Hi there,
Today is the 24th of March and this month is almost gone. Time is zooming by as the months and years rotate in their appointed paths. Sooner than we can imagine, we will be the people being researched for school essays. Maybe not you nor I personally, but our time and place in history.
Spring break is over and classes resume today. I worked very hard all last week on the # 2 essay for English class. I do believe it is ready for Wednesdays class. The work I did last week was getting the reference material in order for an annotated biographical page. The whole process of learning about writing is very interesting and I know it will be a valuable tool that I will use through out the rest of my life.
The next thing is an essay on persuasion. We have to introduce a clear thesis that can support three arguments. and come up with an effective conclusion. It also needs to incorporate the subject of our fourth and finial essay; the reason for all of the research and writing and worrying that I've done this semester. Each paper we do is getting us closer to the finished product for this class. It's really kind of neat to see things working themselves together into one cohesive work. I've begun to think about the plaques that I need to write text for, which is what I am working towards for the completion of my essay. I think I have plenty of research material now, I just have to figure out the best way to take what I have and what I've learned about the time period, the people and the city of Wichita to write a good paper and complete the assignment.
It's almost time for me got get to my Spanish class, and I still have to get my shoes and socks on. Isn't it funny, as in "hum," that we always say shoes first and then socks, when we have to put on the socks before the shoes? Is there a lessen in that phrase somewhere?
Hope all of you had a wonderful Spring break and are ready, maybe even excited about getting back to class. That's all I have for this time,
Cheri
Monday, March 24, 2014
Monday, March 17, 2014
Hey There Bloggers,
It's been a while since I added to my blog. Seems as though there are so many things to do, and I have real trouble getting the things done that I have to do; and never seem to find time to do the things I want to do. I'd bet I'm not alone in this view of life! There were a few days that I wanted to blog, but didn't have any good material to blog about then; Oh happy day, I checked out a book from the base library titled: KANSAS The History of The Sunflower State, 1854-2000. p.114,115,116. I haven't read it from cover to cover of course, but in browsing through it's pages I spotted an important name from Wichita's history. It was James Mead. In the couple of pages that I've inspected thus far it gives me some information that I need for my essay. The question is: How did James Mead treat the Indians, especially the Wichita's? What kind of relationship did they have? Had found some info. on that already from other resources. What I found in this book was that a man named General Winfield Scott Hancock of Gettysburg fame was given orders by William Sherman to go and and threaten the Indians that if they wanted war, they could have it. If they didn't want war they had better stops their "threats and insolence." The Indians had smoked the peace pipe with some military officers and other government men, saying that they hadn't harmed the white settlers and didn't want to harm anyone, but the buffalo were being killed out at an alarming rate and if that continued they would soon go hungry. They asked that the solders not fire on their young men. Hancock burned a Cheyenne-sioux camp and a confrontation took place with Hancock, Custer, and James Hickok, " Wild Bill Hickok,"along with other men ensued with the Indians on the other side, each group in a single row one facing the other. On the other side; Chief Roman Nose, ( he was known as the Pawnee Killer), leaders of the Sioux and Cheyenne who were dressed in all of their headdresses, feathers, paint etc. I'm not quite clear on what happened, but the Indians eventually just walked off. I found that rather interesting. People like Samuel Crawford, the Governor of Kansas from 1865-1868, didn't like the Indians at all and wanted to see them moved off their land by force.
Here comes the James Mead part; the book states and I quote; "A contrasting view was held by James Mead. Mr. Mead came to Kansas from Iowa to start up a trading business with the Indians," which we know from reading not only his personal letters but also from other sources of history, that he had a very successful trading and hunting business with the Indians. Mead and Mr Crawford and some other folk thought that those who disliked the Indians exaggerated the danger that the Indians posed. Mead recorded 1867 that "when the Indians were said to be on the warpath, he traveled over the Plains as usual, unmolested. Mead also wrote in 1910 during the Civil War that; "in the first five or six years after the Indians had left, and the country was open for settlement, I have a record of some twenty men who came to a sudden and violent death. Most of these were no special loss to the country." I believe he was saying that more white people killed other white people than had the Indians when they were there."
Mr. Mead studied the Indians and their way of life. He collected articles of clothing and their "jewelry/ adornments" and keep notebooks full of pictographs of things he saw on his travels. Wonder if Mr. Mead's notebooks have survived the years and are out there somewhere. hum... There is one unrelated thing that I want to tell you about. In one of the paragraphs above I mentioned Chief Roman Nose. That caught my attention because of a State Park In Oklahoma not farm from my dad's farm that is named Roman Nose State Park and has a big stone image of an Indian's head which I figure is to represent Chief Roman Nose. We went swimming there in a swimming pool that was filled with water from an underground spring, and it was COLD! There wasn't a diving board, but you could dive off of a cliff of natural rock, if you were brave. We had picnics there under the trees and rode paddle boats on the lake. It's a beautiful place, but this is the first time that I've read the name of this chief other than in reference to the park; pretty cool stuff!
That's my story for tonight, so let's call it a wrap.
Cheri
It's been a while since I added to my blog. Seems as though there are so many things to do, and I have real trouble getting the things done that I have to do; and never seem to find time to do the things I want to do. I'd bet I'm not alone in this view of life! There were a few days that I wanted to blog, but didn't have any good material to blog about then; Oh happy day, I checked out a book from the base library titled: KANSAS The History of The Sunflower State, 1854-2000. p.114,115,116. I haven't read it from cover to cover of course, but in browsing through it's pages I spotted an important name from Wichita's history. It was James Mead. In the couple of pages that I've inspected thus far it gives me some information that I need for my essay. The question is: How did James Mead treat the Indians, especially the Wichita's? What kind of relationship did they have? Had found some info. on that already from other resources. What I found in this book was that a man named General Winfield Scott Hancock of Gettysburg fame was given orders by William Sherman to go and and threaten the Indians that if they wanted war, they could have it. If they didn't want war they had better stops their "threats and insolence." The Indians had smoked the peace pipe with some military officers and other government men, saying that they hadn't harmed the white settlers and didn't want to harm anyone, but the buffalo were being killed out at an alarming rate and if that continued they would soon go hungry. They asked that the solders not fire on their young men. Hancock burned a Cheyenne-sioux camp and a confrontation took place with Hancock, Custer, and James Hickok, " Wild Bill Hickok,"along with other men ensued with the Indians on the other side, each group in a single row one facing the other. On the other side; Chief Roman Nose, ( he was known as the Pawnee Killer), leaders of the Sioux and Cheyenne who were dressed in all of their headdresses, feathers, paint etc. I'm not quite clear on what happened, but the Indians eventually just walked off. I found that rather interesting. People like Samuel Crawford, the Governor of Kansas from 1865-1868, didn't like the Indians at all and wanted to see them moved off their land by force.
Here comes the James Mead part; the book states and I quote; "A contrasting view was held by James Mead. Mr. Mead came to Kansas from Iowa to start up a trading business with the Indians," which we know from reading not only his personal letters but also from other sources of history, that he had a very successful trading and hunting business with the Indians. Mead and Mr Crawford and some other folk thought that those who disliked the Indians exaggerated the danger that the Indians posed. Mead recorded 1867 that "when the Indians were said to be on the warpath, he traveled over the Plains as usual, unmolested. Mead also wrote in 1910 during the Civil War that; "in the first five or six years after the Indians had left, and the country was open for settlement, I have a record of some twenty men who came to a sudden and violent death. Most of these were no special loss to the country." I believe he was saying that more white people killed other white people than had the Indians when they were there."
Mr. Mead studied the Indians and their way of life. He collected articles of clothing and their "jewelry/ adornments" and keep notebooks full of pictographs of things he saw on his travels. Wonder if Mr. Mead's notebooks have survived the years and are out there somewhere. hum... There is one unrelated thing that I want to tell you about. In one of the paragraphs above I mentioned Chief Roman Nose. That caught my attention because of a State Park In Oklahoma not farm from my dad's farm that is named Roman Nose State Park and has a big stone image of an Indian's head which I figure is to represent Chief Roman Nose. We went swimming there in a swimming pool that was filled with water from an underground spring, and it was COLD! There wasn't a diving board, but you could dive off of a cliff of natural rock, if you were brave. We had picnics there under the trees and rode paddle boats on the lake. It's a beautiful place, but this is the first time that I've read the name of this chief other than in reference to the park; pretty cool stuff!
