Another Tale By Grey Wolf

The Legend of The Cedar Tree
By

Grey Wolf
A long time ago when the Cherokee people were new upon the earth, they thought that life would be much better if there was never any night. They beseeched the Ouga (Creator) that it might be day all the time and that there would be no darkness.
The Creator heard their voices and made the night cease and it was day all the time. Soon, the forest was thick with heavy growth. It became difficult to walk and to find the path. The people toiled in the gardens many long hours trying to keep the weeds pulled from among the corn and other food plants. It got hot, very hot, and continued that way day after long day. The people began to find it difficult to sleep and became short tempered and argued among themselves.

Not many days had passed before the people realized they had made a mistake and, once again, they beseeched the Creator. “Please,” they said, “we have made a mistake in asking that it be day all the time. Now we think that it should be night all the time.” The Creator paused at this new request and thought that perhaps the people may be right even though all things were created in twos… representing to us day and night, life and death, good and evil, times of plenty and those times of famine. The Creator loved the people and decided to make it night all the time as they had asked.

The day ceased and night fell upon the earth. Soon, the crops stopped growing and it became very cold. The people spent much of their time gathering wood for the fires. They could not see to hunt meat and with no crops growing it was not long before the people were cold, weak, and very hungry. Many of the people died.

Those that remained still living gathered once again to beseech the Creator. “Help us Creator,” they cried! “We have made a terrible mistake. You had made the day and the night perfect, and as it should be, from the beginning. We ask that you forgive us and make the day and night as it was before.”

Once again the Creator listened to the request of the people. The day and the night became, as the people had asked, as it had been in the beginning. Each day was divided between light and darkness. The weather became more pleasant, and the crops began to grow again. Game was plentiful and the hunting was good. The people had plenty to eat and there was not much sickness. The people treated each other with compassion and respect. It was good to be alive. The people thanked the Creator for their life and for the food they had to eat.

The Creator accepted the gratitude of the people and was glad to see them smiling again. However, during the time of the long days of night, many of the people had died, and the Creator was sorry that they had perished because of the night. The Creator placed their spirits in a newly created tree. This tree was named a-tsi-na tlu-gv {ah-see-na loo-guh} cedar tree.

When you smell the aroma of the cedar tree or gaze upon it standing in the forest, remember that if you are Tsalagi {Cherokee}, you are looking upon your ancestor.

Tradition holds that the wood of the cedar tree holds powerful protective spirits for the Cherokee. Many carry a small piece of cedar wood in their medicine bags worn around the neck. It is also placed above the entrances to the house to protect against the entry of evil spirits. A traditional drum would be made from cedar wood.

Does the author believe this? Well, lets just say that there is a piece of cedar in my medicine pouch and I carry it always. The Creator did not make the people because of loneliness, but because the Creator wanted to show generosity and love to the people. Accept the blessings and the gifts given and always give thanks for them.

Grey Wolf

 

 

 

As Grey Wolf Told It

Two Wolves

I thought I’d share a story today.

Old grandfather said to his grandson who came to him with anger at a
friend who had done him an injustice ………
I too,at times,have felt a great hate for those that have taken so
much, with no sorrow for what they do.But hate wears you down,and does
not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy
would die.
I have struggled with these feelings many times.

“It is as if there are two wolves inside me :
One is good and does no harm. He lives in Harmony with all around him
and does not take offense when no offense was intended. He will only
fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way. He saves all his
energy for the right fight.

But the other wolf,  Ahhhh!
He is full of anger. The littlest thing will set him into a fit of
temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think
because his anger and hate are so great.It is helpless anger, for his
anger will change nothing .
Sometimes it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me , for
both of them try to dominate my spirit.

The boy looked intently into his grandfathers eyes and asked……..
“Which one wins, Grandfather?”
The Grandfather smiled and quietly said……
“”The one I feed.”
Walk in Peace and Beauty
Grey Wolf

Nice Day Here

Well sun is just a shinning for a change. Cold though, as temperatures got down to around 28 last night with a white frost to wake up to.  Good for sleeping though.  Winds are out of the NW light.   Also calling for sunshine for tomorrow so might get to doing some outside work.   Got the old wood furnace going all day,  put in a few pieces of Ash this morning to get the house warmed up. Sure can tell the difference when you put a piece of that in.  One thing about living here in the country in the middle of no where it sure looks pretty.  I just can’t seem to get enough of it.   Talk soon.

