Ancestors @ MindSay 
Remember when you wear Green today regardless of your culture back ground, you are celebrating a Man who decimated and killed thousands of ppl for having faith in a different path then he did.
You are promoting the celebration of Religious Genocide and Terrostic Attacks done on many of today's ppl's ancestors. No different then the Religious Terrorists of the Middle East for killing those who have faith or think differently then they do.
Hope your proud of yourselves!
Me and Mine will be celebrating our Ancestors by wearing various Snake jewlery, shirts, ink, and other items to show that our Ancestors are NOT forgotten and that they did NOT die in vain.
Burials Prompted First Tree-Sitter
By Richard Brenneman (09-18-07)Zachary Running Wolf, pointing to two little known UC documents, said that the university has admitted that the place where it plans to build its $125 million Student Athlete High Performance Center is a Native American burial ground.
“They want to build a gym where my ancestors are buried,” he said.
Running Wolf said he recently found the two short entries in the environmental impact report (EIR) the university assembled for its 2020 Long Range Development Plan—a plan that specifically excludes the stadium area projects.
Buried in that EIR’s public comments section are two paragraphs, one from a local historian and the other an unsigned response from the university—or rather Design Community Environment, the Berkeley company hired by university to prepare the document.
Richard Schwartz, a Berkeley author and amateur historian, notified the university that “there is a record of about 18 Indian burials unearthed when constructing the UC stadium. There would be many more still there.”
His e-mail pointed to the state archaeological records repository at Sonoma State University. Those documents are unavailable to the press and general public—a measure to protect burial sites from those who raid burials for bones and artifacts.
“UC Berkeley has conducted a records search at the Information Center and is aware of the burials you mentioned,” stated the university’s response.
The university has prepared an “archaeological site sensitivity map” of the area, and if “ground-disturbing” work is begun in highlighted areas and, the brief report added, “UC Berkeley will take appropriate steps to ensure any resources that may be present are properly treated in accordance with archaeological protection laws.”
“That proves there are burials here,” said Running Wolf. “Let them build their gym someplace else that isn’t over our graves. And it’s on the earthquake fault, too.”
The four-story, $125 million combination gym and office complex is planned adjacent to the stadium’s western wall, which would be seismically retrofitted before gym construction starts.
The stadium itself is literally split in half from end to end by the Hayward Fault, which federal geologists predict will be the source of the Bay Area’s next major earthquake.
The city and three different community organizations have sued to block construction pending completion of a new EIR for the complex of buildings the school plans in its southeast campus quadrant.
Those buildings were included in a second EIR approved by the UC Board of Regents last year.
For the City of Berkeley and neighbors, the key questions involve the impacts of the stadium area development stemming from construction and increased traffic of heavy trucks it will bring, as well as long-term effects from the growing demand on city infrastructure and the potential for enhanced dangers from earthquakes, wildfires and landslides in an area with limited access and narrow roads.
For environmental activists, concerns focus on the fate of a large stand of Coastal Live Oaks, some dating from before the stadium was built.
Running Wolf said the trees are important to him, as they are to many Native Americans. But it is the burials that are his main concern.
Leigh Jordan, coordinator of the Northwest Information Center for the California Historical Resources Information Center, located at Sonoma State University in Rohnert Park—the office cited by Schwartz in his e-mail to the university—said she couldn’t comment on any burials at the site.
“I really can’t say anything, particularly about Native American sites,” she said.
The California Public Records Act, which gives public and press access to most official records of state and local governments, exempts information about archaeological sites, she said.
“Only landlords and participants in a project with a need to know” are able to access the information in the state files, she said.
A two-day court hearing starting Wednesday in Hayward will determine the fate of the lawsuit, and with it, the fate of any burials that may lay beneath the loamy soil at the foot of the oaks now occupied by the tree-sitters.
http://www.berkeley dailyplanet. com:80/article. cfm?issue= 09-18-07&storyID=28025
Tamra Brennan
Founder/Director
Protect Sacred Sites Indigenous People, One Nation
www.protectsacredsi tes.org
"Our sacred lands are all that remain keeping us connected to our place on Mother Earth, to our spirituality, our heritage and our lands; what’s left of them. If they take it all away, what will remain except a vague memory of a past so forgotten?"
I have to remark on this because I've long wanted to know the truth about both sides of my family ancestry. The hardest to research so far has been my mother's Austrian side of the family. Everytime I ask about my great grandparents I'm given all sorts of legends, rumors, half-truths, and down right lies. Here's what I've found out so far:
Belt (Austrian-German, my mother's side of the family)
My grandfather, Joesph Belt, Jr. was born June 26, 1910 in Yugoslavia and died January 19,1988 in Stevens Point, WI, USA.
My grandmother, Madeline T. Finster was born May 15, 1915 in Syracuse, NY and died October 10, 1973 in Almond, WI, USA. My grandma Madge's funeral was the first funeral I ever attended and, even though I was only three, I remember it clearly. Sadly, my only memory of her was seeing her dead body and later, as a teen, her ghost materialized several times before me. At other times her apparition is odorous -- the scent of lily of the valley often is experienced during times of family crisis. I'm not kidding!
