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Tate at the TeePee

Just in time for Thanksgiving and celebrating all that we have, thanks to the Native AMERICANS who taught our ancestors how to live in this new land that they happened upon,  Tate and I took off and attended an Indian PowWow that was held in Ellijay GA. What an amazing experience!! My Father came from a line of Cherokee Indians but unfortunately I don’t know a lot about that part of my family. I was too young to appreciate much about my heritage when those who could provide the answers were alive. Now I have to search far back in my memory to even remember bits and pieces of what I was told as a child. Kinda like when you have a guitar teacher and learn to play a song. 20 years go by and you can only remember a chord or two but you know it is there somewhere.

November is “Native American Awareness Month” as well as the month we “Pay Tribute to our Soldiers and Veterans” for their many sacrifices and the month that we celebrate all that we have to thankful for. What a wonderful month November is!!

Grand Entrance Ellijay GA PowWow

PowWows begin with a Grand Entry. This is the entry of all the people entering the arena. This originally was a parade through the town the powwow was in. Even today in some powwows, these parades are still held. During the Grand Entry, everyone is asked to stand as the flags are brought into the arena. The flags carried generally include the U.S. Flag, Tribal Flags, the POW Flag, and Eagle Staffs of various Native Nations present. These are usually carried by veterans. They incorporate Veterans into their PowWow in a MAJOR way.

buffalo

There was a HUGE buffalo. Have you ever seen a buffalo up close and in person? Such a majestic animal.

Native American Indian Regalia

Another amazing site at PowWows are the regalia that the Native Americans wear. Some spend YEARS putting together their regalia. Some items are passed down from generation to generation.

Native American Indian Regalia

We met many wonderful folks. Everyone from elders to the young’uns.

Jyl with the Indians

Ok, here is where I have to hang my head in shame. He had just finished a tribal dance and was a little short of breath, I asked him what tribe he was with and it was a little hard to catch. I want to say it was something like Opie but I know that isn’t quiet right and I didn’t want to ask again.

Chief Nac-A-Homa Levi Walker Jr

This is Tate sitting with Chief Noc-A-Homa (Alanta Braves Mascot’s name), watching him flint nap. His christian name is Levi Walker Jr. and he is the most well known Brave’s Mascot. He held that position for 16 years. It was so interesting hearing him talk about his life experiences as a Native American, as the Brave’s Mascot and as a man.


This is one of the young men performing what is known as the Hoop Dance. Fabulous to watch. I wish that I could have zoomed in a little more so that you could see better, but it is still worth watching.

So, that was a glimpse into our day at the PowWow. If you ever hear of one in your area I HIGHLY suggest that you go. It is such an educational and spiritual experience, one that you will never forget.

 

This afternoon my friend CJ and I are headed to Atlanta. I LOVE it when the opportunity to go arises. It isn’t that I am particularly fond of the city, it is what the city has to offer! I am going to run by Whole Foods and grab a few things I have been wanting for quite some time but can’t find locally.

I am also going to run by a couple of stores to look for wood blinds. I have had the regular vinyl/plastic/whatever they are and my dog keeps tearing them up trying to look out as she waits on me to return home. As many of those as we have gone through we could have already bought a whole series of wood ones.

And best of all I get to spend the afternoon with my friend that I haven’t gotten to see in months. What is on your agenda for today?

 

When traveling I have found that just being at the airport is an experience all it’s own. The sights, the sounds and the hassles are like none that you will experience any where else in the world. You get to take your shoes off and run around barefoot…where MILLIONS of others have done the same. Can you just imagine what kind of germs and diseases you are stepping on? Yeah, comforting thought.

Then there are the people. They come from all walks of life. Every nationality, gender, social class and preference that you can imagine is represented at the airport. They all dress differently, act differently and react differently to all of the situations that present themselves at the airport.

Then there are the languages that people speak. One poor lady left her bag sitting in her chair while she went to the restroom…well folks, that is a HUGE no-no in today’s time. To make matters worse she didn’t speak English and it took forever for the gate attendants to figure out what language she did speak much less find someone to interpret. Then a lady got off the plane at the gate where I was to board, she didn’t speak English, couldn’t find her boarding pass and everyone was in an uproar as to what to do about her. That was the only time that I saw one of the Gate Attendants get ugly…and it was just one in particular. I felt so bad for the little lady. She was confused and scared and no one could understand her and then a gate attendant starts yelling at her and shoving papers in her face like that is going to help the situation. Maybe they need a better document management system that tracks people that speak a different language so that they know where they are going, where they came from, etc.

I don’t think I could work at the airport.  They have to repeat themselves hundreds of times a day.  Over and over and over again. They have to put up with a lot of crap from irate passengers that are irate mostly because of their own doing. Most of the employees in the airport do a wonderful job, maintaining their composure, smiling, and being all around pleasant. There are those that are grumpy and short with the travelers. And then there are those that make you feel like you are family and go out of their way to do whatever they can to help make your travel experience nothing but pleasant.

As my flight was called to start boarding, the gate attendant that I always saw go out of her way to help everyone looked at my seating assignment and decided that she was going to help me out by moving me 20 rows closer to the front of the plane. I LOVE that gate attendant for doing that for me. Cause let me tell ya, if she hadn’t of done that, I would have been in the back of the plane in the middle of a large group of teenagers suffering through the whole flight.

statue of liberty

Approaching New York. Can you spot the Statue of Liberty? It was really foggy, or smoggy that day so that picture isn’t very clear but you should be able to see it. And that was the roughest landing I have ever experienced. From the sounds inside the plane you would have thought you were on a roller coaster. Yes, it was seriously that bad. I think it got lots of people concerned enough to bow their heads.

Once I was finally on solid ground and had made my way through the airport to baggage claim, I saw this guy:

driver

This just made my day. And then when he grabbed my bag and opened every door, I was in love. I know that is part of his job, but it means something to me. And I bet it makes his Momma proud to know that he treats ladies with respect and chivalry.

 

Sometimes you just happen to take a photo that you dearly love. It happens by complete accident to me because I am certainly no professional photographer…but I dearly love this one:

orangutan

I don’t know why this photo evokes such emotion in me, it just does. I took this when Tate and I went to the Atlanta Zoo a couple of months ago and it just instantly became the one that I fell in love with.

So, Noodle Talk Tuesday: If you could be any animal, which would you choose and why?

One lucky commenter will receive a pack of Noodle Talk.  Winner selected at Random. And I will choose someone at 9PM EST Today!

This post is in no way sponsored by Noodle Talk. I just love them and want to share the love.

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