I've just never heard of putting eggs in water. I find that really interesting way of keeping them. You would think that with the eggs being porous leaving them in water for extended amount of time would be a bad thing. This is really interesting to learn about. ;) -----Original Message----- From: Barbara Young Sent: Sunday, March 30, 2014 2:27 PM To: cherokee@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] More on Black Drink :] The chickens don't lay eggs every day year in and year out. We stored them while they were laying. Every year they take a hiatus.:} I don't recall when that was but we prepared for it.:} We had a large pottery barrel that held them. Do you know what water glass is like.:}:}

By the way Fran. Folks around here use Poke Salad or it's berries to make tonics and purge. Their berries are very dark purple...almost black. Joyce Gaston Reece

How beautiful ! Thank you for sharing ! I so enjoy them and all of the information Walks In The Spirit > On Mar 30, 2014, at 12:53 PM, Fran West-Powe <fwestpowe@gmail.com> wrote: > > Barbara, thanks for writing. If I make another summer, it will be the 90th > summer for me. > > I've had a great life, seen many things, known many joys, many sufferings. > Writing my memories/history is like living over again. > My other Granny told of a legend wherein at the time of our passing on to > the world beyond, rainbow appears so that we may walk up the rainbow at > the top of which Our Great Spirit awaits us. Is that beautiful? > > Fran > Chinkapin > > >> On Sun, Mar 30, 2014 at 1:42 PM, Barbara Young <bayofcc@comcast.net> wrote: >> >> Thank you Fran. We enjoyed it. >> >> A couple of folks entered my mind to invite to have some.LOL >> >> I am up there in years, too. Fran. >> All the best >> Barbara in MA >> ----- Original Message ----- >> >> From: "Fran West-Powe" <fwestpowe@gmail.com> >> To: CHEROKEE@rootsweb.com >> Sent: Sunday, March 30, 2014 1:36:39 PM >> Subject: [Cherokee Circle] More on Black Drink >> >> While I am most appreciative of the writings found on the web and sent to >> me from Ms. Joyce, about the black drink, I had hoped there might be >> someone on this list whose kin/ancestors had spoken about this drink. >> Realizing few live as long as I, plus, few nearing my age still able to use >> computers due to many age-related conditions, I remained hopeful of hearing >> from one who had heard about this. >> >> Thanks for all the replies. Happy some interest was generated. >> >> Walk in peace, Fran >> Chinquapin >> ======*====== >> List archives >> http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee >> ------------------------------- >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the >> quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> >> ======*====== >> List archives >> http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee >> ------------------------------- >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the >> quotes in the subject and the body of the message > ======*====== > List archives > http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Barbara, thanks for writing. If I make another summer, it will be the 90th summer for me. I've had a great life, seen many things, known many joys, many sufferings. Writing my memories/history is like living over again. My other Granny told of a legend wherein at the time of our passing on to the world beyond, rainbow appears so that we may walk up the rainbow at the top of which Our Great Spirit awaits us. Is that beautiful? Fran Chinkapin On Sun, Mar 30, 2014 at 1:42 PM, Barbara Young <bayofcc@comcast.net> wrote: > Thank you Fran. We enjoyed it. > > A couple of folks entered my mind to invite to have some.LOL > > I am up there in years, too. Fran. > All the best > Barbara in MA > ----- Original Message ----- > > From: "Fran West-Powe" <fwestpowe@gmail.com> > To: CHEROKEE@rootsweb.com > Sent: Sunday, March 30, 2014 1:36:39 PM > Subject: [Cherokee Circle] More on Black Drink > > While I am most appreciative of the writings found on the web and sent to > me from Ms. Joyce, about the black drink, I had hoped there might be > someone on this list whose kin/ancestors had spoken about this drink. > Realizing few live as long as I, plus, few nearing my age still able to use > computers due to many age-related conditions, I remained hopeful of hearing > from one who had heard about this. > > Thanks for all the replies. Happy some interest was generated. > > Walk in peace, Fran > Chinquapin > ======*====== > List archives > http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > ======*====== > List archives > http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message >

Alli, _if_ I understand correctly what you have written, a male lineal descendant of your cousin's grandpa must submit his YDNA for the NA lineage to show. (do I understand correctly that your cousin's grgrandpa was Native American? If I mis-understood, then the above info does not apply.) I really should not be so positive about that statement so let me revise and say that it was via my paternal nephew's YDNA that we found our other Native lineage. Yes, we descend from two People. Fran Chinkapin On Thu, Mar 20, 2014 at 1:16 AM, Alli :) <iamcheroke@gmail.com> wrote: > Ok...I know that the mtDNA test's trace the women's line..but. > > > What if you descend back through 2 female lines & the "connection" is a > male > line.. Would you take a different test for the male line? > > > > The reason for my question is...i have a distant cousin who connects to me > through siblings...her great grandpa is a brother to my great grandma..she > descends through his daughter & granddaughter. It of course didn't show up > any NA markers. > > > > Now I'm the opposite of her..up until my dad, we descend through all > females, so I have to have his sister or a cousin who descends through > their > mom's sister take the mtDNA as they descend from through the females. > > > But what should she do to get actual results that are connected through her > great grandpa.? > > Archives http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee-dna > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > CHEROKEE-DNA-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message >

While I am most appreciative of the writings found on the web and sent to me from Ms. Joyce, about the black drink, I had hoped there might be someone on this list whose kin/ancestors had spoken about this drink. Realizing few live as long as I, plus, few nearing my age still able to use computers due to many age-related conditions, I remained hopeful of hearing from one who had heard about this. Thanks for all the replies. Happy some interest was generated. Walk in peace, Fran Chinquapin

Why did you store eggs in a glass of water? -----Original Message----- From: cherokee-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:cherokee-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Barbara Young Sent: Sunday, March 30, 2014 12:11 PM To: cherokee@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] More on Black Drink Hi Fran, I had the shivers reading what your Granny said. Thank you for sharing it.:} You are up on me by a few years.:} If I get into the summer, it will be my 83rd.:}I am writing about my life growing up on a farm. Some of the things do seem ancient.:} I helped with haying driving the horse drawn equipment and storing eggs in water glass - oh! that was not fun taking them out.:} Thank you for answering. All the best and enjoy your memories.:} Take good care Barbara

Yeah I think you understood me correctly. My cousin & I have the same mutual relatives to an extent. Our dbl. great grandparents are Phariss Her great grandpa was James a brother to my great grandma Martha. For my cousin it goes: James (male), female, female, female. She took the DNA test & without realizing it, she traced her mother's genetic's, which is ok, but it traced back to her great grandma's lineage instead of the great grandpa's. For me, I'm opposite. I descend from the female side until my dad & then me. So for me, it'd automatically trace my mom's side. So I have a cousin that descends from a sister to my paternal grandma who will take the test & I'm going to see if I can get an aunt that is a sister to my dad to take the test. Then I'll have my mtDNA traced for that side of the family which is suppose to carry the NA blood. I haven't found where we're not connected, but still trying to prove the connection :) -----Original Message----- From: cherokee-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:cherokee-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Fran West-Powe Sent: Sunday, March 30, 2014 11:46 AM To: iamcherokee@gmail.com; CHEROKEE@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] [CHEROKEE-DNA] Question Alli, _if_ I understand correctly what you have written, a male lineal descendant of your cousin's grandpa must submit his YDNA for the NA lineage to show. (do I understand correctly that your cousin's grgrandpa was Native American? If I mis-understood, then the above info does not apply.) I really should not be so positive about that statement so let me revise and say that it was via my paternal nephew's YDNA that we found our other Native lineage. Yes, we descend from two People. Fran Chinkapin

It sounds interesting..I wonder how it tasted? Walks In The Spirit > On Mar 28, 2014, at 11:23 PM, "Alli :\)" <iamcheroke@gmail.com> wrote: > > I don't think I'd want to suffer in hopes that I don't get sick from > something after this drink LOL > > But its interesting to learn about it > > -----Original Message----- > From: cherokee-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:cherokee-bounces@rootsweb.com] > On Behalf Of Fran West-Powe > Sent: Friday, March 28, 2014 9:18 PM > To: cherokee@rootsweb.com > Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] Black drink > > Alli, the only thing that I can definitely recall is the vile taste, but I > can add the taste was unlike any other concoction ever in my life tasted. > > It did make us vomit; we had diarrhea. Each of the eleven cousins was > assigned an area of the land on which to lie until the induced illness > passed. We then went to the well and drank water. While weak as could be, > the next day we were again carrying on as usual. > > I have one living cousin near my age who was raised with me by same Granny. > I will ask her if she recalls a distinctive taste other than vile. FWIW: > looking back I wonder if the smell made us sick or if the realization of > what we were to endure made the drink smell terrible. > > Forgot to add that Granny administered the concoction as a warm drink, > something we children rarely had---a warm drink. > > Fran > Chinkapin > > >> On Fri, Mar 28, 2014 at 11:05 AM, Alli :) <iamcheroke@gmail.com> wrote: >> >> Outside of vile, do you remember the taste? >> Like Rootbeer, vinegar...the flavor >> >> Sounds gross >> >> -----Original Message----- >> From: cherokee-bounces@rootsweb.com >> [mailto:cherokee-bounces@rootsweb.com] >> On Behalf Of Fran West-Powe >> Sent: Friday, March 28, 2014 7:22 AM >> To: CHEROKEE@rootsweb.com >> Subject: [Cherokee Circle] Black drink >> >> Continuing with writing my history, I am reminded of a black drink >> Granny gave us kids every spring. Ordinarily, she sent me to "fetch" >> this or that root/plant but for the black drink she herself went and >> gathered so I have no idea what plant/root was make into the black >> drink. I do know it made all of us really sick but Granny said it was >> her spring tonic. >> >> Granny told us their men folks used to have this drink on certain >> occasions but due to lack of good food during winter our systems were full > of "stuff" >> so the vile black drink was administered. >> >> Does anyone on this list happen to know from what plants/roots, etc. >> this drink was concocted? >> >> TIA >> >> Fran >> Chinkapin >> ======*====== >> List archives >> http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee >> ------------------------------- >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the >> quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> >> ======*====== >> List archives >> http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee >> ------------------------------- >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the >> quotes in the subject and the body of the message > ======*====== > List archives > http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes > in the subject and the body of the message > > ======*====== > List archives > http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Alli, the only thing that I can definitely recall is the vile taste, but I can add the taste was unlike any other concoction ever in my life tasted. It did make us vomit; we had diarrhea. Each of the eleven cousins was assigned an area of the land on which to lie until the induced illness passed. We then went to the well and drank water. While weak as could be, the next day we were again carrying on as usual. I have one living cousin near my age who was raised with me by same Granny. I will ask her if she recalls a distinctive taste other than vile. FWIW: looking back I wonder if the smell made us sick or if the realization of what we were to endure made the drink smell terrible. Forgot to add that Granny administered the concoction as a warm drink, something we children rarely had---a warm drink. Fran Chinkapin On Fri, Mar 28, 2014 at 11:05 AM, Alli :) <iamcheroke@gmail.com> wrote: > Outside of vile, do you remember the taste? > Like Rootbeer, vinegar...the flavor > > Sounds gross > > -----Original Message----- > From: cherokee-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:cherokee-bounces@rootsweb.com] > On Behalf Of Fran West-Powe > Sent: Friday, March 28, 2014 7:22 AM > To: CHEROKEE@rootsweb.com > Subject: [Cherokee Circle] Black drink > > Continuing with writing my history, I am reminded of a black drink Granny > gave us kids every spring. Ordinarily, she sent me to "fetch" this or that > root/plant but for the black drink she herself went and gathered so I have > no idea what plant/root was make into the black drink. I do know it made > all > of us really sick but Granny said it was her spring tonic. > > Granny told us their men folks used to have this drink on certain occasions > but due to lack of good food during winter our systems were full of "stuff" > so the vile black drink was administered. > > Does anyone on this list happen to know from what plants/roots, etc. this > drink was concocted? > > TIA > > Fran > Chinkapin > ======*====== > List archives > http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes > in the subject and the body of the message > > ======*====== > List archives > http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message >

