We all went to school with someone who had a nickname. I remember a boy named "Doozy". I suppose that came from his mother telling him he was such a "doozy".
In our family, my DH (darling husband) and I refer to our grandsons as "Bud or Buddy" and our grand-daughters as "Little Girl". Technically, they're not really nicknames because none of the other family members refer to them this way. To us, they'e just names of endearment.
Indians sure have some "doozy" names, too.
Here are some of them:
Bug-Bug (M)
Bugger (M)
Be-Bop (M)
Jooks (F)
Duner (M)
Potsy (F)
Nooj (M)
Daygie (M)
Bealy (M)
Cold Beans (M)
Fa (M)
Bubba (F)
Pummy (M)
Bear (M)
Tootsa (F)
Duckie (F)
Etsy (F)
Weenie (F)
Hanny (F)
Bayda (F)
Ish (F)
See what I mean? I could go on and on. Of course, some of these are people who've passed on. Since I haven't lived at home for some time and I'm not familiar with the younger generation, there's no telling what kind of names are circulating, now.
I'm not sure why nicknames are so prevalent within native communities. It would be an interesting study, I'm sure.
Sassafras Tea
With the onset of fall, Sassafras tea comes to mind. I remember my dad going to the woods to dig up the roots. He would set them aside to dry and then chip off the bark to store for cold winter days.
My mother would let the bark soak in a pan of cold water, overnight. Then, she would boil the water and let it steep, much as you would tea. The sweet aroma would permeate the house.
Of course, Sassafras tea isn't a native food, per se, but it's a nice finish to milkweed and corn soup.
My mother would let the bark soak in a pan of cold water, overnight. Then, she would boil the water and let it steep, much as you would tea. The sweet aroma would permeate the house.
Of course, Sassafras tea isn't a native food, per se, but it's a nice finish to milkweed and corn soup.
Eli S. Parker
While deciding which antique piece I would take to a women's group for a free appraisal, I happened on another little gem. It was one of those things we tuck away for safe keeping until we get around to putting it in its proper place. There in hiding was a somewhat brittle, folded piece of newspaper.
Well, well, well! Look what I have, here!
Eli Parker was a distant relative of my adopted mother, Esther Blueye. If I remember correctly, Eli was a great uncle. I couldn't find a copy of the family tree she documented for me.
From my understanding, I believe he married, though he never had children.
We've always been proud that one of our relatives has left such a legacy for the Parker family, Senecas, and Native Americans everywhere.
This video documentary is quite informative. I've used it several times over the years in the classroom as a supplement to lessons on Native Americans.
Well, well, well! Look what I have, here!
Eli Parker was a distant relative of my adopted mother, Esther Blueye. If I remember correctly, Eli was a great uncle. I couldn't find a copy of the family tree she documented for me.
We've always been proud that one of our relatives has left such a legacy for the Parker family, Senecas, and Native Americans everywhere.
This video documentary is quite informative. I've used it several times over the years in the classroom as a supplement to lessons on Native Americans.
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