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Over one million children gather to pray for World Peace this year in Thailand.

Over one million children gather to pray for World Peace this year in Thailand.(click on pics for bigger view.)

Let’s hope so, at least some of it. Yes, it’s easy to worry about radicals and think the catastrophes of WWII might be repeated, that millions of innocent men, women and children will be sacrificed by the unthinkable, the unholy, the greedy, or by the likes of madmen from our recent past. Thing is, while it’s important to make sure the atrocities of the World’s past are not repeated, there’s another whole world of history that we might want to give another go.

In our present times of doom, gloom, worry and warfare, it’s difficult to understand that once there were no wars. 

The Peace throughout Central Europe lasted nearly three hundred years in some places…The period of what was thought to be God’s Grace began in earnest around the tenth century, and lasted well into the thirteenth century. The peaceful ideologies and way of life was fully embraced by Church and State, and by those who toiled in the fields as well.

Try to imagine three hundred years of peaceful living throughout parts of our planet.

It's another no brainer.....a hoax head's up!

1776 to 2076 is three hundred years!

I’m thinking the Native Americans wished they’d had the time.

This hangs on our walls,,and we still talk form time to time.

The Civil War brother’s who fought for different sides might have enjoyed the Peace, too.

I walked across this field....

Thing is, there’s so many wars that have happened world-wide over the course of the past three hundred years that it’d be difficult to list them all.

Spanish-American War

WWI

Protestant Catholic Wars

WWII

Korean War

Vietnam WAR

the Middle East….on and on.

Meanwhile, over the same length of time, three hundred years, from approximately the 10th to 13th century,  there were no wars to speak of in Europe.  Of course, there were wars to be found, and heads to chop off if one felt like joining a Crusade or two, but generally, if a man wanted, he could stay home and live out his life along with his son’s, son’s, son’s, son’s in peace. (Daughter’s , too.)

Oil depicting city life in Europe, around 1338.

Oil depicting city life in Europe, around 1338. People are holding hands since they believed God had come and touched Earth with his Peaceful love and understanding.

From the tenth century on, civilized Europeans began to enter the High-Middle age period…Abundant food, the spread of knowledge had begun and religion was not doubted by many who lived to tell their tale.

the universities were just gaining a foot-hold.

The universities were just gaining a foot-hold.(1400).

Tables were set, and tapestries hung form walls.

Tables were set, and tapestries hung from walls.(12th century).

Imagine, nearly  six generations of a family living without suffering thru war! This might be an excellent time to listen to John Lennon’s , Imagine, again.*

The truth is, it is very hard to imagine a peace that reigned for so long. The trouble is it almost feels like those in power would rather have the people of the world accept War’s inevitability than realize that Peace can and once did happen.

Wars and rumors of war. What about Peace and rumor’s of Peace?

It’s up to us whether or not history will repeat itself and, if it does, what part will be repeated. Once, there were huge festivals , marches, town and city parties that celebrated crops, marriages, babies and happiness for three hundred years in Europe. The Kings and Church ruled over a prosperous peoples. We can, no, must, bring this history back into focus and then into reality. Our other war-torn histories are sheer madness, and it’s up to us, the people, to stop the crazies.

It's time for the real Adults of this world to stand behind our children and help them wrestle Peace from the hands of mayhem leaders...

It’s time for the real Adults of this world to stand behind our children and help them wrestle Peace from the hands of mayhem leaders…(Can one million children be wrong? Let’s hope not.)

A song comes to mind- This Little Light on Mine. Let it shine.

Peace.

Franque23

*https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XLgYAHHkPFs

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I am a first cousin once removed to Edward Curtis.

Edward Curtis spent most of his lifetime photographing Native Americans.

Edward Curtis spent most of his lifetime photographing Native Americans.

The famous Native American photographer was my Grandmother’s first cousin. Because my grandmother gifted some of his work to her children, I have two first plate photo copies of his work hung in my house.

This hangs on our walls,,and we still talk form time to time.

This hangs on our walls,,and this guy and I still talk from time to time.

Works by Edward Curtis hung on the walls of my parents home in Florida, too. I’d stand before them and stare at the faces in the photographs, and sometimes it almost seemed those caught by Curtis’ camera could speak. I’d study the lines on their faces and feel as though I knew how they felt-it was as if I knew their life.

Oddly, but maybe though a strong genetic urge to understand the Native Americans, the same one that drove Edward Curtis on to photograph America’s indigenous people, I spent my childhood days wishing I was an Indian. My brother and I romped around outside dressed as Indian’s with only a simple towel wrapped around our privates held in place by our belts. We terrorized our neighbor’s backyards playing, sensing, wishing we were part of those crafty, savvy  tribes we saw depicted on TV or in the Curtis pictures. Oh, to shoot a bow and to understand the eagle’s cry, this was my fondest hope. At the time, I never thought that any other child felt differently about our indigenous people. I thought everyone wore only towels when they could. Looking back, yeah, no, that wasn’t really happening.

That’s exactly what that cop said, too. “You kids gotta get dressed.”

My dreams were often about being an Indian scout. I’d climb high up in a tree,,, and look for signs of other people, or wild animals. I was always a super scout in those dreams….then I would sleep.

My fascination for the Native American, or indigenous people, was not singular to me- those tendencies ran rampant throughout my family.

My sister, Sharon Franquemont, is an adopted full fledged Lakota. She spent ten years studying and working with the tribe. Sharon went on to help organize a once a year gathering and beating of the drum in Washington D.C.-right on the lawn by the Washington Monument

An aerial view of one of the first gatherings.

An aerial view of one of the first  Native American vigils/gatherings in D.C.