I don't think I'd want to suffer in hopes that I don't get sick from something after this drink LOL But its interesting to learn about it -----Original Message----- From: cherokee-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:cherokee-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Fran West-Powe Sent: Friday, March 28, 2014 9:18 PM To: cherokee@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] Black drink Alli, the only thing that I can definitely recall is the vile taste, but I can add the taste was unlike any other concoction ever in my life tasted. It did make us vomit; we had diarrhea. Each of the eleven cousins was assigned an area of the land on which to lie until the induced illness passed. We then went to the well and drank water. While weak as could be, the next day we were again carrying on as usual. I have one living cousin near my age who was raised with me by same Granny. I will ask her if she recalls a distinctive taste other than vile. FWIW: looking back I wonder if the smell made us sick or if the realization of what we were to endure made the drink smell terrible. Forgot to add that Granny administered the concoction as a warm drink, something we children rarely had---a warm drink. Fran Chinkapin On Fri, Mar 28, 2014 at 11:05 AM, Alli :) <iamcheroke@gmail.com> wrote: > Outside of vile, do you remember the taste? > Like Rootbeer, vinegar...the flavor > > Sounds gross > > -----Original Message----- > From: cherokee-bounces@rootsweb.com > [mailto:cherokee-bounces@rootsweb.com] > On Behalf Of Fran West-Powe > Sent: Friday, March 28, 2014 7:22 AM > To: CHEROKEE@rootsweb.com > Subject: [Cherokee Circle] Black drink > > Continuing with writing my history, I am reminded of a black drink > Granny gave us kids every spring. Ordinarily, she sent me to "fetch" > this or that root/plant but for the black drink she herself went and > gathered so I have no idea what plant/root was make into the black > drink. I do know it made all of us really sick but Granny said it was > her spring tonic. > > Granny told us their men folks used to have this drink on certain > occasions but due to lack of good food during winter our systems were full of "stuff" > so the vile black drink was administered. > > Does anyone on this list happen to know from what plants/roots, etc. > this drink was concocted? > > TIA > > Fran > Chinkapin > ======*====== > List archives > http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > ======*====== > List archives > http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the > quotes in the subject and the body of the message > ======*====== List archives http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

How The Milky Way Was Put Into The Sky - wyandote It was lonely in the Lower World when the Animals had gone to live in the skyland. Se' sta had made a beautiful world. He wished for some people to live in it. He remembered that his mother had fallen down from the Upper World with the Tree of Light. So he went into that land to talk with his grandfather, Hoo-wa' neh. Hoo-wa' neh was pleased to see Se' sta. He gave him many good people to take with him back to the Great Island. These were the Wyandots. When Ska' reh saw that it was good to have people on the Great Island, he, too, went into the Upper World to see his grandfather, Hoo-wa' neh. He was given people, also, and some were good and some were bad. Ska' reh loved the wicked people and caused them to make trouble over the Lower World. Then the good people wept. Even the trees and the rivers were sad. They wished that the Animals would come back and make the bad people stop their evil ways. So they prayed to Se' sta to go into the sky and find the Animals. Se' sta called to the great Swans. He said to them, “O you who cared for my mother! You took her upon your backs and saved her from the sea when she fell down from Heaven with the Tree of Light. Help me now. I must find the Animals who helped me make the world. They have gone into the sky. If I can bring them back, they will give peace to the Lower World.” Then the Swans gave Se' sta the down from their breasts. It was whiter than snow. He carried it in a bag made from the foam of the waves of water. He went into the land of the sky. As he walked there he scattered the down of the Swans along the path to show himself how to get back to the Lower World. The Wolf saw Se' sta coming into the land of the sky, and he called the Animals to meet in the Great Council. “Se' sta comes to lead us back to the Lower World,” said the Beaver. “We cannot go. We do not wish to return to a land where Ska' reh lives. He makes a wicked world. Where can we hide?” said the Hawk. “If we stay in the skyland, he will find us and take us back. We must hurry to the Land of the Little People,” said the Deer. So the Animals ran quickly down the Sun's path to the Land of the Little People. It was under the Great Island, Se' sta could not find the Animals. He went over all the land of the sky. As he walked in that land, he called to the Animals. “Come with me,” he said. “The people are hurt by Ska' reh. They need your help. Go back with me and there will be joy and peace in the Lower World.” There was no answer. Se' sta turned to come again to his own land. He followed the wide way over which he had scattered the down taken from the breasts of the two great Swans. It led him back into the Lower World. He came back in sorrow. For there was now no escape from a terrible war with Ska' reh and his evil forces. But the great white path which he marked with the down given him by the Swans may still be seen there across the sky. And white men call it the Milky Way. And for ages, when the warriors on the march and the women in the village looked up to heaven and saw there the Snow Path, they could hear the deep voice of Se' sta singing the song of the stars to cause the Animals to come back to the Lower World and dwell again with mankind. >From the book “Indian myths”, by William Elsey Connelley Rand McNally & company [c1928]

