My old Thesis advisor used to throw a party on that day as well. …it’s also my birthday, which is another thing I don’t quite celebrate. Remember is more like it.
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I didn’t have time to see this particular grave on my trip to the Little Bighorn. It’s a powerful thought.
So sad and reprehensible how a way of life that sustained many native groups for centuries was brought to an often cruel end. It is only within the last few decades that we are beginning to appreciate the wisdom of indigenous cultures.
He was the only chief to have died at the Little Bighorn, which was a shame , since he had escaped the Sand Creek Massacre. The gravestone hasn’t always been there (less than 20 years). It’s strange that you chose to write about him since I have used his photo for my facebook entry for nearly 10 years, and dear old facebook has cropped it so it’s unrecognizable.
I’m sure you already know that his name refers to his fighting style — up close and personal.
Yikes. Is this real?
Yes, it’s from the Little Bighorn Memorial.
Wow.
Wisely presented. What words could evoke more than that inscription?
His is one of the more compelling stories from that day. Don’t think I could have done it justice though.
That date represents a holiday to me. I celebrate that victory.
http://jamesrichardstewart.com/writing/a-lakota-woman/
My old Thesis advisor used to throw a party on that day as well. …it’s also my birthday, which is another thing I don’t quite celebrate. Remember is more like it.
I’ve read the basics of his story; didn’t have time to go to that gravesite on my one trip to the Little Bighorn.
I was traveling with a couple colleagues. I think they were wondering why I was so interested in this particular grave. The whole place is amazing.
Thank you for the repost!
Reblogged this on MetroplexSouthsider Blog and commented:
I didn’t have time to see this particular grave on my trip to the Little Bighorn. It’s a powerful thought.
So sad and reprehensible how a way of life that sustained many native groups for centuries was brought to an often cruel end. It is only within the last few decades that we are beginning to appreciate the wisdom of indigenous cultures.
My son and I went there last summer. It was a very moving experience. Thanks for the image!
He was the only chief to have died at the Little Bighorn, which was a shame , since he had escaped the Sand Creek Massacre. The gravestone hasn’t always been there (less than 20 years). It’s strange that you chose to write about him since I have used his photo for my facebook entry for nearly 10 years, and dear old facebook has cropped it so it’s unrecognizable.
I’m sure you already know that his name refers to his fighting style — up close and personal.