After i got married my mom and dad got divorced. My mother was single for a long time. One day she met a full blooded indian named Howard. Howrd was no prize by any standard. He was an ex convict. Most of his issues relvoved around alcohol and action there after. Howard did treat my mom with respect and straightened out his life. In the 1970's my mom passed away in August. moms funeral was on a hot day over 90 degrees and no winds. We lived in Kalamazoo and the funeral prossion had to drive about 35 miles to Allegan Michigan. At the grave side service we had for mom was hot and no WIND !!. Howards family was there mayb e 10 to 15 people. After my moms grave side service Howards brother asked me if they could preform there service honoring my mom to which i said of course. 50 or so feet away from my moms burial spot they set up and started playing there indian drums. When they started it was HOT NO WIND not a cloud in the sky what so ever!! All of a sudden it got VERY dark ALMOST like night. The wind started BLOWING hard and it very cold. When they got done hojnoring her everything went back to light hot and NO WIND. I asked Howards brother what they chanted. He told me they started out with a chant for a indian squaw were his exact words. But then he said they could not finish that chant and it changed to a Indian Warrior chant !! and told me my mom was a warrior for what she had done with Howard. Everyone that was there were speechless.
I love you MOM !!
After i got married my mom and dad got divorced. My mother was single for a long time. One day she met a full blooded indian named Howard. Howrd was no prize by any standard. He was an ex convict. Most of his issues relvoved around alcohol and action there after. Howard did treat my mom with respect and straightened out his life. In the 1970's my mom passed away in August. moms funeral was on a hot day over 90 degrees and no winds. We lived in Kalamazoo and the funeral prossion had to drive about 35 miles to Allegan Michigan. At the grave side service we had for mom was hot and no WIND !!. Howards family was there mayb e 10 to 15 people. After my moms grave side service Howards brother asked me if they could preform there service honoring my mom to which i said of course. 50 or so feet away from my moms burial spot they set up and started playing there indian drums. When they started it was HOT NO WIND not a cloud in the sky what so ever!! All of a sudden it got VERY dark ALMOST like night. The wind started BLOWING hard and it very cold. When they got done hojnoring her everything went back to light hot and NO WIND. I asked Howards brother what they chanted. He told me they started out with a chant for a indian squaw were his exact words. But then he said they could not finish that chant and it changed to a Indian Warrior chant !! and told me my mom was a warrior for what she had done with Howard. Everyone that was there were speechless.
I love you MOM !!!!
Your description of the Indian drumming & singing changing the weather reminds me of accounts by European settlers in the mid-late 1800's reporting seeing something similar among the Ojibwa camps in Minnesota.
They wrote and told others who complied their accounts that there would be occasions when they indians would drum and sing in the large, ceremonial wigwam and it would shake or rock and some of the staves even lifted off the ground a bit.
One man reported being outside and put this hand on the surface if the wigwam, wondering how it could have been shaking so. He was immediately frightened by the sense that he couldn't have held the wigwam still even if he had wanted to. (This odd thought & logic gives the whole thing a ring of truth, imo.)
The man told later told his friend about this episode. The friend went to one of the tribal elders he was friendly with and asked him about it. The elder man would say nothing. The settler asked if he could come to their next meeting and watch, which the indian declined. Interest piqued, and probably a bit miffed on top of it, the settler told the indian to tell the Chief that he would pay him $15 if he could watch next time.
This was back in the late 1800's, so $15 was enough for the Chief to agree to let both white men, plus the blustery man's wife and two children attend next time. (!)
Inside the wigwam, the whites listened to the singing and drumming - which they described as "beautiful". They noted there was an air of jubilance (I got the sense this might have been helped by the presence of the white spectators - and the $15 lol) and the wigwam started shaking. The whites put their hands out to feel the shaking walls. The children wanted to leave, but they were not allowed to (by whom?). Afterward they were served some "delicious porridge".
(This was from Google's digitized scans of obscure books and pamphlets written + usually self-published by european settlers and travelers to the New World providing a first-hand accounts of their experiences.)
Has anybody ever heard or saw something off the beaten path that just didnt fit while hunting for goods.