How The Milky Way Came To Be – Cherokee Long ago when the world was young, there were not many stars in the sky. In those days the people depended on corn for their food. Dried corn could be made into corn meal by placing it inside a large hollowed stump and pounding it with a long wooden pestle. The cornmeal was stored in large baskets. During the winter, the ground meal could made into bread and mush. One morning an old man and his wife went to their storage basket for some cornmeal. They discovered that someone or something had gotten into the cornmeal during the night. This upset them very much for no one in a Cherokee village stole from someone else. Then they noticed that the cornmeal was scattered over the ground. In the middle of the spilt meal were giant dog prints. These dog prints were so large that the elderly couple knew this was no ordinary dog. They immediately alerted the people of the village. It was decided that this must be a spirit dog from another world. The people did not want the spirit dog coming to their village. They decided to get rid of the dog by frightening it so bad it would never return. They gathered their drums and turtle shell rattles and later that night they hid around the area where the cornmeal was kept. Late into the night they heard a whirring sound like many bird wings. They look up to see the form of a giant dog swooping down from the sky. It landed near the basket and then began to eat great mouthfuls of cornmeal. Suddenly the people jumped up beating and shaking their noise makers. The noise was so loud it sounded like thunder. The giant dog turned and began to run down the path. The people chased after him making the loudest noises they could. It ran to the top of a hill and leaped into the sky, the cornmeal spilling out the sides of its mouth. The giant dog ran across the black night sky until it disappeared from sight. But the cornmeal that had spilled from its mouth made a path way across the sky. Each gain of cornmeal became a star. From the Archives of s call that pattern of stars, gi li' ut sun stan un' yi (gil-LEE-oot-soon stan-UNH-yee), "the place where the dog ran." And that is how the Milky Way came to be. retold by Barbara Shining Woman Warren http://www.powersource.com/cocinc/articles/milkyway.htm

Black drink >From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia The black drink or white drink was a type of ritual beverage brewed by Native Americans in the Southeastern United States such as the Muscogee. It is thought to have been prepared from the roasted leaves and stems of Ilex vomitoria (commonly known as Yaupon Holly) native to the Atlantic and Gulf Coasts, though it may also have been a concoction of other roots and herbs.[1] Yaupon beverages, which contain caffeine, were often used as a substitute for coffee and tea by colonists under the name cassine or cassina, the latter term derived from the Timucua name for I. vomitoria.[2] The black drink may also have had emetic properties. Prior to the 19th century, the black drink was consumed during the daily deliberations of the village councils and at all other important council meetings. Caddo, Muscogee, Cherokee, Choctaw and other indigenous peoples of the Southeastern Woodlands drank it for purification. The black drink was prepared by special village officials and served in large communal cups, frequently made of whelk shell. Councils were served in order of the precedence of individuals present, starting with important visitors. They consumed large quantities and often followed by ritual vomiting. Joyce Gaston Reece -----Original Message----- From: Fran West-Powe Sent: Friday, March 28, 2014 9:21 AM To: CHEROKEE@rootsweb.com Subject: [Cherokee Circle] Black drink Continuing with writing my history, I am reminded of a black drink Granny gave us kids every spring. Ordinarily, she sent me to "fetch" this or that root/plant but for the black drink she herself went and gathered so I have no idea what plant/root was make into the black drink. I do know it made all of us really sick but Granny said it was her spring tonic. Granny told us their men folks used to have this drink on certain occasions but due to lack of good food during winter our systems were full of "stuff" so the vile black drink was administered. Does anyone on this list happen to know from what plants/roots, etc. this drink was concocted? TIA Fran Chinkapin ======*====== List archives http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Continuing with writing my history, I am reminded of a black drink Granny gave us kids every spring. Ordinarily, she sent me to "fetch" this or that root/plant but for the black drink she herself went and gathered so I have no idea what plant/root was make into the black drink. I do know it made all of us really sick but Granny said it was her spring tonic. Granny told us their men folks used to have this drink on certain occasions but due to lack of good food during winter our systems were full of "stuff" so the vile black drink was administered. Does anyone on this list happen to know from what plants/roots, etc. this drink was concocted? TIA Fran Chinkapin