That's my story for tonight, so let's call it a wrap.
Cheri
Monday, March 10, 2014
Good Evening Blogging Friends,
It was such a beautiful day in Kansas today. The thermometer display in my car read 81dgs. this afternoon, and I believe it. Tomorrow isn't going to be as nice, but still in the fifties. That will be okay, at least it isn't freezing. I checked out a book from the library at McConnell today that has an article about the Wichita Indians. It isn't very long, but it has some info that I haven't ran across until now. Before I get to the new stuff, I can't help but be amazed at all of the different ways given to identify the Wichita Indians and what the names mean. I don't have them all before me right this minute, but I will get them together and make a list of the variety. In this article which is from a book titled: The Encyclopedia of North American Indians, Published in 1997 by Marshall Cavendish Corporation. Summary: A comprehensive reference work on the culture and history of Native Americans ISBN 0-7614-0237-3 (vol. 10), this article says that the name Wichita is a Muskogean word spelled wia-shitch, and is said to mean thatched houses or arbors. That's close to one or two of the other articles that I've read. It also says that the Wichita called themselves Kitkit'sh. I've seen that name before too. It is thought to have to do with the tattooing around the eyes and bodies of the Indians.
The Wichita's were thought to have moved to the areas of Kansas, Oklahoma and Texas from the South. Perhaps from Missouri because they were pressured by the Osage and Kaw tribes to get of their reservation. The Wichita's were very good hunters and farmers and when they killed a buffalo, nothing went to waste. In their fields they grew corn, pumpkins, beans and tobacco. After finely chopping up the tobacco leaves, the Wichita's would put into little leather bags and trade it to the Comanche's. The Wichita's were very good at trading goods for other things that they needed.
One of the more interesting things was about a Spanish conquistador named Diego Dionsio de Penalosa who fought the Wichita's in 1662 and won. After this battle is when the Indians left the Little Arkansas and moved to Oklahoma. Later on, the French and Wichita Indians had a pretty good trading business going on. The French wanted buffalo robes and other furs and the Wichita's received tools and crops.When the Wichita's were pushed into Oklahoma territory, the French and Indians continued to trade, but eventually the French lost most of the land they had owned and were defeated in the French and Indian Wars. The Wichita's became friendly with the Comanches and they began trading with each other. The Wichita's traded what they had left of their crops to the Comanches for horses, mules and buffalo robs.
Guess what? I think this blog will be my first cliff hanger blog. I'm getting to tired to continue for tonight and I don't want to totally mess up history, so lets all get some sleep. I'll try to finish up about this book and the article tomorrow.
Cheri
It was such a beautiful day in Kansas today. The thermometer display in my car read 81dgs. this afternoon, and I believe it. Tomorrow isn't going to be as nice, but still in the fifties. That will be okay, at least it isn't freezing. I checked out a book from the library at McConnell today that has an article about the Wichita Indians. It isn't very long, but it has some info that I haven't ran across until now. Before I get to the new stuff, I can't help but be amazed at all of the different ways given to identify the Wichita Indians and what the names mean. I don't have them all before me right this minute, but I will get them together and make a list of the variety. In this article which is from a book titled: The Encyclopedia of North American Indians, Published in 1997 by Marshall Cavendish Corporation. Summary: A comprehensive reference work on the culture and history of Native Americans ISBN 0-7614-0237-3 (vol. 10), this article says that the name Wichita is a Muskogean word spelled wia-shitch, and is said to mean thatched houses or arbors. That's close to one or two of the other articles that I've read. It also says that the Wichita called themselves Kitkit'sh. I've seen that name before too. It is thought to have to do with the tattooing around the eyes and bodies of the Indians.
The Wichita's were thought to have moved to the areas of Kansas, Oklahoma and Texas from the South. Perhaps from Missouri because they were pressured by the Osage and Kaw tribes to get of their reservation. The Wichita's were very good hunters and farmers and when they killed a buffalo, nothing went to waste. In their fields they grew corn, pumpkins, beans and tobacco. After finely chopping up the tobacco leaves, the Wichita's would put into little leather bags and trade it to the Comanche's. The Wichita's were very good at trading goods for other things that they needed.
