Saturday, October 16, 2021
An Adventure for A Dime by Jo-Ann Roberts
Thursday, October 14, 2021
Omaha Laflesch: “You’re a Half-Breed” by Cora Leland
Dr. Susan Laflesche
Tonight, while I waited to check into a motel outside of Lincoln, the man waiting in front of me was listening to a beautiful Native American ceremony on his radio. Suddenly he ducked to the front of the motel, made a phone call, then returned to the line.
He resumed his place (without asking). I said, “that was beautiful chanting. What was it?”
He said, “That’s what we call the half-breed song. Like you.”
I was so amused that I didn’t flinch.
He continued. “The Omaha Nation’s dedicating a statue of my great-grandmother, Susan Laflesch, tomorrow morning at the capitol rotunda. She was a half-breed like you.”
Did you ever feel that a person was egging you on?
But I was terribly interested in what would come next. Also, I was glad that Dr. Laflesch was being honored at the Nebraska State Capitol and I’d gladly overlook her great- grandson’s peculiar outlook.
The term ‘half-breed’ originated among American Indians when land was being divided by the federal government for various tribal uses. Tribes in one region demanded a reservation set apart for the ‘half-breeds’ but the reservations themselves were to be open only to ‘pure-bloods’ or ‘bloods.’
I got checked in and went to my room, leaving the famous Dr. Susan Laflesch’s great- grandson making preparations in his. Through the open door, I noticed a woman dividing up food as I walked by.
I started thinking catty thoughts, wondering if he considered all Native American women like the braves of old supposedly did: women were property, fit for skinning hides and gathering berries, but nothing much beyond that. The braves of old, though, supplied the tribe, including single females, with fresh meat.
The warriors also protected the women of their band. All women would be safe from raids and attacks, when women could be stolen and enslaved. (Stealing and enslaving, then selling, women from other tribes was common, especially among the Plains Indians. European American -- non-tribal American -- slave dealers held auctions at local and larger markets, selling captive women as slaves.
Among the tribes, women were ranked, like every other member, with the young married women ranking ‘most,’ and the older, widowed or unwed women ranking ‘least.’ The women whom they’d captured, even those taken as captive wives, had no rank. I admitted to myself that the warriors of old might have felt insulted when any woman spoke to them as their equal.
Of course, the entire American Indian social structure was disrupted, first by the reservation system, then the attempts at ‘allotment’ (written into law by the Dawes Act). Small parcels of land were given to individual Indians for their personal use only.
Farming was encouraged, though tribal land was not uniformly suitable for growing crops and tools, like plows, and seed, were hard to come by, even by homesteaders and other settlers. For example, the ancient inhabitants of the great southwestern deserts, like the Pueblo and Hopi Indians, lived where farming was impossible for anyone.
In other regions, Indians were able to grow potatoes with success. (Potatoes were considered by settlers and Indians alike as filled with nutrients, and were valued for keeping away scurvy.) Other individual Indians worked hard and had good luck against the clouds of insects, the droughts, and the harsh weather that sent many homesteaders away.
Some Indians were discouraged by life on reservations, then economically stopped by the decision that individuals must be farmers. They’d grown up to expect nothing different from generations of their kinsmen. From boyhood they’d learned skills for hunting large mammals like buffalo, which was – when you consider it – dangerous and life-threatening. They learned how to ride their ponies and swing in front of charging buffaloes, or movements for confusing large animals while filling them with arrows or spears while riding.
As children, they’d learned how to make bows, string them from the same materials as their ancestors, to carve arrows from rocks; certain types of arrows would kill small game; they made others suitable for hunting buffalo or other large game.
The young warriors used certain wood for making the bows, and they learned to substitute other wood when their choice became too scarce. (I do not offer these facts as excuses, but as tidbits of Western history. I am unfit to judge anyone.)
The Dawes Act sought to enhance the federal government’s new project. Allotments of small tracts of land to individual Indians were to replace the reservations, which they’d given to tribes. This was to reduce/remove tribal life and to create individual farmers. It was written up as a charitable, humanitarian effort. Hundreds of hard-working organizations endorsed this effort to help the native population.
The land that wasn’t used as allotments to Indians was sold to people settling the land; the federal government received the profits. The effort toward creating individual allotments of land for Indians was discarded as a failure in the 20th century.
Then I remembered how truly great Dr. Susan Laflesch was. As I’ve mentioned before in Sweethearts of the West, Susan Laflesch was the first Native American medical doctor. She went to the University of Pennsylvania medical college during the post-civil war era.
Doctors in America could – and did -- practice openly with no medical training. Doctors abounded, opening clinics with no medical training whatsoever and no licensing. The University of Pennsylvania had one of the few accredited medical colleges.
Dr. Laflesch worked not only as a licensed medical doctor for the Omaha tribe. She worked constantly for simple people. For example, normal Indians who needed complicated paperwork filled out and sent through the government maze. Like others in her family, she felt that she should take advantage of her many blessings – like being educated -- for helping others. Her medical practice consisted of high payment to no payment.
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It’s three o’clock in the morning. I’m glad that my experience this evening led to my sharing these ideas with you. I’ll snap some photos of Dr. Laflesch’s statue and post them next month. She was a strong-willed, admirable and very pretty woman.
I suspect that she’d been called a half-breed, too. Only twice in my life have I been called a ‘half-breed.’ The first time, I was teaching at a university in Thailand. One of the Thai teachers said innocently, ‘Oh! You must be a half-breed!” I don’t remember what I said, but certainly nothing to hurt her. She spoke very little English, and I was sure she hadn’t meant this as a slur.
My encounter this evening? The Oto tribe has never been one of the flashier, publicized tribes. The Oto is much smaller than the Omaha tribe, and has been since diseases and famines swept across the nation. The Otoes resisted attempts to unite with other tribes, but finally joined with the Missouria. It had also been a larger, more powerful tribe, but numbers had simply decreased over the years.
