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When I was young, I dreamt I was an Indian. Not once or twice, but often. No one used the term, Native American, not back then, not that I knew. Us white folks simply called the red skinned tent dwelling people, Indians. I held these people in admiration, so swift, one with nature, self sufficient and efficient, they were a people worthy of my fondest thoughts.

Whenever, IF, you see a tree bent like this in the woods it has been formed by Native Americans. They often worked trees to grow is such a fashion as to point int he direction of water, a heard, or home.

Whenever, IF, you see a tree bent like this in the woods it has most likely been formed by Native Americans. They often worked trees to grow in such a fashion as to point in the direction of water, a herd, or home.

I was always a scout. Sleek, sure footed but with the lightest step, I’d climb into a sweet smelling pine to perch high above. There I’d feel the wind with my heart. I’d hear the hawks, the hoot of an owl and squawks of crow.  The blue sky seemed a blanket; the sun laughed.  Leaves rustled while distant hills resembled multi-colored twisted taffy.  The green grasses bent and showed trails of white tailed deer, buffaloes and rabbit runs. The land was clear of danger, resiliently, so peaceful. Scouting was my duty; there were many loved ones back home. Odd, but I never, not ever, saw the end of this dream-I never even climbed down.077-6

This November bulletin board is to reach out to my dreams..

It was only fitting, a magical loop, that brought a pure-blood Cherokee to my side during my college years.  Jana’s father had been a scout in World War II; scrap-metal scars remained on his face. They had horses. At a nearby horse show I stood in a circle that included Jackie Kennedy, all by chance, and that seems a dream now. What doesn’t seem a dream are words Jana spoke one day as we drove back to college after a spring vacation.

“When I was young, ” Jana confided, ” I used to wish I was black, not Indian.”

“Black?” I had to have sounded dumbfounded.

Jana was truly this pretty

This picture of a Native American reminds me that Jana was truly this pretty-and very smart. Still her life had been one of ridicule; I’d no idea.

“Yes. Blacks were much better liked in grade school.” I glanced at Jana- her head was bent down.

Years later, it strikes me that Jana couldn’t even dream of being white as a child-she dare not; that would be too much to even wish.

How different our childhood dreams had been.079-2 another view…

I've and idea! How about we makes maps and globes that represent the true size of all the continents!!! Just call me brilliant and puzzled....

There may be something to this, “Privileged white male” after all?!?!

That she became second in charge of Washington’s Native America bureau under  President Reagan is a credit to her keen efforts, endurance and focus to help her native people. Maybe, this is America at it’s best: if you really try, and never give up, good things can happen.

Thing is, as I heard slanderous words spit this election cycle at people because of their ethnicity it gave me pause, a pain. We were all children once. Children with dreams and hopes-most adults never truly forget those wondrous moments. To have those aspirations sliced apart by loose-lipped fools is more than problematic, it’s wrong on so many levels and in so many ways.

America, we can do so much better. Yes, we can. One day children will not dream of being another color. One day, children’s hearts will soar above the tree tops because of who they are and for what they may become- leaders, inventors, mangers, representative and yes, even President.  People my age, older and younger, we must all remember that dream.

In a way, I’m still a scout in my heart.

 See you later, ...

I’m looking for that dream to come back. Maybe, Trump is right? We do need to make America great again, but not with arrows of division, looks that could kill or with minds full of hate. Not by tearing apart our environment.

It’s time for America to dream and to make those dreams come true. Time will tell.

Now? It’s Native American Month, and Native Americans from many tribes are being pepper sprayed-so much worse- at Standing Rock. Sometimes, the truth seems too much to bear. That’s the bare facts. If only it could stop.

Franque23

2-bent-trees-275x300In many ways- Native Americans are still showing us the way.

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We have such a long way to go.

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Keep the faith –

Franque23

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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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