My grandfather, Joesph Jr. had one sister, Eva Mahsun, whom I have never been able to track down. I was told there was some "bad blood" between them and that they parted ways long ago. She never showed up at his funeral even though calls were made to inform her about her brother's death.
My great grandparents were Joesph and Magdalena Belt; their births, marriage, and deaths go unrecorded, but I've been told by my uncles and aunts that they died in NYC before my grandfather Joesph Jr. moved to Milwaukee in the early '40s.
Joesph and Magdalena immigrated to the U.S. in the mid to late '20s and changed the family name to the English version of their Austrian name (Belt) to hide the ancestry. At the time they arrived in New York, there was a lot of prejudism towards Germans, which only got worse during WWII.
It seems strange to me that they escaped their home country to avoid the war, yet stayed here where they faced even more trouble if they continued to go by their original German surname. Perhaps there was something more practical about this decision? That maybe it was hard to say? Do I have Nazi relatives somewhere? I've always longed to know the whole truth.
One family legend handed down through the last three to four generations is that we are distant cousins of the Habsburgs and there hasn't been a day that I wasn't told that we are of Austrian blood and that we should be proud. My mother was looked down upon for having children, my brother and I, who are of mixed race. But why would a proud German family change their name to hide their ancestry? Could it be we have some Jewish blood in the family? I don't know.
My great grandfather's German name was most likely spelled Josef. Magdalena is a common Austrian name as well, especially among Habsburg descendants (and Austrians in general!), but since my great grandmother's maiden name is unknown, it's been hard to track down her family history prior to her arrival in the U.S.
They were still in Germany when my grandfather, Joesph Jr., was about ten years old (this would place the time to be 1925-6) and he told me stories about what it was like on the boat to NY, that everyone was "de-liced" with funky smelling powder before going ashore, and how seeing the Statue of Liberty was one of his life's greatest moments.
Before my grandfather Joesph Jr. died, he told us kids that something happened during the Napoleonic Wars that separated our side of the family with the more "blue blood" side. Since he had several strokes, it was very hard to interpret what he was saying most of the time, but I swore he said something to the like that since we sided with Napoleon, a wave of bad luck separated us from our other, more aristocratic brothers and sisters. Again, another legend possibly made to distract from the truth?
What is written is that my mother is a middle daughter of a family of five daughters and two sons (seven children in all): Joesph F. Belt (first born, note he was named after my grandfather, making him Joseph the III), Madeline "Madge" Belt (married Orley Laufenberg, also note she was named after my grandmother), Sylett Belt (later changed her name to "Sandy" and married a Mr. Lynch in Milwaukee), Asenith Belt (married a Mr. Bigornia in CA), Coreene Ann Belt (my mother, never married), Douglas Belt, and Vivian Belt (married a Mr. James Yarmark in Menomonee Falls, but I think they're divoriced now).
My mother is Coreene Ann Belt, born April 22, 1942. She's had two children given to adoption, Catherine Marie and Michael whom I do not know.
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Now the Native American half of my heritage is, believe it or not, easier to track. You would think it would be the opposite. The Kaquatosh family history is well recorded and it's amazing to me to see the records go as far, far, far back into the 17th century. Here's what I know so far:
Kaquatosh (Menominee, my father's side of the family)
My grandfather was John Jr. Kaquatosh, born December 22, 1882 and died April 16, 1933.
My grandmother was Margaret Soman, born July 15, 1895 and died in 1976 under mysterious circumstances. It is said she was killed by a blow to her head and her killer was never caught. I never got to meet my grandmother, but I dream about her and talk to her sometimes in my sleep. Her spirit once told me that "we never lose anyone who is of our blood because we are all inside you and are only as faraway as a breath." Besides being part Menominee, Margaret's maiden name, Soman, is British in origin, suggesting that there may be family ties there.
My great grandfather was John Kaquatosh, born June 2, 1834 -- died December 11, 1913.
My great grandmother was Sophia Wahhanahanae, born @ 1838 -- died September 4, 1888 in Bay Settlement, Brown, Wisconsin.
My great grandfather John Kaquatosh had two wives! This was not an uncommon custom among the Wisconsin tribes. His other wife was simply known as Cosekiew who was born around the same time as Sophia, died in 1903. She may have been Sophia's sister. No children were recorded.
My great-great grandfather was Ludowic (Louis) (Wapiosek) KAQUATOSH, born @ 1800 in Oshkosh, Wisconsin and died July 26, 1880. The year 1800 marked the time when Menominee first started to truly adopt Christian "white" names and took up the custom of having a surname. Gr.Gr.Granpa Louis' real name was most likely Wapiosek (Wahpeeoosick) similiar to my Indian name of Wahpinkiw (Morning Star) -- meaning that our family spiritual heritage was closely related to the cult of the Morning Star Woman.
My great-great grandmother was Monica (Tomow) OSWAKEENAYTOMAH born @1824 and died July 15, 1849 in what is now known as Green Bay, Wisconsin. Not much is known about her.
My great-great-great grandfather had one name: MEKATAHKEESHICK and was born in 1772. He married Margaret OKEEWAH in 1796.
