she loved the Indians.
was fascinated by their history,
customs, medicines and tenacity.
we studied many Indian exhibits in museums and
went to their dwelling places.
she even supported some Indian ministries
and proudly wore their jewelry.
there were books on Indian history to be read,
i can still “see” the artistic drawing of
an Indian with a snake hanging out of its mouth.
*shudder*Indian stories were told.
dad collected arrowheads,
we played cowboys and Indians.
it’s just how life was on our farm.
with her love of all humanity
is it any wonder her response one day.
while on vacation at a small town café?
not at all.
she refused to eat.
well actually she refused to even order
and sat at our table very stone faced
i was quite young and didn’t understand
why mom wouldn’t eat.
later she told me what she saw and
how this was the only way she could express her
feelings without embarrassing others.
there in the middle of the cafe'
a family was not being waited on.
they were being completely ignored.
they may have been Indian.
mom was not fond of inequality
when the movie Pocahantas
came out she was excited.
being a lover of history and music,
she was hoping it would be good.
sure enough, she wasn’t disappointed.
she loved it so much she even bought
a cassette tape of the music.
she knew the words
she sang the songs.
she loved Grandmother Willow and the wisdom she
“listen with your heart, you will understand.”
mom even confided that she sometimes
imagined herself as grandmother willow
to her grand kids.in many ways she was.
in 2006 mom and I drove to
Nevada and California to visit her
sisters and some cousins.
we had lots of quality car time.
lots of car time where there were no
radio stations to be found.
so we popped in the pocahantas cassette
ready to enjoy.
rum pa pa pum pum
rum pa pa pum pum
the steering wheel became our beating drum.
our need to participate fully in the songs was strong.
the music was inspiring,
we couldn't hold still.
i was mildly amused when one song came on
and momma said
“when I’m by myself, i crank the sound up.”
so we did.
that’s the best way to enjoy that song!
my heart soared to be singing with my beloved momma.
our voices blending with our hearts
singing for all we were worth.
sometimes even putting it on repeat
so we could soar and sing to our hearts release.
two ladies zipping down the endless freeways
in momma’s silver lincoln town car letting our spirits fly.
bliss now... in remembering.
California highway moms youngest sister
was held hostage in the backseat.
or I’m sure she felt that way at times.
we were taking her home
and she was subjected to our loud
appreciation of the music.
sweet sweet memories.
even when aunt Lynnie exclaimed
“do we HAVE to listen to that again?”
so we gave the tape a reprieve until
we dropped her off in Nevada.
Arizona and New Mexico gave us
sufficient roads for more “music
appreciation” on our homeward journey.
for Christmas this year brown-eyed-handsome
man gave me the soundtrack cd to pocahantas.
it’s taken me a bit to be ready to listen to it.
yesterday I popped it in.
memories of happiness and fun flooded my heart.
even when tears coursed down my face,
even when I howled once or twice like
the wolf to the blue corn moon.
i didn’t howl long
because the sweetness of the memories.
and the love I was blessed with.
the message of this song
describes very well mom’s attitude about
life and the earth.
pop over to this site,
crank up your sound
and sing with all the voices...