go home where he belongs
And try and put behind him
All he has seen… that was so wrong

To hold her in his arms again
Is what gets him thru each day
And to the American Soldier…
Thank you…is all we can say…

Written By: Little Wolf

Thank you to all that serve now, and have served in the past!
Thank you…for the sacrifices you have made, so we don’t have to….
You are not now, nor will you ever be…forgotten…

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