My grandmother married an Irish merchant in Oklahoma. Her son, my father, was a handsome wild Oto. Like the strong hero in my last book – Thunder Hawk in Rescuing the Indian’s Bride -- it’s difficult to imagine a person ever calling him anything insulting.
American Indian women, though, were slandered to their faces by being sneered at as ‘squaws.’ Like most racist slurs, the word stood for many other things. Why should I feel slandered at being called ‘half-breed’ when I share the title with the great Dr. Susan Laflesch!
First women Native American medial college graduates
I hope you’ve forgiven me for my very late Sweethearts of the West blog post. I’d counted on internet in airports to send you my latest article; but as I learned, since the pandemic, airports simply don’t have that service. I spent hours waiting in airports, but without internet (or food or water).
I’m finally in my new apartment, but there's no phone or internet, so sending you this from the city library! I enjoyed looking at Dr. LaFlesch Picotte's statue. It's very popular, with many people stopping and looking carefully. Gardeners have planted sturdy Plains flowers and greenery as part of the arrangement.
Here's an article you might enjoy: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Susan_La_Flesche_Picotte
I’ll be on time in the future! Thank you again for your loyalty to me and to our great blog, Sweethearts of the West.
Wednesday, October 13, 2021
The Haunted Fort Worth Stockyards by Bea Tifton
Sorry for the repost, but this week is moving week. Bad movers, lots of car trips with loose stuff, and no sleep! 'Tis the season to be scary, so enjoy.
The Stockyards actually have a branch of the Trinity River flowing under Exchange, the main street. Many people believe that water holds spiritual activity and heightens paranormal activity.
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windows at dawn. One early morning, the paranormal team from the Stockyards found two handprints on the inside of the door.
Riscky's Steakhouse is a popular restaurant in the Stockyards. A brothel was above this popular restaurant. This was a high class brothel that was more expensive than usual. The last member of theRiscky family is very embarrassed about the brothel and won’t let people go up there. She threw everything away--but a red rocker once owned by the madame mysteriously reappeared in the building.The bells that signaled the men that their time was up are still there and working. The windows where the women would stand to attract customers have been covered up because people kept seeing apparitions of working women standing and posing in them.
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| www.fortworthstockyards.org |
If you're ever in Fort Worth, Texas, you should really take the Haunted Stockyards Tour with the Cowtown Winery. I enjoyed it tremendously and the local history was fascinating.
Do you believe in ghosts? Leave a comment below.
Monday, October 4, 2021
FORT KEARNEY By Cheri Kay Clifton
Writing about the historical Old West is in my blood! Why? Because I was born near the Oregon Trail in Kearney, Nebraska.
As a young girl, I became interested in the history of nearby Fort Kearny after which my hometown was named and equally fascinated to read about the soldiers, pioneers, and Native Americans who helped create the history of America's growth westward.
Fort Kearny was founded in 1848 along the
Platte River and named after then Colonel and later General Stephen W.
Kearny. As an interesting side note, the "e" was added to
Kearny by postmen who consistently misspelled the town's name. Also
one should not confuse Fort Kearny with the historic Fort Phil Kearny located
in Wyoming and named after Kearny's nephew, Maj. Gen. Philip Kearny.
General Stephen W. Kearny
Despite its lack of fortifications, Ft. Kearny served as a way station, sentinel post, supply depot and message center for 49ers bound for California and emigrants traveling to California, Oregon and the Pacific Northwest. Numbering in the hundreds of thousands, those brave pioneers crossed the continent searching for economic opportunity, and who associated land ownership and farming with freedom.
Throughout most of its 23-year history, the outpost consisted
mostly of wooden buildings surrounding a central parade ground without
fortified walls. Throughout the decades of its use until the
completion of the transcontinental railroad, the buildings became slightly more
permanent, changing from adobe and sod structures to the wooden frame
buildings.
As the first U.S. Army post on the Oregon Trail, it grew rapidly into an important trail stop. The fort accumulated large stores of goods for travelers, with the directive of selling them at beneficial cost to the emigrants. The commander of the fort was authorized to sell goods at cost to emigrants, and in cases of hardship, to give goods to them for free. In 1850, the fort acquired regular once-a-month mail service with the arrival of a stagecoach route between Independence, Missouri and Salt Lake City. It was the first regular mail service established along the trail. By the 1860's the fort became a significant freighting station and home station of the Pony Express.
Although it was in the heart of lands inhabited by Native
Americans, and was near the center of hostile action in the 1860's, no direct
attack was ever made on the fort. However, in the summer of 1864,
the irritation of the Native Americans at the encroachment by white settlers
culminated in violent attacks on wagon trains along the Platte and the Little
Blue River. During this time, soldiers from Fort Kearny began
escorting wagon trains and the fort became a center for refugees fleeing from
attacks.
The construction of the Union Pacific Railroad
across Nebraska starting in 1867 largely marked the end of the need for a fort
to protect and supply wagon train emigrants. Following the completion of
the transcontinental railroad in 1869, the U.S. Army issued an order for
abandonment of the post in May, 1871.
Fort Kearny State Historical Park
In 1960, Nebraska designated the land where the outpost once stood as Fort Kearny State Historical Park. Archeological exploration has located the building sites that are now marked with interpretive signs. Replicas of the palisade and blacksmith shop were built. An interpretive center presents audio-visual programs and museum displays. The park's 40 acres also acts as a recreational area, providing hiking trails, camping, picnicking and boating.
Fort Kearny played a vital role in the settlement of the American West. I feel fortunate to have spent part of my childhood living nearby and thus, developing a love for our western heritage and more importantly a love of writing about it.





