Oh that's just lovely.........who wants to vomit on purpose.......eeww -----Original Message----- From: cherokee-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:cherokee-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Joyce Gaston Reece Sent: Friday, March 28, 2014 7:29 AM To: cherokee@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [Cherokee Circle] Black drink Black drink >From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia The black drink or white drink was a type of ritual beverage brewed by Native Americans in the Southeastern United States such as the Muscogee. It is thought to have been prepared from the roasted leaves and stems of Ilex vomitoria (commonly known as Yaupon Holly) native to the Atlantic and Gulf Coasts, though it may also have been a concoction of other roots and herbs.[1] Yaupon beverages, which contain caffeine, were often used as a substitute for coffee and tea by colonists under the name cassine or cassina, the latter term derived from the Timucua name for I. vomitoria.[2] The black drink may also have had emetic properties. Prior to the 19th century, the black drink was consumed during the daily deliberations of the village councils and at all other important council meetings. Caddo, Muscogee, Cherokee, Choctaw and other indigenous peoples of the Southeastern Woodlands drank it for purification. The black drink was prepared by special village officials and served in large communal cups, frequently made of whelk shell. Councils were served in order of the precedence of individuals present, starting with important visitors. They consumed large quantities and often followed by ritual vomiting. Joyce Gaston Reece -----Original Message----- From: Fran West-Powe Sent: Friday, March 28, 2014 9:21 AM To: CHEROKEE@rootsweb.com Subject: [Cherokee Circle] Black drink Continuing with writing my history, I am reminded of a black drink Granny gave us kids every spring. Ordinarily, she sent me to "fetch" this or that root/plant but for the black drink she herself went and gathered so I have no idea what plant/root was make into the black drink. I do know it made all of us really sick but Granny said it was her spring tonic. Granny told us their men folks used to have this drink on certain occasions but due to lack of good food during winter our systems were full of "stuff" so the vile black drink was administered. Does anyone on this list happen to know from what plants/roots, etc. this drink was concocted? TIA Fran Chinkapin ======*====== List archives http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ======*====== List archives http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Outside of vile, do you remember the taste? Like Rootbeer, vinegar...the flavor Sounds gross -----Original Message----- From: cherokee-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:cherokee-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Fran West-Powe Sent: Friday, March 28, 2014 7:22 AM To: CHEROKEE@rootsweb.com Subject: [Cherokee Circle] Black drink Continuing with writing my history, I am reminded of a black drink Granny gave us kids every spring. Ordinarily, she sent me to "fetch" this or that root/plant but for the black drink she herself went and gathered so I have no idea what plant/root was make into the black drink. I do know it made all of us really sick but Granny said it was her spring tonic. Granny told us their men folks used to have this drink on certain occasions but due to lack of good food during winter our systems were full of "stuff" so the vile black drink was administered. Does anyone on this list happen to know from what plants/roots, etc. this drink was concocted? TIA Fran Chinkapin ======*====== List archives http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/index?list=cherokee ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to CHEROKEE-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

