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Just A Mom? by Eva Glazebrook AKA Claydancer

A woman, renewing her driver’s license at the County Clerk ‘s office,
was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.
She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.

“What I mean is, ” explained the recorder,
“do you have a job or are you just a .?”
“Of course I have a job,” snapped the woman.
“I’m a Mom.”

“We don’t list ‘Mom’ as an occupation,
‘housewife’ covers it,”
Said the recorder emphatically.

I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself
in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall.
The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised,
efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like,
“Official Interrogator” or “Town Registrar.”

“What is your occupation?” she probed.

What made me say it? I do not know.
The words simply popped out.
“I’m a Research Associate in the field of
Child Development and Human Relations.”

The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and
looked up as though she had not heard right.

I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.
Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written,
in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.

“Might I ask,” said the clerk with new interest,
“just what you do in your field?”

Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice,
I heard myself reply,
“I have a continuing program of research,
(what mother doesn’t)
In the laboratory and in the field,
(normally I would have said indoors and out).
I’m working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family)
and already have four credits (all daughters).
Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities,
(any mother care to disagree?)
and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it).
But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers
and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money.”

There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk’s voice as she
completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.

As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants — ages 13, 7, and 3.
Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model,
(a 6 month old baby) in the child development program,
testing out a new vocal pattern.
I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!
And I had gone on the official records as someone more
distinguished and indispensable to mankind than “just another Mom.”

What a glorious career!
Especially when there’s a title on the door.

Does this make grandmothers
“Senior Research associates in the field of Child Development and Human Relations”
And great grandmothers
“Executive Senior Research Associates?”
I think so!!!
I also think it makes Aunts ”
Associate Research Assistants.

Eva Glazebrook is a long time member of the Native American Forum Team on Etsy.  She hails from Dracut, MA and in her profile she states, “The rhythm of life and the energy it invokes have always been a celebratory part of all the art I create. I know that I take tremendous pleasure in creating art that moves and dances with the energy that surrounds it. This rhythm is continuous, neverending. It tells the tale of birth, growth and changing form. It’s the stuff of life.

And here is some of her “stuff”.

Medicine Plate

Medicine Plate

Pinched Stoneware Kitchen Prep Bowls Set of 3

To see more of Eva’s wonderful work or to purchase these items, please visit her at:

Thanks Eva for sharing this article, for your continued support of our team and for being a cherished gusdi (cousin in Cherokee) !


Wednesday Night Camp Fire Story

Raven’s Honor
By Clay Dancer
This is a story that I wrote myself, but the latter part about Raven was taken from the folklore of the Lenni Lenapi Tribe as retold by S.E. Schlosser, who maintains an American Folklore website. It is a story about separation, sacrifice and service. I hope you like it.
In ancient times, the People and all Creatures lived together as one. They talked, hunted, played and shared in the vast abundance of the land. But the Creator Who Creates By Thinking What Will Be, was want to test his creations’ devotion on occasion.
One time, the rains were sent for days on end and a great flood resulted. The People spoke to the Trees and asked that they lend their wood to make the floating crafts that would help all living things to safety and higher ground. The Trees agreed and it was done. The Creator was pleased and for a long time, was content to watch Mother Earth unfold in its’ own wonder.
No one knows how or when it began, but as in all things left untended, it started small. The people began to take the wood from the trees without asking, and killing the animals without thanking. The Creator warned that there was no honor in this. Instead, the People became deaf.
Creator Who Creates By Thinking What Will Be, was displeased and decided to send another test.
The winds were sent to spread a coldness onto the land. Snow fell constantly, and ice formed over all the waters. The Animals had never seen snow before. At first, it was a novelty, something to play in. But the cold increased tenfold, and they began to worry. The little animals were being buried in the snow drifts and the larger animals could hardly walk because the snow was so deep.
Soon, all would perish if something were not done. The Animals appealed to the People, but the People had become deaf.
“We must send a messenger to the Creator Who Creates By Thinking What Will Be,” said Wise Owl. “We must ask Creator to think the world warm again so that Spirit Snow will leave us in peace.”
The animals were pleased with this plan. They began to debate among themselves, trying to decide who to send up to the Creator.
Wise Owl could not see well during the daylight, so he could not go. Coyote was easily distracted and liked playing tricks, so he could not be trusted. Turtle was steady and stable, but he crawled too slowly. Finally, Raven, the most beautiful of all the birds with shimmering feathers of rainbow hues and an enchanting singing voice, was chosen to go to the Creator.
It was an arduous journey, three days up and up into the heavens, passed the trees and clouds, beyond the sun and the moon, and even above all the stars. He was buffeted by winds and had no place to rest, but he carried on until he reached Heaven.
When Raven reached the Holy Place, he called out to the Creator, but received no answer. The Creator was too busy thinking up what would be to notice even the most beautiful of birds. So Raven began to sing his most beautiful song.
The Creator was drawn from his thoughts by the lovely sound, and came to see which bird was making it. He greeted Raven kindly and asked what gift he could give the noble bird in exchange for his song. Raven asked the Creator to un-think the snow, so that the animals of Earth would not be buried and freeze to death. But the Creator told Raven that the snow and the ice had spirits of their own and could not be destroyed.
“What shall we do then?” asked the Raven. “We will all freeze or smother under the snow.”
“You will not freeze,” the Creator reassured him, “For I will think of Fire, something that will warm all creatures during the cold times.”
The Creator stuck a stick into the blazing hot sun. The end blazed with a bright, glowing fire which burned brightly and gave off heat. “This is Fire,” he told Raven, handing him the stick. “You must hurry to Earth as fast as you can fly before the stick burns up.”
Raven nodded his thanks to the Creator and flew as fast as he could go. It was a three-day trip to Heaven, and he was worried that the Fire would burn out before he reached the Earth. The stick was large and heavy, but the fire kept Raven warm as he descended from Heaven down to the bright path of the stars. Then the Fire grew hot as it came closer to Raven’s feathers.
As he flew passed the Sun, his tail caught on fire, turning the shimmering beautiful feathers black. By the time he flew passed the Moon, his whole body was black with soot from the hot Fire. When he plunged into the Sky and flew through the clouds, the smoke got into his throat, strangling his beautiful singing voice.
By the time Raven landed among the freezing cold animals of Earth, he was black as tar and could only croak instead of sing. He delivered the Fire, and the snow melted. The Animals warmed themselves, rescuing the littlest ones from the snow drifts where they lay buried.
It was a time of rejoicing, for Fire had come to Earth. But Raven sat apart, saddened by his dull, ugly feathers and his rasping voice.
Then he felt the touch of wind on his face. He looked up and saw the Creator Who Creates By Thinking What Will Be walking toward him.
“Do not be sad, Raven,” the Creator said. “All Animals will honor you for the sacrifice you made for them. And the People Who Are Deaf will not hunt you, for I have made your flesh taste of smoke so that it is not good to eat and your black feathers and hoarse voice will prevent man from putting you into a cage to sing for him. You will be free.”
Then the Creator pointed to Raven’s black feathers. Before his eyes, Raven saw the dull feathers become shiny and inside each one, he could see all the colors of the rainbow.
“This will remind all creatures who see you of your service,” he said, “and of the sacrifice you made that saved them all.”
And so shall it be.
Here is an example of Clay Dancer’s work.  This is one of her newest pieces.
Little Bear Medicine Bowl
To see more of her wonderful work, go to:

Recipe For Nanaioma Bars

Recipe For Nanaimo Bars

Just before Easter this year, there was chatter on the Native American Forum Thread about Nanaimo Bars.   Evidently they are frequently made into Easter eggs.  Many of us had never heard of this treat.  Clay Dancer of claydancerdesigns on Etsy provided us with this recipe. 

Clay Dancer says, “I found the recipe for Nanaimo Bars. This dessert is always a hit. Keep refrigerated. It says you can freeze it, but I have never been able to keep it around long enough to do so.

There are many versions of this popular recipe, but this is the official one from the Nanaimo Chamber of Commerce (adapted slightly to Canadian Living style). Canadian Living is a magazine.

Bottom Layer:
1/2 cup butter 125mL
1/4 cup granulated sugar 50L
1/3 cup unsweetened 75mL
cocoa powder
1 egg 1
1 cup desiccated 250mL
2 cups graham wafer 500mL
1/2 cup chopped walnuts 125mL

1/4 cup butter 50mL
2 tbsp (approx) milk 25mL
2 tbsp vanilla custard or 25mL
pudding powder
2 cups sifted icing sugar 500mL
1/2 tsp salt

Top Layer:
2 squares 2
chocolate or
2 oz (60 g)
2 squares 2
chocolate or
2 oz (60 g)
1 tbsp butter 15mL

Bottom Layer:

In saucepan over low heat,
melt butter; add sugar, cocoa, vanilla and
egg. Cook, stirring, over medium heat until
mixture thickens slightly, about 1 minute.
Remove from heat & stir in coconut, crumbs
& walnuts. Pat firmly into buttered 9-inch
(2.5L) square baking pan. Refrigerate for at
least 1 hour.


In medium bowl, cream butter; beat
in milk, custard powder; icing sugar & salt.
If too thick to spread, add another teaspoon
(5mL) of milk. Spread over first layer and
refrigerate until firm.

Top Layer:

In dish set over hot water or in
microwave using low power; melt chocolate
& butter. Spread over filling. Before chocolate
hardens completely, mark out squares.
Refrigerate or freeze. Makes about 24 squares.

There are a few things I do differently. I use pecans in everything I bake, instead of walnuts. Also, for the top layer, you can just melt semi-sweet chocolate chips and leave out the butter. A good cup should do it. If you are allergic or don’t like nuts, leave them out. The coconut can be sweetened, as unsweetened is hard to find, unless from a health food store. I usually double the recipe for a 13×9 pan.

I really hope you make this recipe. It is divine.

For Easter Eggs
I have made this into Easter eggs. You just form by hand the bottom layer. Refrigerate. Then spatula the second layer around it. Refrigerate. Then, lastly, dip very quickly into melted chocolate and place on cookie sheet and refrigerate. Voila

Clay Dancer not only makes Nanaimo Bars but designs and makes beautiful “clay” items.  Here is one example of her work:

Zodiac Platter
Clay Dancer has lived in Massachusetts for the last 23 years.   She  was born in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. She and her  husband Paul,  have raised four children.

Clay Dancer has a Masters degree in Counseling and has worked with those who suffer from addiction and abuse.  Clay Dancer says,  “The delicate art of counseling is like a dance between the client and the counselor. Clay, itself, can be a difficult client, but I am learning to be patient and listen. This art form has taught me how to slow down. I am a member of the Arts League of Lowell and have participated in exhibiting my 3D artwork in Lowell gallery shows.    I know that I take tremendous pleasure in creating art that moves and dances with the energy that surrounds it. This rhythm is continuous, never ending. It tells the tale of birth, growth and changing form. It’s the stuff of life.”

Kicking Bear has named Clay Dancer “danalasgisgv gvdodi gadaquali”  Tsalagi for Dances with Clay. 


To see more of Clay Dancer’s work, visit her site at: