Annual Pow Wow and Cultural Gathering
Osiyo our Relatives,
Well, We did it again! Another Powwow! Before a powwow can even get off the ground, requires a skilled ground crew. We had the best. New roads, waterlines, electrical upgrades for many more large motorhomes and R.V.s. Water and electricity are now available in many more spaces on the property. Now comes the dumpsters, provided by Running Wolf, ice and ice machine provided by Standing Rock and Wandering Wolf. Running Wolf and crew fixing any problems from last year in the powwow kitchen. Buffalo Sister for all the office work in the organization of the powwow and preparing freezers of chili for the Indian tacos. Running Wolf, Kevin Olson and others mowing the grounds to perfection. Lee Night Hawk upgrading the sacred fire circle. A big Wado to Crystal Wolf for raising the donations for the Eagles. What a hit they were. Silent Ember for his work on the butterfly garden, something new and much needed, and his work as the MC for the powwow. Truth Seeker for raising money for T-shirts, selling them and then donating all the money to the nation, including her share. Also, for all her help in the office. Big, big wado to Running Wolf for cracking the whip in planning and keeping the prep work going to have a successful powwow. To all the volunteers, many from out of state, that showed up on workdays and donated their time on some very hot days. So many great and unselfish people. And never ever forget our many donors, whose generosity just got the ball rolling on a project that is far more complicated than it looks. And never forget preparations for next year have already started.
The sacred fire was started on Thursday night by firekeeper Night Hawk. On Friday, vendors had their wares displayed by noon. So, now we are ready to spell Pavwav-Cherokee spelling. The drum Drowning Creek arrived, the powwow kitchen opened, and gourd dancing began. We had a small but nice crowd for Friday. We filled the ring with grand entry and then social danced till dark. Everyone loved our drum, Drowning Creek. A great time was had by all despite those big, black clouds rolling in from the west. The usual Friday night rain and only one tent blew across the highway.
Saturday dawned and we had naming ceremonies, adoptions, and an authentic Cherokee wedding.
We then prepared for our annual powwow auction, but the rain was ready for us. So the auction was moved indoors in our council house.
The Dickerson Park Zoo brought a bald Eagle, a golden Eagle and various other birds for a demonstration. Wado again to Crystal Wolf for your hard work in procuring the funds for this event, which does not come cheap. Many wados for the Dickerson Park Zoo personnel for assisting the birds to put on a great show! Back to the auction, which turned out to be the best auction we have ever had. We packed so many people into the council house that the people started getting into bidding wars with each other. They cleaned out and clamored for more.
Gourd dancing started at one and your Chief’s 73 old knees danced every round. Last year I told myself enough, but a year later one seems to forget how stiff and sore he was, but that is what Aleve is for. And then where did those black clouds come from? What is that loud boom? Oh, it is just our usual Saturday afternoon thunderstorm.
Then it was social dance time. On some dances, the drum encourages everyone in the audience to come into the sacred circle and dance with us. For many, this is the first and maybe the only chance for them to be welcomed into the sacred circle and dance with those “Indians”. I have remembered with folks from thirty or forty years ago that admitted that this was a high time in their life. “So proud, so humbled.”
We are Cherokee! We are strong! We are great warriors, but Mother Nature is bigger! She does not ask our permission when she sends her thought on a lightning bolt, she is telling you it is going to rain, NOW! So, you run for cover and look up and say, Wado for the rain and make plans for this special time for us next year.
Oh, just one last thing, never ever, ever forget, Creator has our Six.
