The dust has more or less settled since returning home. All of the travel expenses are organized so my tax preparer will like them and Lily the Terrorist has gotten back into her Queen of the Household mode.
Thinking back on the North American Indian Days event, I once again was impressed by the sense of community the participants exhibited. The only negative was what the wooden bleachers did to my entire spinal column, hips and legs. However, the crawl upward above the foot traffic was worth it.
The Grand Entry on the opening night would have been better served by a video, but I tried to capture what I could with my new camera. Photography is not my strong suit. I will post more photos as time goes by, but seeing that many tribes represented with their Chiefs in the lead was impressive. The arena was filled with dancers before everyone could get in.
People of all ages participated. The three and four year olds were darned cute! The variety of drum groups was impressive and performed mostly by young men. They were good. The awesome part was that if you left for a bit, something new and interesting was always coming up.
If I could equate a Pow Wow with anything, it would be like an old-fashioned rendezvous where everyone visited and caught up between events. I was treated very nicely, although there were a couple of young fellows who seemed as though I was intruding. It didn't matter considering all who treated me well. I learned much about the culture in the first two days I was in Browning, mostly from artists and vendors. It's nice to have them set you straight when you don't fully understand something. More on that later.
My paternal Great Grandfather was full-blood Cherokee and his wife was full-blood Kickapoo. The rest of me is a Euro-mix.
I retired from the Fire Department in 2005 and have been writing since 2009. I have four grown kids and a Grandson, plus twin Granddaughters born in January of 2014, which qualifies me for treatment of PTSD, I'm sure!