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Indian and Buffalo Are One

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   The ancestral  Indian way of life and the buffalo are gone. They are forever in the history of this nation.  Living in Oklahoma, amongst the five civilized tribes Indian reservation lands, I think often of how much the Indian nations had to give up because of progress. I hope the Indian nations continue to teach to their young and others the wonderful bond they had with the land and nature.  It would be a shame, in my opinion if that were lost for all time.

Here in Oklahoma the reservation system is much different from other reservations I have seen in Wyoming.  In Oklahoma the Indians were integrated with us white folks and we all live together.   There isn’t a section of land set aside for just the Indian nations to live on that I’ve seen. The plains Indians were placed on reservations for themselves only, and it a totally different kind of place.

I can say that Indian blood from two tribes, the Cherokee and the Choctaw run through my veins along with several other nationalities. What does that make me, an American, just like everyone else.

The Abcedarian form of poetry is one of my favorites to do, because it is so challenging. You use every letter in the alphabet as the first letter in each line. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Ambling over the plains

Beginning and no end

Center of life for a nation

Dying for sport

Ever on the run

Fostering the image of strength

Guarding their young with fierceness

Hovering on extinction

Inflicting pain when confronted

Justice for none

Killed by the thousands

Leaving an emptiness on the plains

Moving together as one unit

Noticing all things around them

Open plains covered by Iron horse tracks

Pushing ever away

Quieting the cries of the old and young

Revelation of the coming end

Starving people in need

Time for change

Ultimate loss of life

Visions of doom

White man’s push for more

Xanadu no more

Yearning for yesteryear

Zeitgeist of long ago

My Pioneering Family

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http://youtu.be/nDd2USzIEkA

I ran across this wonderful YouTube video about life as a pioneer, and it added further  to the respect I have for the courage of my forefathers in settling the land.  In the latest book I’m writing, “The Dobyns Chronicles,” I follow one branch of my family starting in Virginia.  They migrate from Virginia in the 1700’s settling in Ohio and Indiana.  My Great-Great Grandfather then migrated with his family to Texas, living in the Sherman/Denison area on the Red River.

Everyone has stories of their family.  Have you ever stopped and thought about how they managed to accomplish what they did.  It is mind-boggling when you consider the obstacles they had to overcome in order to settle a new land.  The hardships they must have endured day after day. The things we take for granted today.

I was very fortunate having a mother who loved family history, and wanted to talk about it.  I grew up listening to the stories about how life was lived when her Grandfather was a boy, and living through the depression.  She taught my sister and I how to survive.  I have her Grandmother’s lye soap recipe.  I truly hope it never gets to a point I have to make my own soap, but I know how, if I need it.  I can live without electricity and running water if I have to.  I know how to plant a garden and preserve food.    This is where I am very grateful for the life today.  I don’t have to do what was common place to the pioneering families of yesteryear.

How many people today could make it across the miles and miles of plains, not seeing a soul, or cross a mountain range?  I know I couldn’t do it.  I use to live in Wyoming many years ago, and looked at the wagon ruts cutting across the country.  The canyons, wagons would have to be lowered into with ropes and then lifted up the other side.  The small cemeteries, containing loved one’s that could go no further.  Between Rawlins and Casper, there is a large granite rock.  The pioneers who traveled by this rock would chisel their name and the year into the rock.  They wanted it known, they were there.