They were also different in many ways for instance in Virginia as the population struggled to survive striving off the Powhatan and their food, furs, fruits, and their shelters. In Massachusetts Bay the growth of their colony was phenomenal. This phenomenal growth lasted for about ten years. During this time more than twenty thousand home seekers had sailed into the harbors of Massachusetts Bay.…
Friday. T minus 15 hours till the last day of camp. The Saturday volunteer cancelled. My game plan was crumpled up and trashed. “Why hadn’t I thought of backup plan?” I asked myself, on the verge of pulling out my hair. I hadn’t taken into account all the variables and now I was receiving the repercussions. I had no idea becoming the Transportation Coordinator for a camp would be so stressful.…
WHAT: Round up the whole family and head out to the park to participate in the 19th Annual Chumash Day Powwow and Intertribal Celebration this weekend. This annual event will celebrate Native Americans from all over the country, representing hundreds of tribes who will gather at the park. You and your family will have a great time as you experience and learn all about the Native American culture and their way of life. As you stroll through the park, your family will enjoy Native American food, shop a variety of craft vendors and watch and participate in tribal ceremonies and dances.…
It had been such a long and hard journey. The long walks and difficult terrain, the materials and luggage we had to carry seemed to weigh tons and the sweltering of summer and bitterness of winter was almost unbearable. Not to mention how precarious the whole trip was, one wrong step and we were goners, especially by the natives. We ran into some Mandan Indians and they refereed to us as the pretty people, which I mean, who am I to complain? But not all encounters with the natives were good, we had an especially frightening run in with the Teton Sioux Indians. We were just passing through the river and they cornered us! Luckily their chief called them off and we were on our way. We’re coming back home and all so obviously the journey was a…
Though I hate to admit it, used to be more comfortable following directions than giving them myself. I grew up a shy girl with maybe one or two close friends. I followed the teachers’ directions, listened to my parents, looked after my sister, and remained diligent in my studies. This doesn’t seem so bad, however I was not satisfied with my personality. I was too timid, expressed no unique thoughts, and had almost no independence. This all changed when I was almost ten years old and entered 4-H, the West Hawaii 4-H organization which was geared towards community service and volunteer work to address the four H’s: head, hands, heart, and health.…
Pow! Right smack in my forehead crushing my skull. The metal baseball bat knocked in my skull. It was a warm sunny day in the middle of the summer. Joey, my brother, was hitting tennis balls over my house. Little 10 year old me was playing in the yard and my brother purposely pushed me far away so he wouldn’t hit me. Oh how I was a stupid little kid. I was intrigued by what he was doing so I started wandering over to like how not knowing little kids do. As I approached my brother he was so focused on himself that he did not see me. When I finally reached him he had just set up to hit another ball. He hits the ball, but on his back rotation, the bat makes contact with my head. I fell hard on the pavement. Before I went unconscious I heard my…
The day was finally upon me, today is deployment day, this is what I’ve been training for my whole life and what a great line up I have with me……
I sat there in disbelief, I couldn’t believe my new teacher was forcing me hike a trail and then write a essay about it. But I had to, so I decided to hike the Indian Hill trail, besides I had heard positive reviews about this trail by my friends. The leaves were just turning hues of gold and yellow, I stepped out of the car and was pleasantly surprised that it wasn’t freezing cold My mom yelled after me, ‘’Be safe.’’ I ignored her. So I started to hike up the trail it was nice, I usually hiked in the Adirondacks so this was a pleasant change. Hardwoods are different than hiking in the pine forest of the mountains, for one thing on this trail there was only a slight incline where as in the mountains the trails…
They believe if they worship this god they will become stronger. All spirits were worship daily. They would gather in groups to pray. The most important group ceremony in the Sun Dance. The people danced for four days around a sacred object. The pow wow is a time for people to get together and participate in singing, dancing, feasting, praying, visiting and storytelling.…
I was about 10, and me and my family were at the Wild Goose Ranch. I was at the time wondering how it felt to be underground. At that time, the idea of mining fascinated me. So, me, Kaila, Josh, and Bre were at the park in the Goose Ranch.…
When you are someone’s support system you take on multiple roles that indirectly deteriorate your self preservation. Being a listener or a shoulder to cry on, requires sacrifices that, in the moment, you do not even recognize as imposing. Voluntarily and willingly being there for someone begins with the unwavering doubt that you and your own problems cannot and will not prevail over your person’s immediate crisis. Depending on the duration of your duty, a somewhat selfish thought of inconvenience is bound to surface. But, that wave of retraction is almost always combatted by a riptide of dedication and loyalty that brings you back to sea, where all you can do is tread. In turn, the suppression of self regarding issues regularly comes with a layer of obligation and a sting of bitterness.…
When I was 14 my stake High Adventure group went on a 50 mile hike on the Appalachian Trail which was one of the most physically and emotionally challenging experiences I have ever had. For six days, I had to carry my pack containing about 40 pounds in supplies. It rained all six days of the trip.…
First off, I was born in Gallup, New Mexico in the McKinley County Indian Hospital, in 1976, to a half Zuni/Spanish native, and a Hispanic Apache mother, and growing up I saw and suffered a lot of abuse, and a very unstable youth. My father and mother divorced when I was a baby, and my stepfather was very abusive, to me and my mother for many years, until he was arrested for killing my mother's best friend. After that, I saw the effect that abuse had on my mother, and she became a victim of drug and alcohol addiction, so eventually my little brother, sisters, and I was taking into Child Protective Custody. We were separated at first, and I had a few good foster parents, and a couple really evil ones, but eventually I was placed with a family who allowed us all to be…
"I don't know what to do. I have a husband and my family here, but the Nazis are taking power. I don't know if I can stay here any longer. I have heard about good things happening in America, so maybe I will go there," I explained to my family before I decided to leave my home country of Austria.…
I have been lucky enough to cherish the extra time with my kids that summer affords, visiting libraries and museums large and small (Who even knew there was a fire truck museum or a printing museum?). But as my children grow I always forfeit some of the special season to sleep away camp.…