HOW THE MAN FOOLED THE TIGER – Guiana An Indian went to a somewhat distant settlement to drink paiwarri, and on arriving there in the early afternoon, commenced imbibing. By midnight, the drinks being finished, he started on the return journey, although the house-master warned him not to leave then but to wait for daybreak, because an immense Tiger was known to be prowling about. Our friend would not be persuaded, however, to postpone his departure, but only said: "Oh! never mind. I am not afraid, and if I meet him I p. 219 will kill him." So saying, he hung his poto [stone-club]1 over his arm, and went out into the darkness. Being more or less drunk, he staggered along, and soon fell dead asleep on the road just about the very spot where the Tiger, of which he had been warned, used to cross. Tiger found him lying there motionless in the early morning, felt and sniffed him all over to see whether he was dead or alive, and finally sat down on him. This sobered the Indian, and Tiger, seeing that he was alive, started pulling down the bushes so as to clear a pathway along which he could drag the body to his lair. Having thus cleared a few yards, the animal returned and slung the man over his back so that the head and arms hung over one flank and the legs over the other. This gave the man his opportunity, for as the animal carried him along he caught hold of the bushes with his teeth and hands and so impeded Tiger's progress. The Tiger thought that the pathway which he had cleared was still too narrow, and accordingly replaced the burden on the ground and pulled down more bushes. The Indian thus fooled his captor some three or four times and, having now collected his wits, watched for the tiger to sling him once more on his back. No sooner had Tiger done so, than he struck the animal's head just above the ear with his stone-tipped club, and thus killed him. Making sure that Tiger was quite dead, he returned to the place where he had been drinking the night before, and told the house-master what had happened. The latter would not believe that any drunken Indian could have killed so big a tiger, but when he went and saw with his own eyes, he had to admit that his late guest had spoken truly. Among the Arawaks tradition has it that the old stone axes, or wakili-na-baro (lit. ancients-their-ax), came from a far distant country, from a place so far away that it took years for those who went in search of them to get back home again. Many a bizarre exploit is told in connection with the search for these stone implements, in the same way that many a superstition is attached to the weapon itself among several nations, both civilized and savage, elsewhere. The very length of the supposititious journey to be accomplished has given opportunity for fictions to be introduced with regard to the rivers and seas that had to be crossed, and the animal and plant life met with on the way. But beyond all the exaggeration consequent on the well-known desire of the foreign-traveled narrator to tell his stay-at-home friends so much more than his real experiences, and after making allowances for all the personal additions and embellishments that, in the absence of any written records, must necessarily and pardonably have crept into the telling of the story from one to another—there still flows through most of these extraordinary adventures a sort of ethical undercurrent conveying the lesson that disobedience to one's elders never remains unpunished. At the same time, I am not prepared to say whether the introduction of this ethical element is purposeful or accidental on the part of the old people, who usually relate these legends. The following exploits and occurrences, as well as others which I can not detail here, are all comprised in a story which I propose naming— An Inquiry into the Animism and Folk-Lore of the Guiana Indians, Walter E. Roth, from the Thirtieth Annual Report of the Bureau of American Ethnology, 1908-1909, pp. 103-386, Washington D.C., 1915, and is now in the public domain.[ British Guiana ][ South America ]

How the Lord of Men and Beasts strove with the Mighty Wasis, and was shamefully defeated – Penobscot Now it came to pass when Glooskap had conquered all his enemies, even the Kewahqu', who were giants and sorcerers, and the m'téoulin, who were magicians, and the Pamola, who is the evil spirit of the night air, and all manner of ghosts, witches, devils, cannibals, and goblins, that he thought upon what he had done, and wondered if his work was at an end. And he said this to a certain woman. But she replied, "Not so fast, Master, for there yet remains One whom no one has ever conquered or got the better of in any way, and who will remain unconquered to the end of time." "And who is he?" inquired the Master. "It is the mighty Wasis," she replied, "and there he sits; and I warn you that if you meddle with him you will be in sore trouble." Now Wasis was the Baby. And he sat on the floor sucking a piece of maple-sugar, greatly contented, troubling no one. As the Lord of Men and Beasts had never married or had a child, he knew naught of the way of managing children. Therefore he was quite certain, as is the wont of such people, that he knew all about it. So he turned to Baby with a bewitching smile and bade him come to him. Then Baby smiled again, but did not budge. And the Master spake sweetly and made his voice like that of the summer bird, but it was of no avail, for Wasis sat still and sucked his maple-sugar. Then the Master frowned and spoke terribly, and ordered Wasis to come crawling to him immediately. And Baby burst out into crying and yelling, but did not move for all that. Then, since he could do but one thing more, the Master had recourse to magic. He used his most awful spells, and sang the songs which raise the dead and scare the devils. And Wasis sat and looked on admiringly, and seemed to find it very interesting, but all the same he never moved an inch. So Glooskap gave it up in despair, and Wasis, sitting on the floor in the sunshine, went goo! goo! and crowed. And to this day when you see a babe well contented, going goo! goo! and crowing, and no one can tell why, know that it is because he remembers the time when he overcame the Master who had conquered all the world. For of all the beings that have ever been since the beginning, Baby is alone the only invincible one.[1] Footnotes: [1] I am indebted for this "märchen" to Maria Saksis, a very intelligent Penobscot woman, a widow of a former governor, whom I met at North Conway, in the White Mountains, N. H. In her dialect Glooskap is invariably called Glus-gah-be. She told it with that admirable dry drollery, characteristic of a good story-teller in a race where there are no bad ones. The exquisite humor and humanity of this little legend, placed as a pendant to the stupendous successes of the giant hero, are such as to entitle its Indian author to rank as a genius. I have frequently asserted that these Wabanaki or Northeastern Algonquin tales bore to those of the West the apparent relation of originals to poor copies. Let the reader compare this, which is given as nearly word for word as was possible from the Indian narrative, with that of Manobozho-Hiawatha's effort to compete with a baby. The Cherokee account is that, seeing an infant sucking its own toe, he tried to do the same, and failed. It is in accounting for the unaccountable crowing of Baby that the point of the Penobscot story lies. Of this there is no mention made in the Western tale, which is utterly wanting in any feeling as to the power of childhood or its charm over the strongest. A real Indian tale may always be assumed to be ancient when it is told to set forth an origin. This gives the origin of a baby's crowing. Algonquin Legends of New England, or Myths and Folk Lore of the Micmac, Passamaquoddy, and Penobscot Tribes; by Charles G. Leland; Boston and New York; Houghton, Mifflin and Company, [1884] and is now in the public domain.

How The Lazy Man Was Cured - British Guiana This is another crab story; but the hero of it was distinguished by his laziness, and not by his ignorance. A large party of people went out in a big boat to catch crabs: every one of them had twenty quakes aboard, and as they rested at each stopping-place, they still continued plaiting them. You see, they had nothing to distract their attention, having left their wives at home to make the paiwarri ready for their return. At one of the inlets where they put in for a rest on the way down, they saw growing close to the banks a small kokerite palm, with a large bunch of ripe fruit. Having cut off the bunch, they put it into the boat, shoved off, and then started eating. The hero of this story asked them to save all the seeds, after they had removed the fruity parts, and let him have them. This they did, and on the night before their arrival at the place agreed upon for catching crabs, he filled all his quakes with them. Next morning the others landed to hunt, but this fellow refused to join them, and remained in the boat, not even putting his feet into the water. He knew well enough how to hunt the crabs, but was too lazy, and counted on receiving contributions from all his companions. These, on the contrary, were equally determined that he should not have any: they filled all their own quakes, returned to the boat, and finally reached home. It was night when they got there, and they turned into their hammocks. Next morning, they called their wives to fetch the crabs from the place where they had left them at the water-side. The wife of the individual who had brought back the kokerite seeds, asked him where his crabs were: he told her that she would find them at the bottom of the heap and that she would have to wait until all the other women had cleared away theirs. She did as she was instructed and, carrying the quakes to her mother, let her know that these were the kind of crabs that her husband had brought home with him. The old woman thought much, but merely said, "Put them into a big pot and boil them on the fire, till the shells crack." In the meantime, each of the other women gave the naturally diaappointed wife one quakeful of crabs each, but conditionally, on her promising that she would give none to her husband. And thus, with one exception, they all started on a hearty meal of crabs and paiwarri. The old mother took a calabash full of the cooked kokerite seeds, and placing it before her good-for-nothing son-in-law, bade him eat. This was obliged to do, even if only out of mere shame, because he was so hungry, and knew that no one would give him of their crabs. At any rate, the lesson cured him of his laziness, and on the next occasion that he went out hunting, he brought home to his poor wife crabs and not kokerite seeds. An Inquiry into the Animism and Folk-Lore of the Guiana Indians, Walter E. Roth, from the Thirtieth Annual Report of the Bureau of American Ethnology, 1908-1909, pp. 103-386, Washington D.C., 1915, and is now in the public domain.[ British Guiana ][ South America ]