Choctaw Indian

[sistersarah]

I have been desperately searching for someone who can enlighten me with regards to my ancestoral tribe....all my relatives from the Choctaw Nation are dead and there is little (truly) useful info out there...any takers???
Thank you----Sister Sarah

[Senbecc]

sistersarah said:

I have been desperately searching for someone who can enlighten me with regards to my ancestoral tribe....all my relatives from the Choctaw Nation are dead and there is little (truly) useful info out there...any takers???
Thank you----Sister Sarah

I'm on it! Hopefully we will be able to uncover what has hidden it's self through the mists of time and use the information found to further everyones understandings of spirit.

[sistersarah]

Thanks!!! It's been quite daunting...and I've been plugging at it since Mom died 7 years ago!!!

[Senbecc]

sistersarah said:

Thanks!!! It's been quite daunting...and I've been plugging at it since Mom died 7 years ago!!!

I'm sorry to hear that. I will begin a study, I'm looking into it right now, though my first site is a bust I think. I never give up though.

[Senbecc]

heres you something!

The Choctaw Indian Nation, a Muskogean tribe also known as Chakchiuma, or Chatot, traces its roots to the Mississippi Valley and some parts of Alabama.

The Choctaw Indians' origin Myth is a fascinating one: The tribe had been travelling through rough terrain and dense forest for months, carrying the numerous bones of their dead; this task had taken its toll on the living, who grew more fatigued with each passing day of their seemingly unending journey.

It is then that they came upon a creek, which the Chief decided they would use as their encampment for the winter.

When the warmer climes came, the tribe was healthy from rest and an abundance of food from the surrounding area, so they decided to make the creek their permanent home.

Overlooking the creek was a steep hill with an indent in one side, which the Choctaw named "Nunih Waya", meaning: "Productive Mound". Nunih Waya is also often referred to as "The Mother Mound"; from this, the Choctaw encampment got the name "Nanih Waya".

The Choctaw were a Matriarchal society, which explains why they liken abundance from nature to a mother's care.

The Choctaw, along with five other southern tribes were moved to Oklahoma following the treaty of Dancing Rabbit Creek in 1830. Many Choctaw died from disease, famine and attacks from white men and hostile Indians including the Comanche, during this transition, which came to be known as the "Trail of Tears".

Those who adjusted to the relocation were soon assimilated by religious missionaries sent to Oklahoma in an effort to "civilize" the Natives. The missionaries stressed the importance of education in the goal of establishing a better rapport with the white man.

The Choctaw sided with the Confederates during the Civil war of 1860, an alliance which prompted the Choctaw to become the first US Indian tribe to adopt a flag of their own; the flag, carried by the Choctaw Confederate Soldiers, features a circle surrounding a calumet, and a bow with three arrows symbolizing the three Choctaw Sub-Nations.

www.choctawindian.com/



also see:

www.choctawindian.com/greene/choctaw_language.htm

It seems to me that a study of language also becomes important when looking into ones roots.

[moonwind333]

Here is a link to the Mississippi Choctaw tribe which is the reservation closest to me. This should give you some insights and contacts.


www.choctaw.org/introduction.htm

[raeven]

Hello SisterSara

I dont know if this helps any but while I am not choctaw the town I live in is right in the middle of the Choctaw Nation. Maybe I can help you out? What is it you need to know?

[Senbecc]

raeven said:

Hello SisterSara

I dont know if this helps any but while I am not choctaw the town I live in is right in the middle of the Choctaw Nation. Maybe I can help you out? What is it you need to know?

Do you know any of the Chaktaw's lore or legends? I'd be interested in that as well!

[Senbecc]

THE TALE OF THE WIND HORSE [/u][/i]

At the time when day and night were still deciding who comes first, there lived a Horse that will never be seen again. The Horse was not one that would become as the dying buffalo, for this Horse had no enemies. The reason that this Horse would not be seen again was because of love.

It is a story that begins this way.

The Horse, who was called Wind Horse, was the fastest and gentlest of all the Indian ponies. He felt no fear, there was not one that would harm him. If there was an Indian wounded or that needed a ride, Wind Horse was there to care and to carry the Indian. Because of the kindness of Wind Horse, there is no more.

One day, as Wind Horse was feeling the good feeling from being free, he heard a cry for help. He ran to the edge of the forest and saw an Indian child Boy caught in a trap meant for Bear. The boy's foot was cut off and the Boy could not move. Wind Horse went to the side of the Boy and as the Boy leaned against him, he bent to let the Boy get on his back.

The Boy, who had no name, could not believe that this beautiful Horse would come to him as a friend. All his life he had lived alone, for with his bad leg no one wanted him. As he rode the wind on the horse, he could feel the good feeling that Wind Horse felt. It was as if he were whole and that he was with family.

Wind Horse knew that the wound that the Boy had was one that could not be fixed or healed. He was taking the Boy to the place of the Indian Hunting Ground. This place was where all were made whole and had no fear or need. Wind Horse felt sadness that one as young as this Boy had to go to the Ground but he knew that it would be for the best.

As they traveled, the Boy noticed that the trail was always changing. First it was as it was when the Boy had been hurt, then it was as it was when he had been happy. Then it was the time when he had not been born. Soon he saw things that he did not recognize. The Boy became more close to Wind Horse, for he began to fear.

Wind Horse had seen the times and had seen the Boy and his life. He had felt the feelings of the Boy. Wind Horse knew that if he continued this ride, he would not be free any more. For the feelings that the Boy felt were now becoming the feelings of Wind Horse. For Wind Horse was the last of his race, the race of Horses that would feel the feelings of the rider.

Should the rider remain on the Horse of Wind, he would share the fate of the rider, for then a bond would be made that would not and could not be broken. Wind Horse knew of this bond, and as a result, always put off the rider before any bond was made. This time, Wind Horse knew this would be his last rider.