Sharon went on with the vigil, A Prayer Vigil for the Earth*, for ten years and it was still on-going as of 2012. http://www.oneprayer.org/. The gathering was a collective effort to alert our leaders about the World’s need for Peace. At first, it was a small gathering of five to seven tribes that came and set up Tepees in a circle by the Washington monument.

On the lawn, right by the Washington Monument.

On the lawn, right by the Washington Monument.

As I recall, Sharon used her own money and collected more to fly chiefs from various tribes to the site for the first few vigils. The drum would beat for three days and nights, and all the while speakers would take center stage on a 8X8 foot wooden platform and give the lecture they felt had to be shared.

By the end of Sharon’s ten years, tepees were set up by groups that came from Japan, Africa, Europe, heck all around the globe who were seeking world peace …My sister carried on Edward Curtis mission and then some. (I’m gonna leave out how Sharon also worked with the Shumei Institute in Japan and traveled the world over talking about world Peace.-that’s another whole story.)http://www.shumei.org/ )

My brother,  Edward Franquemont, spent ten years living with indigenous people of the Andes.

He is shown here holding me back for my own good, I think.

Ed is shown here holding me back for my own good, I think. Sharon keeps above the fray—but check out the super spring coiled glider snow sled!

Ed was featured in a Nova special-Secret of the lost Empires-the Incas(Secrets Of Lost Empires:The Inca Empire Part 1/6 [Video]) –you can learn about the Incas and see my brother host the show, the first man talking once the narrator stops….it’s so interesting.

My brother , Ed, and his wife, Christine Franquemont, lived in the Andes and raised their two girls in those mountains. They learned to speak the various dialects of the Native People. They both were devoted to helping the cause for the Peruvian Native people and in  particular Ed studied their weaving, the meanings of the threads and design they used, while also translating to the outside world what the process of weaving meant to that society.

My brother, Ed, working a handspindle.

My brother, Ed, working a hand-spindle.

Christine became an authority on the subject of potatoes, the  Peruvian’s main dietary food. Both traveled across the Pond lecturing on their individual expertise-to England, South American and Japan. That was just the way they rolled.

Christine Franquemont in Peru. I can't figure why she's holding my brother's hat? Hats seldom leave bald heads.

Christine Franquemont in Peru. I can’t figure why she’s holding my brother’s hat? Hats seldom leave bald heads.

So there you have it: My sister went all in with the Lakota, and helped organize what became a world-wide gathering at the Washington D.C. Monument that showcased the Native American people and called for world peace; my brother studied the Peruvian Inca culture and brought it to the mainstream via a Nova special. His wife, Christine, studied the Peruvians and loved their culture and land.

Point—Edward Curtis lives on through my family, through my sibling’s efforts, and their interests. They each fought for indigenous people, for their right to exist and continue their beliefs and cultural interests, and for the less fortunate, and so much more. I have to add, my daughter, Kelly Franqueont, now working in impoverished school districts throughout South Africa is also carrying on this tradition of working to help indigenous people.

Kelly's determined to help people learn how to teach, and help children learn.

Kelly’s determined to help people learn how to teach, and help children learn.

Ed and Chris had just returned from Peru for a visit, while I stayed put dreaming of lake time.

Ed and Chris had just returned from Peru for a visit, while I stayed put dreaming of lake time. (Back yard in Micanopy Floirda-1981ish,)

One last thing-wouldn’t you know that Abby Franquemont-my brother’s oldest child-has dedicated years to expounding upon and learning the Peruvian methods of weaving.

She learned form her dad, Ed Franquemont, and from the Peruvians. She is on google.

She learned from her dad, Ed Franquemont, and from the Peruvians, and then from 40 years of practice. She is on google.

https://www.youtube.com/user/afranquemont See Abby here, and learn more about her efforts.

Edward Curtis is dancing somewhere because of Abby’s, Christine’s, Ed’s, Sharon’s and Kelly Franquemont’s accomplishments.

Me, I celebrate them all, too, but I’m a bit different from my siblings- that’s also another story…

http://www.oneprayer.org/History.html

http://www.disclose.tv/…/Secrets_of_Lost_Empires_The…/

Gerald Franquemont
Talk with you later, ...

Talk with you later, … Franque23

*This comment is found by clicking the comment button at the top of the post, but I thought Sharon’s adds so important that I’d * them and include her words here. Sharon’s comment: “Gerry, so heart warming that you were working on this just before the Edward S. Curtis video came across Facebook.  Of course, the Prayer Vigil for the Earth, which was held every year for 20 not 10 years, was far from a 1 person event.  Betsy Stang recommended most of the Native people (extraordinary Wisdom Keepers…I still marvel at who graced our time) and David Berry arranged for our guests to visit State Department, White House, Congress, etc. They were far more politically savvy and active than I was or am. About the 3rd year into our 20 of a 100% voluntary event on the Mall, wonderful volunteers stepped up in DC..Sue, Ben, Bill R.,Ellie R.,  Bill S., Rabiah, Chris Linas and many more helped us organize and erect the Peace Village every year. We remained together for 17 years. The list goes on and on because wonderful beings brought themselves and often their community to join us. After the 4th year, we were ready to retire, but Harry F. Byrd advised us to go on and invite other faiths to join us.  That is how we became an interfaith event.  Although I did contribute financially every year, so did others whose names at their request will be anonymous. Before 9/11, things were very wonderful with the National park Service helping us with permits and understanding. After 9/11, the event became far more difficult. I definitely felt and feel tapped by Edward S. Curtis and always will. Of course, Grandma Franque and all the Franquemonts are in there, too.”

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