Margaret Okeewah was born in 1774 and was the daughter of Charles Michael de Langlade (also known as "The Father of Wisconsin" for being the first official European settler, but in actuality he was more Ottawa indian and French Canadian -- the only known likeness of him to exist is at left). Margaret's mother was, no doubt, Langlade's Ottawa wife. Back in the day, white men also had relations with American Indian women and many of these so-called affairs were actually considered marriages by Indian law but not considered legit marriages in the eyes of White Man's law. Sending a small corps of French men to marry and beget children with Indian woman insured the birth of a New France. Because of this intermarrying, the French have long been considered more than just friends of the American Indian; they are family.
My great-great-great-great grandfather, Charles Michael de Langlade, was à la façon du pays "married" to the Ottawa woman, Agathe. Together they had a son, Charles Michael de Langlade, Jr., and possibly they had more children than that. It is also possible that Langlade also had other "marriages" that produced children. Again, such unions were not considered exactly official, but in the tribes, no matter if the union did not last long, they were respectable.
Gr.Gr.Gr.Gr. Granpa Langlade was born May 1729 at Mackinac and died in 1801 or 1802 (?) in Green Bay. Langlade was a hero in the French-Indian wars. Look up his name and you'll find him a footnote in American history, but his life was so colorful, from what I've read about him, his story would make for a very entertaining book. The last book completely dedicated to his life was written as far back as 1900. Writings about Langlade make him out to be a white man, a "great" pioneer, and ambitious soldier. Maybe so, but his Indian side was ignored. In order to insure that his career not be sullied by the fact he was married to a "savage woman", Granpa Langlade married a white woman, Charlotte Ambroisine Bourassa, on August 12, 1754. Poor Charlotte was a survivor of the massacres at Mackinac and had an intense fear of Indians. Described as a petite woman who was "remarkably beautiful, having a slender figure, regular features and very black eyes" she often threw herself into a horrible panic whenever Indians approached their home. She bore Langlade two daughters; Charlotte Catharine born in 1756, and Louise Domitile in 1759.
By the time of my great-great-great grandmother's birth in 1774, Granpa Langlade, along with his Indian allies, would soon fight with the British against the American Revolutionaries. The British loss of the war did nothing to disturb what was to become a pastoral lifestyle for Langlade. Shortly after he died, the place that would become Wisconsin, a place he would be named as the Father of, was gradually Americanized. No one really had liked the British, but my Menominee, Ottawa, and Chippewa ancestors were suspcious of the Americans.
I wonder what life had been like for my Gr.Gr.Gr.Granmother. It makes me sad that she and other women's lives of the time were not recorded. I like to think that Langlade's union with Agathe was much more than just some affair. Perhaps it is a story I will have to write about someday.
For now, that is my ancestry, or as much of it as I know of, so far today.
I was away from work for another week, and spent a few days on another short retreat, though I brought a friend along this time. It never ceases to amaze me at what happens to my body and mind once I am out of this city, as beautiful as it is. Once I am in Prince Edward Island it is like there is a sudden change in my metabolism. Everything slows down, there is a sense of calmness, tranquility, peacefulness. I sleep like I never sleep here, I even have naps. I am happy, so very happy, and so very content.
Since spring is here, at least officially anyway, my mind starts to wander to the work I am beginning on my "Serenity Gardens". 50 Acres of rolling trees, plants, flowers, ponds, water fountains, gazebo's, cabins, labyrinth etc. All these are incorporated into my planning and building over the next 5-7 years. I am starting this year by clearing a long road about 10 acres and clearing 2 or 3, 1/2 acre lots. These will be the spots for our small house and 2 small cabins. I am also working on a small area that is within the trees, and will be surrounded by flowers, windchimes, a few benches, and maybe a small fountain. I am very excited about having this for summer, my own little sactuary in the middle of all this peace. I look forward to sharing it all with others, and in a few years it will be open to all that want to share it.
5 minutes from all this is the ocean and I've picked out an acre lot on the sea to build just a day cabin of sorts. One can stay the night, but it will be very simple. I don't want to have to worry about it off season, worry about doing anymore than sweeping out sand, or be concerned by anyone breaking into it. Just a spot with a bed, windows on the sea, deck, a chair or 2, candles, outside fireplace. It is mainly to allow a place for the dogs to run freely and have some lunch, and maybe sleep by the waves.
It's funny how life changes. As a young 18 year old I could not wait to get to the city and away from the beauty of a place on the ocean. I was sure I'd want to always be in the fast lane, always on the go, and always busy. I traveled to bigger cities and loved the rush I got being caught up in the size and fury of everything around me. And then about 8 years ago something just changed. For the first time I went to PEI and spent some of the best time I ever had with my kids. I cried when I left the Island and longed to return. I did so a few more times and then knew that this was it. Oddly, I have since found out that I had many ancestors living on the Island, and in fact last year found out they lived within minutes of where I had bought my 50 acres! Perhaps the Ancestors calling me home? This summer I will do a little research on them to find out more details. As strange as it seems this Island called to me, and I answered.
Namaste'
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