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Post by Diane Merkel on Mar 28, 2011 13:59:42 GMT -6
Perfect!
Thank you!
Diane
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Post by "Hunk" Papa on Mar 29, 2011 15:01:39 GMT -6
As a matter of interest I followed up some of Kraft's references in "Son of the Morning Star" and in one particular he differs from that author. On page 417 Connell says that Me-o-tzi waited seven years for Custer and that during that time Kate Bighead joined the northern branch of the Cheyenne "so she did not know what happened to when Me-o-tzi learned of Custer's death." If that is so, then Me-o-tzi could not have been with the northern band. Yet Joseph White Cow Bull says that she was at the Little Big Horn and he said he was courting her, so presumably he would know where she was, if true. Connell of course, gives no sources for his comments. Powell, in "People of the Sacred Mountain" has Stone Forehead getting to the north with his wife and an escort of 27 young men only, so it seems unlikely that Me-o-tzi was with him, in which case she remained with the Southern Cheyenne until perhaps, she came north with the Lame White Man group who were at the LBH. Somewhat convoluted, but as she was north when she married Isaac and one of her daughters was with the Northern Cheyenne later, it seems possible that she did move north at some point. Maybe Joseph White Cow Bull was right about her presence at the LBH, but he was economical with the truth at times. Hope this helps in some way. "Hunk"
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Post by Diane Merkel on Apr 14, 2011 22:52:52 GMT -6
All solid research is helpful. Thank you.
I find the whole thing so convoluted that I choose to ignore rather than explore the topic. It's one of those peripheral issues that leads to far too much speculation.
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Post by brunstribe on Aug 7, 2012 11:01:58 GMT -6
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Post by brunstribe on Aug 7, 2012 11:18:44 GMT -6
johns son was born oct 22 1897 and died jan 1 1951. johns daughter is my wifes grandmother
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Post by herosrest on Dec 21, 2012 19:22:10 GMT -6
As, what l hope, is a half matured elf, when things get this answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20100502001703AAFjeha daft, ~ youngsters desperate for attention, the ladies reaching for mascara and the guys for the families assault rifles, things might have just gone a tad pear shaped. Not that there is any ting wrong with the shape of pears. SHOOT ME, SHOOT ME, DO SHOOT ME, DO, DO, DO! Crazy Horse was good at this, but, but, but, he was bullet proof. Whilst the logic of defending schools with weapons may seem logical, it is not. You simply do away with schools. Schools are dangerous, why are your loved ones sent to them. It is YOUR problem, not the governments and dumb is alive.
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Post by mckendree on Jul 29, 2013 15:01:42 GMT -6
I just discovered this board. Is there a way to contact Saheyala by email?
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Post by Rabble on Jul 30, 2013 19:40:03 GMT -6
I just discovered this board. Is there a way to contact Saheyala by email?
Try cheyenne.vow@gmail.com
Rabble
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Post by mckendree on Jul 30, 2013 22:13:21 GMT -6
Thanks too much
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Post by locksley on Feb 11, 2016 20:31:46 GMT -6
Saheyala, thank you for sharing your photo and your story. There is so much oral tradition regarding Custer's child with Monaseetah/Meotzi that I think it can't be entirely without merit. I have read Gail Kelly Custer's book and found it a bit odd, to say the least. She maintains that Crazy Horse was Cheyenne (though I have always understood that he was Lakota), that he was Monaseetah's first cousin, and that both their mothers were white. She also maintains that his daughter was called Red Geranium (I thought it was They Are Afraid of Her), and that he and Custer were close friends. There is one rather strange scene in the book where Custer sneaks away from his Kentucky posting for a quick trip to the Plains, visits a Cheyenne village, and teaches the Cheyenne children to read while Tom, Boston and Crazy Horse look on approvingly. Then at LBH, Monaseetah visits the battlefield just before the action starts, intercepts Custer, and trims his long flowing locks with her knife. Just before he dies, he and Crazy Horse have a long philosophical discussion, and then, with apologies, Crazy Horse shoots him. Later he and Monaseetah give an interview to an English-speaking reporter from back East on the subject of Custer's son. Now I don't want to discount anybody's family stories, but most of that seems pretty far-fetched to me. Among other things, I'm pretty sure Crazy Horse hated whites, and that he and Custer didn't meet until the day Custer died, and probably not even then. I am glad your relatives at least got to stay near the family and tribe . I found this story of a different kind of ending to a lost child. QUOTE [ Lost Bird, Survivor of Wounded Knee Of all the stories I've uncovered while researching antique photographs in my collection, this one is the most heartbreaking. Starting with the Massacre at Wounded Knee on Dec. 29, 1890, "Lost Bird" suffered every kind of injury and abuse the White Man imposed on Native Americans. She died on Valentine's Day in 1920, aged 29, and was buried in a pauper's grave in California, but 71 years later, her people, the Lakota, found her grave and brought her remains back to Wounded Knee, the place where she was found as an infant beneath her mother's frozen body. ".....baby girl found on the field of Wounded Knee...mother's back on the fourth day after the battle, was found by me. She was about 4 or 5 months old and was frozen on her head and feet, but entirely recovered. The battle occurred Dec. 29, 1890, about fifteen miles walking from Pine Ridge, South Dakota." ] www.huffingtonpost.com/joan-gage/lost-bird-survivor-of-wounded-knee-betrayed-by-the-white-man_b_6693120.html
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Post by tubman13 on Feb 12, 2016 19:42:46 GMT -6
Locksley, Am I to assume, as in Robin of Locksley? No matter. Interesting story, I know HR would like, for sure.