Da Da Da Go Ha I
Da Na Da go means you
Da Da Da go means all of you
Kenn Grey Elk
Principal Chief
Northern Cherokee Nation
Well, We did it again! Another Powwow! Before a powwow can even get off the ground, requires a skilled ground crew. We had the best. New roads, waterlines, electrical upgrades for many more large motorhomes and R.V.s. Water and electricity are now available in many more spaces on the property. Now comes the dumpsters, provided by Running Wolf, ice and ice machine provided by Standing Rock and Wandering Wolf. Running Wolf and crew fixing any problems from last year in the powwow kitchen. Buffalo Sister for all the office work in the organization of the powwow and preparing freezers of chili for the Indian tacos. Running Wolf, Kevin Olson and others mowing the grounds to perfection. Lee Night Hawk upgrading the sacred fire circle. A big Wado to Crystal Wolf for raising the donations for the Eagles. What a hit they were. Silent Ember for his work on the butterfly garden, something new and much needed, and his work as the MC for the powwow. Truth Seeker for raising money for T-shirts, selling them and then donating all the money to the nation, including her share. Also, for all her help in the office. Big, big wado to Running Wolf for cracking the whip in planning and keeping the prep work going to have a successful powwow. To all the volunteers, many from out of state, that showed up on workdays and donated their time on some very hot days. So many great and unselfish people. And never ever forget our many donors, whose generosity just got the ball rolling on a project that is far more complicated than it looks. And never forget preparations for next year have already started.
The sacred fire was started on Thursday night by firekeeper Night Hawk. On Friday, vendors had their wares displayed by noon. So, now we are ready to spell Pavwav-Cherokee spelling. The drum Drowning Creek arrived, the powwow kitchen opened, and gourd dancing began. We had a small but nice crowd for Friday. We filled the ring with grand entry and then social danced till dark. Everyone loved our drum, Drowning Creek. A great time was had by all despite those big, black clouds rolling in from the west. The usual Friday night rain and only one tent blew across the highway.
Saturday dawned and we had naming ceremonies, adoptions, and an authentic Cherokee wedding.
We then prepared for our annual powwow auction, but the rain was ready for us. So the auction was moved indoors in our council house.
The Dickerson Park Zoo brought a bald Eagle, a golden Eagle and various other birds for a demonstration. Wado again to Crystal Wolf for your hard work in procuring the funds for this event, which does not come cheap. Many wados for the Dickerson Park Zoo personnel for assisting the birds to put on a great show! Back to the auction, which turned out to be the best auction we have ever had. We packed so many people into the council house that the people started getting into bidding wars with each other. They cleaned out and clamored for more.
Gourd dancing started at one and your Chief’s 73 old knees danced every round. Last year I told myself enough, but a year later one seems to forget how stiff and sore he was, but that is what Aleve is for. And then where did those black clouds come from? What is that loud boom? Oh, it is just our usual Saturday afternoon thunderstorm.
Then it was social dance time. On some dances, the drum encourages everyone in the audience to come into the sacred circle and dance with us. For many, this is the first and maybe the only chance for them to be welcomed into the sacred circle and dance with those “Indians”. I have remembered with folks from thirty or forty years ago that admitted that this was a high time in their life. “So proud, so humbled.”
We are Cherokee! We are strong! We are great warriors, but Mother Nature is bigger! She does not ask our permission when she sends her thought on a lightning bolt, she is telling you it is going to rain, NOW! So, you run for cover and look up and say, Wado for the rain and make plans for this special time for us next year.
Oh, just one last thing, never ever, ever forget, Creator has our Six.
Da Da Da Go Ha I
Da Na Da go means you
Da Da Da go means all of you
Kenn Grey Elk
Principal Chief
Northern Cherokee Nation
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ONLY AFTER ALL THE TREES ARE CUT,
AFTER ALL THE GAME IS KILLED,
ONLY AFTER ALL THE STREAMS ARE POISONED,
ONLY THEN WILL WHITE MEN REALIZE THEY CAN'T EAT MONEY.
AFTER ALL THE GAME IS KILLED,
ONLY AFTER ALL THE STREAMS ARE POISONED,
ONLY THEN WILL WHITE MEN REALIZE THEY CAN'T EAT MONEY.
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PLANNING OUR DESTINY
PRESERVING OUR CULTURE
PLANNING OUR DESTINY