That Time Of Year

Well it’s that time of year most of the things in my  garden has been dug and put away for winter.  I got most mine in a week ago but left the turnips and Brussel Sprouts to last.   I like them to have a touch of frost, seems to make them sweeter.  I have had a lot of folks ask me in the past week how to prepare them for winter. Some folks cover them with wax for myself I find that to much work and to costly.  That’s me though.   What I do is I dig them and then cut off the tops leaving about three or four inches of stem.  I also leave the roots with a touch of dirt on them. Just a few shakes after digging takes off what is necessary. No need to waste all the good earth in ones garden.  I then put them in my root cellar.  I try and keep it around the forty degree mark that seems to be the magic number for vegetables to keep for a few months.  Once in there they will keep most the winter but when they do start to get a wee bit soft my wife takes them, cuts them into quarters and blanches them.  Then puts them in meal size plastic bags and throws them in the freezer. No waste.   More Later.

Guess

Yep you guessed it. Rained here all day again. Oh well had a dry summer so the old trees and thing needs to store up for winter.  Reason for everything they say.   Temperatures got up to 45 today with winds out of the NW, light.   I had about four cords of white oak that I got from a good friend a couple years ago so put it in the basement for winter. I don’t know about that stuff as it just wouldn’t burn.  It was dry enough but just wouldn’t burn.  After burning firewood for heat for over fifty years never had such a thing. So I came up with a plan today. Went out to the wood shed and brought in my splitting ax and went to work. Managed to split the whole four cords so I got to tell  you there should be no problem now with burning it. Should be good enough for kindling, just kindin. On another note the leaves off all the hardwoods have pretty well had their day.  Sure was pretty this Fall taking them all in. One thing about up here we have about two scenes to take in. First the Maples come on with all their splendor, then the white birch and tamarack start loosing their leaves and needles.  I just can’t seem to get enough of it.     Talk Later.

Not A Bad Day.

Well had a pretty good day here for a change, weather wise. Temperatures got up to around 60 most the day. Also had sunshine for most the day too. Later in the afternoon I looked up in the sky and seen some Mares Tails,  which in other words is clouds that looks like a Mares Tail.   That is a sure sign that rain is on the way in the next 24 hours or so.  Also the old weathers stick is pointed down so another sign of rain.   One doesn’t really need to watch the weather on TV to find out what the weather will be if he or she just pays a bit of attention to the sky and different things around them.  Old ways but good ways.  Winds today were from the SW light. Also the moon was full the past day or so,  or almost,  so this time of year with the full moon the weather usually changes,  which is usually colder.   So far this year we have had around three good frosts.   Got the old wood furnace going here all day today  and it sure feels good.  Takes the dampness right out of the old bones.  Talk soon.

Cancelled For This Week

H folks well just got an E-Mail from the Nugget and they aren’t going to put in my Column this week due to space shortage.  Hmmm.  Well not much one can do so the story that I mentioned won’t be in till next Saturday.  Sorry about that and hope this isn’t a regular thing as I know how many folks look forward to reading them.  Talk Soon/.

Country Woman

Country Woman

It was a beauty of a day and I had just come in from doing my chores. I was sitting in my most favorite spot, in the wood box in the corner and listening to Reg talking to his Grandson and wife. Reg was washing his hands by the sink and listening to what they had to say. The Grandson’s wife was looking out the window. ¿I see your wife Laura working in the garden, she sure looks happy out there. It must be nice to not to have to go to work every day like I do. She has the life of Riley living here on the farm, doing what she wants, when she wants, not having to answer to any one. I got to say, I don’t think she would last a week in the city.¿

Reg was standing there taking it all in and then went and sat down at the table. ¿Young lady, I think its about time you and me had a talk. That woman your talking about, is about the hardest working woman I have ever met. She might not have a degree of schooling hanging on the wall, but she has a farm that has risen from the dirt and made into a place we can call home. She is the back bone of this whole farm, without her it would have never happened.