One of the more interesting things was about a Spanish conquistador named Diego Dionsio de Penalosa who fought the Wichita's in 1662 and won. After this battle is when the Indians left the Little Arkansas and moved to Oklahoma. Later on, the French and Wichita Indians had a pretty good trading business going on. The French wanted buffalo robes and other furs and the Wichita's received tools and crops.When the Wichita's were pushed into Oklahoma territory, the French and Indians continued to trade, but eventually the French lost most of the land they had owned and were defeated in the French and Indian Wars. The Wichita's became friendly with the Comanches and they began trading with each other. The Wichita's traded what they had left of their crops to the Comanches for horses, mules and buffalo robs.
Guess what? I think this blog will be my first cliff hanger blog. I'm getting to tired to continue for tonight and I don't want to totally mess up history, so lets all get some sleep. I'll try to finish up about this book and the article tomorrow.
Cheri
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Hello,
It's time for another "blogging." Sorry, that one was to hard to resist. Today is March 9, 2014, and I am so looking forward to Spring and warmer temperatures coming to this lovely sunflower state of Kansas.
Tonight's blog will be short; due to the fact that I haven't anything concrete to write about on the subject of my essay. That being said, however, I have located some wonderful resource books at my local public library, The Derby Library. I paid said library a visit on Saturday afternoon, actually it was late afternoon and just about the time I located the books that will be useful in my essay, the voice on the intercom announced that the library was closing. I have plans to go back and feast on a couple of neat old books. One is of old newspaper articles and the other one is about Kansas history. As I quickly looked them over on Saturday, I found a biography on James R. Mead. I am so excited and can hardly wait to get back to the library and read it from the beginning to the last period.
Another new development is that my Prof. mentioned to me that it might be helpful to create a timeline of the people and places that I've been researching. I think that was a capital idea and will be starting on that right away. I know I've said it before, but I do enjoy researching history about the frontier days and the pioneers. I've always had a fascination about who these people were and what their lives were like. I know they were hard times; very hard times, but it was also a less cluttered time. A time when people had time to talk to each other without a cell phone going off. It's so irritating to have dinner with someone who is more interested in what's being posted on Facebook than what the person right next to them is saying. The children, for the most part, obeyed their parents and Biblical morality was the code that was excepted as proper. Nothing was wasted and all that one had came from working hard and saving the money to buy it. Not to much credit went on then, although having a tab at the local mercantile wasn't unheard of, not to mention the local saloon.
Horses got pretty good M.P.G., until they decided to put them under the hood of a motorized buggy and then the M.P.G. took a dive. People weren't obese and you probably didn't have to worry much about what you were going to have for supper, because you had the same thing every night, if you had anything for supper that is.
I think about my grandparents on my mom's side, they had a bowl of oatmeal and pancakes for breakfast every single day, year after year. No sausage or ham, no bacon and no eggs, just oatmeal and pancakes and easy on the syrup. I can remember my mom's uncle say that if you had butter on your bread, you didn't need jelly; and if you had jelly, you didn't need butter. To put both on the same piece of bread was considered wasteful.
Well, so much for my recollections for one night, I think I will consider this post finished. Today was the first day of daylight savings time and everyone is tired, of course we're always tired, but even more so today when we've had to move one whole hour of beautiful sleep to the end of the "time-line" until we grab it back next fall. Good night; Good night, until it be marrow, or something like that!
Cheri
It's time for another "blogging." Sorry, that one was to hard to resist. Today is March 9, 2014, and I am so looking forward to Spring and warmer temperatures coming to this lovely sunflower state of Kansas.
Tonight's blog will be short; due to the fact that I haven't anything concrete to write about on the subject of my essay. That being said, however, I have located some wonderful resource books at my local public library, The Derby Library. I paid said library a visit on Saturday afternoon, actually it was late afternoon and just about the time I located the books that will be useful in my essay, the voice on the intercom announced that the library was closing. I have plans to go back and feast on a couple of neat old books. One is of old newspaper articles and the other one is about Kansas history. As I quickly looked them over on Saturday, I found a biography on James R. Mead. I am so excited and can hardly wait to get back to the library and read it from the beginning to the last period.