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Post by locksley on Feb 13, 2016 18:20:50 GMT -6
Locksley, Am I to assume, as in Robin of Locksley? No matter. Interesting story, I know HR would like, for sure. I have been an archer since 1962 when I had enough yard cutting money to buy a then new recurve bow made by Ben Pearson Archery . The model of the bow is a Locksley Razor Back model. l have been using the Locksley name ever since I built my first computer back in 1998 and got on the internet Archery sites . Ever since I got on the internet Locksley from the Robin hood story has been my handle as in Robin of Locksley. I have been reading the post here for some time and just found the interesting story I thought you-all might be interested in.
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Post by dave on Feb 13, 2016 19:36:09 GMT -6
Robin Welcome to the board! I found your article you posted to be sad beyond measure that a young girl then woman would live such a short troubled life. I thought back to the fall of 1962 when I entered the 8th grade and had archery as a PE class alongside the ubiquitous basketball class. We had a gorgeous (13 year old males) college coed from Ole Miss as our instructor and we would skip lunch to go back and watch her teach the next class. We loved it when she would put her arm around us to get the right grip on releasing the arrow. Greatest class I ever had. Any way welcome. Regards Dave
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Post by ohio1953 on Oct 28, 2019 13:45:08 GMT -6
Finding this blog and reading it was completely surreal. I had to actually step away from my desk and take a few moments to digest it all before I posted a response. GAC's child with the Cheyenne woman did not disappear. I am a direct descendant of Monaseetah and my mother named me Saheyala Win at birth. Saheyala Win is translated to Cheyenne Woman, which, as the story was told to me is what Monaseetah was called by her captive (GAC). Her son, my great, great grandfather, knew who his father is and there was no doubt in that. He past those stories down to my great grandfather, which then went to his daughter, my grandmother, and finally to my mother. I found a photo posted online that is said to be the child of Monaseetah and it is actually (I understand it to be) a photo of my great grandfather, who is the grandson of Monaseetah. I have a photo of my great, great grandfather, the son of GAC, with his wife and his mother, Monaseetah (she is very old in the photo), among other family members. My great, great grandfather’s wife was Lakota, which explains why the photo of the man posted online does not show blond streaks in the hair. His looks, as an older man, are quite different than the man in the photo, which is what I believe most of you are referring to. I have no reason to believe any differently than what my parents, and grandparents have told me of our history. I feel a deep connection to Monaseetah and this was intended as I was named after her. The family name is Yellowbird/Steele and there are many descendants still living on and around the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation.
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Post by ohio1953 on Oct 28, 2019 13:50:08 GMT -6
After a refreshed interest in the topic of my ancestors I do find it ironic that the man (GAC) everyone believed to be incapable of having such a long line of decendants did produce just that. I will have to be at home and check the dates that I do have on my ancestors and get back to you, if there are any available. I should be able to find out where they settled. I know my great grandfather, Yellowbirds son, lived in Rocky Ford on the Pine Ridge indian reservation. Yellowbirds wife was named Annie Long Horn. There may be a way to trace where the Long Horns originated and that would offer an idea of where they lived. I know them to have lived on or close to the Pine Ridge indian reservation. I don't see them having moved far from there as natives were not well taken outside of the res. John was Yellow Bird at birth.. but if you understand Native history the Native usually bore a single name and did not have surnames in relation to family. Once white settlers came into the Dakotas and began converting the "savages" into a more civilized race it was forced upon them to begin describing their families by assigning a recognizable name. Yellow Bird became John Yellow Bird. I understand my great grandfather, Yellow Birds son, was sent to a boarding school. This was also typical of the whites, they took Native children from their parents to educate them in white ways. That school, from my understanding, is where the Steele name came from. At that school, my very Sioux/Cheyenne great grandfather became Harold (Harry) Steele. He was beaten if he spoke in indian and became a dovout Catholic - most of our Native culture was washed away because of this. Harry's wife, my great grandmother, also attended a boarding school (the same boarding school I believe) and shared a similar experience and that experience was past on to their children. None of their six children spoke any native language and all worshiped a new God. Corporal punishment became the method to use for disciplining children as they were no longer sacred... Monaseetah was Cheyenne Woman to everyone who talked about her when I was growing up. My grandmother told me her name was Monaseetah, but GAC called her Cheyenne Woman and that is what everyone in my family called her. My great aunt, who is dead now, walked me to her grave when I was a small child and told me that this is where "Cheyenne Woman" is buried. SHe is buried at the family gravesite which is in Rocky Ford on the Pine Ridge Indian reservation. I believe her name is spelled how it sounds and my hunch is that it is actually two words, but I don't speak Cheyenne. I apologize if I offend anyone by using the word white/s, or the way I told the story of my relatives. I do not mean to offend anyone, I only mean to tell the story as it was told to me. I also want to add that I believe Cheyenne Woman had nothing to gain and everything to lose from this portion of her life. I know none of my relatives have ever tried to make a profit or any type of gain from our history. My grandmother gave everything she had on this story to the author of "Lost bird of Wounded Knee" in an attempt to have the story told. That story was never told from the Yellowbird/Steele family outside of verbally, that I am aware. I want to tell people the story the way it was told to me, whether you choose to believe it or not is not my burden. I shared with all of you a photo of my great great grandfather and I told the story to those who care to know.
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