As they traveled, the Boy began to talk to Wind Horse and Wind Horse listened. He listened to the hopes of the Boy that someday he would run with the leaves that blew across the ground. He listened as the Boy wished for someone to care and love the Boy who had the bad leg. As Wind Horse listened, he began to feel the love for the Boy that the Boy had wanted to give a friend.

"Yes," Wind Horse thought, "This is my last ride for I have found one that needs the feelings that I can give. Since I am the last of my race, I will spend the rest of my time with the one that can and will give the feelings that I need."

Wind Horse turned his head and nuzzled the Boy's head. He began to slow, for the end of the journey was near. The Boy looked up and saw the home of those who had gone before. He realized that his journey was the last one he would ever make. He began to feel fear. But as the Horse stopped to let the Boy down, the Boy realized that he had two good legs and that all his wounds, hunger, need, and hurt were gone. The Horse made no move to leave and the Boy knew that the Horse had also made his last journey.

Wind Horse had never brought his riders to the Hunting Ground, so he was not familiar with the place. He had a new world to explore and he had a friend to explore it with. As Wind Horse and the Boy walked into their new world, the Indian People felt a great sadness. Even though the People could not know what was happening, the feeling of great loss and unhappiness was all around. Wind Horse could hear their cries of despair, but he knew that with the passing of many suns and moons, they would soon forget him and his race.

Wind Horse had made his last journey. He would miss all his travels and the friends that he had made and helped along the way. He prayed to the Great Spirit to send a reminder to the Indian People of the friendship that he and the Indian People had shared. And with Wind Horse's prayer, the Horse was given to the Indian People as friends.

www.indianlegend.com/choctaw/choctaw_002.htm

[Senbecc]

THE REDBIRD [/u][/i]

Once, when time was not quite old enough to be counted, there lived a beautiful Indian maiden. This was a special maiden. She could do all the work that needed to be done to keep her lodge in order and to satisfy her mate. But this maiden did not have what she longed for - her mate. As she sat under the large tree one day, she heard the Redbird.

"Redbird, is it so strange for me to wish to have someone to care for, who will care for me?", asked the maiden. "If it is not so strange, why have I not found that one meant for me?"

The redbird had no answer for the Indian maiden, but he sat and listened to her because he could hear the lonely in her voice. Every morning for the passing of seven suns, the Redbird came and listened to the maiden's story. As each day passed, the loneliness felt by the maiden began to fill the Redbird.

One day in the Redbird's far travels, he came to a handsome Indian brave. The brave saw the Redbird and called to him. As he began to talk, the Redbird felt the loneliness in his voice that the maiden had shown. Soon the Redbird began to see that these two lonely people had the same wish, to find another who would love and care for them as they would care for their mate.

On the fifth day of listening to the brave, the Redbird became as a bird that is sick. The brave became concerned, for the Redbird had become his friend. As the brave walked toward him, the Redbird began hopping, leading the brave to the lodge of the Indian maiden. Because the brave was wanting to see if the Redbird was all right, he did not notice that he was going from his home. The Redbird saw the Indian maiden sitting outside of her lodge and when he came very close to her (to where the brave would see the Indian maiden) he flew away. The brave saw the Indian maiden and realized that he had wandered far from his home. He went to the Indian maiden to ask where he was.

The Redbird sat in the tree and watched the brave and the maiden. At first the brave was shy and the maiden would not talk, but soon they were talking and laughing like old friends.

Redbird saw this and thought that it was good. He had done as he could and now it was up to the brave and maiden. As Redbird flew to his home he thought of how Great Spirit had known that someday the two would find each other. Now it was good, thought Redbird, that maiden had someone who would see for her and Brave had someone that would hear for him and that they finally had someone who would care.

www.indianlegend.com/choctaw/choctaw_003.htm

[raeven]

admin said:

raeven said:

Hello SisterSara

I dont know if this helps any but while I am not choctaw the town I live in is right in the middle of the Choctaw Nation. Maybe I can help you out? What is it you need to know?

Do you know any of the Chaktaw's lore or legends? I'd be interested in that as well!

Not really but I will go up to the Tribal Complex Monday when my kids go to school and ask them to point me in the right direction to find out for you. They might be able to recommend websites or good reading for us. I have a few friends who are choctaw too that I can ask when I see them next.

[Senbecc]

raeven said:

admin said:

Do you know any of the Chaktaw's lore or legends? I'd be interested in that as well!

Not really but I will go up to the Tribal Complex Monday when my kids go to school and ask them to point me in the right direction to find out for you. They might be able to recommend websites or good reading for us. I have a few friends who are choctaw too that I can ask when I see them next.

Awsome, right now I'm trying to see if there is a particular pantheon the Choctaw and if so what the name of some of those gods may have been, who exactly was recognized as the great spirit.

[moonwind333]

At this time the Mississippi Choctaws are trying to get permission to build a casino resort just "down the street" from where we live. They own about 100 acres just north of I-10 that they want to use. I'm hoping it works so we will have crableg buffets closer than Biloxi! ;D

[raeven]

moonwind333 said:

At this time the Mississippi Choctaws are trying to get permission to build a casino resort just "down the street" from where we live. They own about 100 acres just north of I-10 that they want to use. I'm hoping it works so we will have crableg buffets closer than Biloxi! ;D

You will like it if you get one in, I like playing the bingo games (I try to stay away from the casinos in general though.. im one of those that doesnt know when to take the money and run). But just a few weeks ago they had James Brown at the Thackerville Casino. My parents went and had a blast!

[Senbecc]

They have those up here too. They're really nice too, I have won a few (and lost a few) dollars there. They have a really great set up, though I'm not a big gambler.