First, let me express my apologies to Grannie for the delay in getting this posted to our blog.  Illness kept me away from the Story hour last week and catching up since has prevented this post prior to now.    Ron (1eggman) opened the April 6, 2011 Story Hour Gathering with this blessing:  

Grandfather, Look at our brokenness.

We know that in all creation only the human family

has strayed from the Sacred Way

We know that we are the ones who are divided and
we are the ones who must come back together to
walk in the Sacred Way

Grandfather, Sacred One,
Teach us love, compassion and honor, that we may heal the earth
and heal each other and please help us to remember that we learn
from our elders and they should receive the love and respect they
deserve.

Please watch over those who need you most at Pine Ridge and it
is for them we offer a silent prayer now. Aho.

Please in your own way, take a moment to offer a prayer for the
elders who are suffering so many atrocities at Pine Ridge.

Ron, remembering Pine Ridge is wonderful way to put us in a helpful state of mind.  Even if all we can do to help is to pray!

Grannie began thusly:

“As everyone knows I just love the Hummingbird and when i found this story I had to tell it… ”

Hummingbird Brings Back Tobacco

Long ago, when all people and animals spoke the same tongue, there was only one tobacco plant in all the world. From far and wide, did they come for their tobacco. All was well, until the greedy Dagul’ku geese stole the plant and flew far to the south with it, where they guarded it with all their might. Before long, all of the people and the animals began to have great sufferings because they had no tobacco.

One old woman, who had long suffered, had became so thin and weak that it was held by all that she would die soon, and could only be saved by tobacco. Now this old woman was loved by all of the people and the animals and this disturbed them greatly.

So it was decided that they should hold a council, which they did, and make a plan on how to return the tobacco than had been taken from them. They decided to seed the animals to retrieve it.

One by one, the animals all tried to get the plant, but each time they were seen by the Dagul’ku geese and killed them all before they could reach the plant. From the largest to the smallest, the four footed animals failed. Now, the Mole spoke up and said that he would go. Everyone thought this to be a good idea, as he could tunnel under the ground to the plant and steal it away.

So, off he went and as he approached the plant, his track was scene by the Dagul’ku, who waited at the plant for him to come out. When at last, out he did come, he suffered much the same outcome.

Much disparity was heard in the council after that. No one could think of any way to get the tobacco plant away from the greedy Dagul’ku. No other animals wanted to go.

The Hummingbird had been listening to all of the plans had come up with one of his own. At last told the council that he could retrieve the plant. They look at him as said how could this be, you are so small? How could you get to the plant past the Dagul’ki?

He told them that he could do it and that if they wanted they could test him. So out in the middle of the meadow, they showed him a plant that all could see. They said to him, “Go, sit on that plant, but do not let us see you getting there.”

Now he wasted no time. Off, he dashed straight to the plant, right under the noses of the Dagul’ki. Right up to the plant without them even suspecting him being there. Quick as a wink, he used his long beak to cut off the top of the plant that had a few leaves and the seeds. Then, off he dashed straight back to the council circle.

No sooner than the words had been spoken, did all of the people see the Hummingbird sitting atop the plant in the meadow. And right before there eye did he disappear again and reappear in the council circle. Not one person having seen him go or return.

Stunned at the feat, it was decided to give him a chance.

Now he wasted no time. Off, he dashed straight to the plant, right under the noses of the Dagul’ki. Right up to the plant without them even suspecting him being there. Quick as a wink, he used his long beak to cut off the top of the plant that had a few leaves and the seeds. Then, off he dashed straight back to the council circle.

By this time the old woman was thought to have died, but smoke was blown into her nostrils and with a cry of “Tsa’lu”, she opened her eyes and regained her strength.

Grannie gave us a second story tonight.  Here it is:

This Last story I thought was fitting since spring is coming….. I hope this one makes you smile the way it did me…

The First Strawberries

In the beginning of the world, ga lv la di e hi created First Man and First Woman. Together they built a lodge at the edge of a dense forest. They were very happy together; but like all humans do at times, they began to argue

Finally First Woman became so angry she said she was leaving and never coming back. At that moment First Man really didn’t care. First Woman started walking westward down the path through the forest. She never looked back.

As the day grew later, First Man began to worry. At last he started down the same path in search of his wife. The Sun looked down on First Man and took pity on him. The Sun asked First Man if he was still angry with First Woman. First Man said he was not angry any more. The Sun asked if he would like to have First Woman back. First Man readily agreed he did.

The Sun found First Woman still walking down the path toward the West. So to entice her to stop, the Sun caused to grow beneath her feet lovely blueberries. The blueberries were large and ripe. First Woman paid no attention but kept walking down the path toward the West.

Further down the path the Sun caused to grow some luscious blackberries. The berries were very black and plump. First Woman looked neither left nor right but kept walking down the path toward the West.

At last the Sun caused to grow a plant that had never grown on the earth before. The plant covered the ground in front of First Woman. Suddenly she became aware of a fragrance she had never known. Stopping she looked down at her feet. Growing in the path was a plant with shiny green leaves, lovely white flowers with the largest most luscious red berries she had ever seen. First Woman stopped to pick one. Hmmm…she had never tasted anything quite like it! It was so sweet.

As First Woman ate the berry, the anger she felt began to fade away. She thought again of her husband and how they had parted in anger. She missed him and wanted to return home.

First Woman began to gather some of the berries. When she had all she could carry, she turned toward the East and started back down the path. Soon she met First Man. Together they shared the berries, and then hand in hand, they walked back to their lodge.

The Cherokee word for strawberry is ani. The rich bottomlands of the old Cherokee country were noted for their abundance of strawberries and other wild fruits. Even today, strawberries are often kept in Cherokee homes. They remind us not to argue and are a symbol of good luck.

The End…. I hope you Liked these storys……

Grannie…rest assured that the stories were enjoyed!  Grannie’s story telling ability has earned her the name, gawonisgv saloli (talking squirrel).

Grannie is a Leader in our Native American Forum Team.  She is the one who collects and reminds us of our birthdays and anniversaries.  She also amuses us with her adventures.  Keeps us up to date on Scooter Butt…her darling Grandson.  Her husband, Rodger is a wonderful silver smith and also a member of our team. 

Here is a sample of Grannie’s wonderful crochet work:

Purple Crochet Bare Foot Sandals With Charm..

Here is a sample of Rodger’s work:

Silver Wing and Rose Memorial Ring

To purchase these items or to view more of their work, please go to: