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Cherokee Rose

Me and my son Craig in 2002 spent two months with the Cherokee of Georgia and did I get into trouble with the school board but it was such an amazing time for both of us. I watched and took part in many of the wonderfull dances they have and learned as much as I could about the trail of tears. They are wonderfull gentle and amazing people and I wish to send my thanks to all my friends in Georgia.

Legend of the Cherokee Rose (nu na hi du na tlo hi lu i)

When gold was found in Georgia, the government forgot its treaties and
drove the Cherokees to Oklahoma. One fourth of them died on the journey
west. When the Trail of Tears started in 1838, the mothers of the
Cherokee were grieving and crying so much, they were unable to help
their children survive the journey. The elders prayed for a sign that
would lift the mother's spirits to give them strength. God, looking
down from heaven, decided to commemorate the brave Cherokees and so, as
the blood of the braves and the tears of the maidens dropped to the
ground, he turned them into stone in the shape of a Cherokee Rose. The
next day a beautiful rose began to grow where each of the
mother's tears fell. The rose is white for their tears; a gold center represents the gold taken from Cherokee lands, and seven leaves on each
stem for the seven Cherokee clans. No better symbol exists of the pain
and suffering of the "Trail Where They Cried" than the Cherokee Rose
The wild Cherokee Rose grows along the route of the Trail of Tears into
eastern Oklahoma today.
 
 
The Legend of the Cherokee Rose

More than 100 years ago, the Cherokee people were driven from their
home mountains when the white men discovered gold in the mountains of Tears. Some of the people came across Marengo County in West Alabama.
It seems that after they had left the mountains, they came this far
south so not have to climb more mountains.
It was early summer and very hot, and most of the time the people had
to walk. Tempers were short and many times the soldiers were more like
animal drivers than guides for the people. The men were so frustrated
with the treatment of their women and children, and the soldiers were
so harsh and frustrated that bad things often happened. When two men
get angry they fight and once in a while men were killed on the trip.
Many people died of much hardship. Much of the time the trip was hard
and sad and the women wept for losing their homes and their dignity.
The old men knew that they must do something to help the women not to
lose their strength in weeping. They knew the women would have to be
very strong if they were to help the children survive.
So one night after they had made camp along the Trail of Tears, the old
men sitting around the dying campfire called up to the Great One in
Galunati (heaven) to help the people in their trouble. They told Him
that the people were suffering and feared that the little ones would
not survive to rebuild the Cherokee Nation.
The Great One said, "Yes, I have seen the sorrows of the women and I
can help them to keep their strength to help the children. Tell the
women in the morning to look back where their tears have fallen to the
ground. I will cause to grow quickly a plant. They will see a little
green plant at first with a stem growing up. It will grow up and up and
fall back down to touch the ground where another stem will begin to
grow. I’ll make the plant grow so fast at first that by afternoon
they’ll see a white rose, a beautiful blossom with five petals. In the
center of the rose, I will put a pile of gold to remind them of the
gold which the white man wanted when his greed drove the Cherokee from
their ancestral home."
The Great One said that the green leaves will have seven leaflets, one
for each of the seven clans of the Cherokee. The plant will begin to
spread out all over, a very strong plant, a plant which will grow in
large, strong clumps and it will take back some of the land they had
lost. It will have stickers on every stem to protect it from anything
that tries to move it away.
The next morning the old men told the women to look back for the sign
from the Great One. The women saw the plant beginning as a tiny shoot
and growing up and up until it spread out over the land. They watched
as a blossom formed, so beautiful they forgot to weep and they felt
beautiful and strong. By the afternoon they saw many white blossoms as
far as they could see. The women began to think about their strength
given them to bring up their children as the new Cherokee Nation. They
knew the plant marked the path of the brutal Trail of Tears. The
Cherokee women saw that the Cherokee Rose was strong enough to take
back much of the land of their people.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Dance of The Blue Blanket

Retold by Barbara Shining Woman Warren

(a contemporary story based on a true incident)

Nadia was four years old...and she loved Indians. Everything about Indians excited her. One day Nadia's grandmother came for a visit. Grandmother recalled those old stories the family told of Cherokee blood. So Grandmother decided to take Nadia, along with Nadia's mother and baby brother, to her first pow wow.

Little Nadia stood at the edge of the Circle. She watched with awe as the dancers passed by her dressed in their beautiful clothing. She listened intently to the drum, her knees dipping with the beat and Nadia knew she wanted to dance. But there were so many kinds of dances going on. She watched the men; then the women. She lifted one foot, then the other, puzzled about just what she should do with her feet.

Nadia felt a tap on her shoulder. Looking up she saw a smiling woman dressed in beautiful clothing holding out her hand toward Nadia. Nadia hesitated and glanced at her grandmother for approval. Grandmother's eyes smiled, "Yes."

So Nadia accepted the hand of the stranger and together they danced and danced around the Circle. After a while, Nadia began to dance on her own. As Grandmother watched, Nadia started to twirl and whirl holding her arms up high in the air in imitation of the lovely fancy shawl dancers.

Grandmother beckoned to Nadia. She gave her a small blue blanket belonging to Nadia's baby brother. Nadia placed the blanket around her shoulders and began to dance with it in the Circle, the blue blanket twirling and whirling about her like the wings of a butterfly.

She felt another tap on her shoulder, and there stood a different woman, and in her out-stretched hand she held a child-sized fringed shawl. Nadia glanced at Grandmother for approval. Grandmother's eyes smiled, "Yes."

So Nadia accepted the gift from the stranger. She placed the fringed shawl about her shoulders and then began to dance, the fringed shawl twirling and whirling about her like the wings of a butterfly.

Nadia danced in honor of all those ancestors who had come before and with the pure joy of being a little girl at her very first pow wow.

Well I hoped you enjoyed this small piece of history I enjoyed sharing with you.
A-HO


 

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