You say she could never live in the city and do your job, well your probably right. She hates the city, as she is a country woman. Country women are a different breed of woman. They are special, she has worked by my side for over fifty years now, through hard times and good times. She has put up with my nonsense, cooked, baked, washed, and knitted my clothes when they had holes. She was there for me when we had no money to hire help, worked in the fields, helped with the milking, delivering new born calves in the middle of winter in the snow. She has helped with getting firewood ready for winter, splitting logs with an Axe, she has planted and worked the family garden, for longer than I can remember and kept it hoed by hand. She has been there for your Father and myself, when we were sick and nursed us back to health. Fixed our cuts and broken bones when no doctor was around. She also has been the love of my life and I will not stand here and let you run a woman down that has done so much.

I don’t blame you though as much as I blame society. You younger folks don’t realize, that if it wasn’t for these hard working country women, you wouldn’t have even been born. All the food that is eaten in your cities, where do you think it comes from? It isn’t grown in a grocery store. Society has you all so strung up on what you think you need in life, that you don’t take time to enjoy life.

You see that woman singing away in the garden? She is enjoying life, doing what she loves and making every minute of every day, count. When she comes in here in a few minutes, I expect you to treat her with respect, as she will you. I have had my say and these words will never leave this room.¿

With that Reg got up and went outside. I watched as the Grandson’s wife got up and went to the sink. She wiped her eyes and then looked over at her husband. I needed that she said. I just never realized what your Grandmother had to go through, or any farmers wife for that matter. They gave each other a hug and went outside to the garden.

I don’t know what was said after that, but for as long as I can remember, I do know this. They became the best of friends from that day on.

Farm women are a different kind of woman I will say that. As my wife, she has been there for me through all our farming days and without her we wouldn’t be where we are today. The old saying, that behind every successful man is a good woman, can wrap this story up all in one sentence.

So there you have it, a conversation that I overheard, that stuck with me through life. I guess I kind of molded my life around that conversation and I do know that when it comes to country women. I got one of the best.

In closing I would like to wish you well.

About Just One More Story

Hi Folks well decided to let you know a bit about how I got into writing and things. It actually happened around 20 some years ago.  I always had the urge to write,  just never knew how to get started. So,  decided on just sitting down and doing it. MY first bit of writing was my Biography which turned out pretty good.  I then decided on writing short stories of something I knew like, farming, woodworking you name it.  Ended up I got to writing of my past life experiences and my old Dad’s and Grandfathers. We all have had quite a life.  If there was any advice I could give to any one that wants to be a writer would be this. Write what you know and you can’t go wrong.  Today I look forward to sitting down and writing up a story or two and it always gives me a good feeling inside when done.  I write now for different Newspapers and magazines.  I am currently working on putting out my first book which should take place next summer, should.  Not cheap doing that I have found,  and it takes a lot of work getting things done up right.  I think I am half way there.   I have planned on taking around 60 of my stories and using them for my book,  time will tell how that goes.  My son Karl put a link on The Old Craftsman’s web site www.theoldcraftsman.com   for those that are interested in Pre-registering  for the book.  Once the book is published and those that have signed up, will then be notified and the book will be mailed out to you or you can pick it up.   Following this post I will put on a story called,  Country Woman. Kind of figured I should let the folks see how I write.   Also if you want further stories to look at there is another link on the Old Craftsman’s site which says Just One More Story.  Click on that and it will show you a list of around 300 stories with a blip of each one.  Can’t beat that huh?    Talk Later.

Weekly Community Voice Column Glimpse

I haven’t been doing to much writing for the Community Voice lately as I have had a real busy summer.  But now that cold weather is settling in I have a bit more time,  so wrote up one. It was called Fall Is In The Air.   It is about getting ready for fall with  firewood and things, along with a bit on getting the vegetable garden ready  for winter and next spring. So hope you all pick up a copy as there is a lot of good tips and things and of course a bit of my every day humor.   Enjoy and talk to you soon.

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