Another new development is that my Prof. mentioned to me that it might be helpful to create a timeline of the people and places that I've been researching. I think that was a capital idea and will be starting on that right away. I know I've said it before, but I do enjoy researching history about the frontier days and the pioneers. I've always had a fascination about who these people were and what their lives were like. I know they were hard times; very hard times, but it was also a less cluttered time. A time when people had time to talk to each other without a cell phone going off. It's so irritating to have dinner with someone who is more interested in what's being posted on Facebook than what the person right next to them is saying. The children, for the most part, obeyed their parents and Biblical morality was the code that was excepted as proper. Nothing was wasted and all that one had came from working hard and saving the money to buy it. Not to much credit went on then, although having a tab at the local mercantile wasn't unheard of, not to mention the local saloon.
Horses got pretty good M.P.G., until they decided to put them under the hood of a motorized buggy and then the M.P.G. took a dive. People weren't obese and you probably didn't have to worry much about what you were going to have for supper, because you had the same thing every night, if you had anything for supper that is.
I think about my grandparents on my mom's side, they had a bowl of oatmeal and pancakes for breakfast every single day, year after year. No sausage or ham, no bacon and no eggs, just oatmeal and pancakes and easy on the syrup. I can remember my mom's uncle say that if you had butter on your bread, you didn't need jelly; and if you had jelly, you didn't need butter. To put both on the same piece of bread was considered wasteful.
Well, so much for my recollections for one night, I think I will consider this post finished. Today was the first day of daylight savings time and everyone is tired, of course we're always tired, but even more so today when we've had to move one whole hour of beautiful sleep to the end of the "time-line" until we grab it back next fall. Good night; Good night, until it be marrow, or something like that!
Cheri
Monday, March 3, 2014
Hey there bloggers,
It's been a while since I've posted on my blog. So much happened in February; first I fell and hit the right side of my face on a very hard floor and was bruised, swelled up and had my back all out of wack. It's always out of wack, but the fall made it worse than usual. Then I had a car wreck on the 15th. and my sweet car that I really liked a lot was totaled. My brother who lives in Oklahoma came up to save the day, and helped me get a new car. It's a pretty pearl white 2012 Ford Focus. Never in a million years would I have thought I'd have a white car. It's so white, pearly white; (which means it has a luster to it rather than a dull, flat white), that I'm tickled pink!. Then the granddaughter on one of my best friends took her own life. Only 33 years old and had just graduated from nursing school last Spring. My friend is so broken hearted, it just breaks my heart too; I feel so bad for her. Then with all of the stress and turmoil going on, I started having second thoughts about doing this blog, even though I have loved digging for information and writing to you about the things I've seen and read. I questioned if I should be doing this assignment option at all, but with a few words of encouragement from my professor, I'm back on track, at least I think I am.
Well, that's my story, and not having blogged for several day's may have messed up the requirements for the extra credit that I was hoping to get just in case I really bomb the essay. So regardless of what happens at the end of the semester, I want to continue blogging and probably boring you with my findings.
Speaking of findings, I found something that I can't wait to share tonight. It's a poem titled,"The Kansas Emigrants," written by John Greenleaf Whittier. It was turned into a song by singing it to the lyrics of, "Auld Lang Syne." This is so neat, love it when I find music from the 1800's! Give it a try, I did!!
We cross the prairie as of old
The Pilgrims crossed the sea,
To make the West, as they the East,
The homestead of the free!
We go to rear a wall of men
On Freedom's Southern line,
And plant beside the cotton-tree
The rugged Northern Pine!
Upbearing, like the Ark of old,
The Bible in our van,
We go to test the truth of God
Against the fraud of man.
We'll tread the prairie as of old
Our Fathers sailed the sea,
And make the West, as they the East,
The homestead of the free!
This little tune was sang in the days preceding the Civil war, around the time that the Kansas-Nebraska Act was made law. Nebraska was supposed to be a free-state where slavery was not allowed and Kansas was to be a slave state. Someone in the legislature got a bill passed that would allow the settlers to decide if their state would be free or slave; I will go back tomorrow and get the names and dates that I have left out tonight, I get so excited reading, I forget to take notes. Well anyway, It came down to the fact that who ever could populate the state of Kansas with the most people would win in the election that was to be held. Well...the folks from Missouri felt that because they planned on moving into Kansas, and because they were so close to the Missouri-Kansas line, that they could cross over and vote. So the first election in Kansas was held in 1855, but the number of actual settlers living in Kansas and the number of ballots cast was vastly different, the election was considered a fraud and the name "Bogus Legislature," was coined.
The first big influx of settlers into Kansas wasn't so much because of the rich farm land, as it was political.
I read some about John Brown; of course I'd heard about him, but I needed to have my memory refreshed a bit. He was more than a little overboard in his anti-slavery stance. I can understand why they called it "Bleeding Kansas," it was hemorrhaging with the blood of pioneers. I read a piece that said the Civil War actually started in Kansas. I will go back and get the name of the town that was mentioned, I've never heard of it and the article said than not many have heard of it. What an awful time in our state and in our country. Well guess that's a wrap for tonight, I'm glad to be back.
Cheri
PS: I was reading this information on the Kansas Library web sight under the heading of Kansas History, Territory.
It's been a while since I've posted on my blog. So much happened in February; first I fell and hit the right side of my face on a very hard floor and was bruised, swelled up and had my back all out of wack. It's always out of wack, but the fall made it worse than usual. Then I had a car wreck on the 15th. and my sweet car that I really liked a lot was totaled. My brother who lives in Oklahoma came up to save the day, and helped me get a new car. It's a pretty pearl white 2012 Ford Focus. Never in a million years would I have thought I'd have a white car. It's so white, pearly white; (which means it has a luster to it rather than a dull, flat white), that I'm tickled pink!. Then the granddaughter on one of my best friends took her own life. Only 33 years old and had just graduated from nursing school last Spring. My friend is so broken hearted, it just breaks my heart too; I feel so bad for her. Then with all of the stress and turmoil going on, I started having second thoughts about doing this blog, even though I have loved digging for information and writing to you about the things I've seen and read. I questioned if I should be doing this assignment option at all, but with a few words of encouragement from my professor, I'm back on track, at least I think I am.
Well, that's my story, and not having blogged for several day's may have messed up the requirements for the extra credit that I was hoping to get just in case I really bomb the essay. So regardless of what happens at the end of the semester, I want to continue blogging and probably boring you with my findings.
Speaking of findings, I found something that I can't wait to share tonight. It's a poem titled,"The Kansas Emigrants," written by John Greenleaf Whittier. It was turned into a song by singing it to the lyrics of, "Auld Lang Syne." This is so neat, love it when I find music from the 1800's! Give it a try, I did!!
We cross the prairie as of old
The Pilgrims crossed the sea,
To make the West, as they the East,
The homestead of the free!
We go to rear a wall of men
On Freedom's Southern line,
And plant beside the cotton-tree
The rugged Northern Pine!
Upbearing, like the Ark of old,
The Bible in our van,
We go to test the truth of God
Against the fraud of man.
We'll tread the prairie as of old
Our Fathers sailed the sea,
And make the West, as they the East,
The homestead of the free!
This little tune was sang in the days preceding the Civil war, around the time that the Kansas-Nebraska Act was made law. Nebraska was supposed to be a free-state where slavery was not allowed and Kansas was to be a slave state. Someone in the legislature got a bill passed that would allow the settlers to decide if their state would be free or slave; I will go back tomorrow and get the names and dates that I have left out tonight, I get so excited reading, I forget to take notes. Well anyway, It came down to the fact that who ever could populate the state of Kansas with the most people would win in the election that was to be held. Well...the folks from Missouri felt that because they planned on moving into Kansas, and because they were so close to the Missouri-Kansas line, that they could cross over and vote. So the first election in Kansas was held in 1855, but the number of actual settlers living in Kansas and the number of ballots cast was vastly different, the election was considered a fraud and the name "Bogus Legislature," was coined.
The first big influx of settlers into Kansas wasn't so much because of the rich farm land, as it was political.
I read some about John Brown; of course I'd heard about him, but I needed to have my memory refreshed a bit. He was more than a little overboard in his anti-slavery stance. I can understand why they called it "Bleeding Kansas," it was hemorrhaging with the blood of pioneers. I read a piece that said the Civil War actually started in Kansas. I will go back and get the name of the town that was mentioned, I've never heard of it and the article said than not many have heard of it. What an awful time in our state and in our country. Well guess that's a wrap for tonight, I'm glad to be back.
Cheri
PS: I was reading this information on the Kansas Library web sight under the heading of Kansas History, Territory.
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