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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) !


Tales From The Fire Side

2008 06 17 004

Submitted by For The Brand

I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes… I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas.

I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.

Pondering the peas, I couldn’t help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.

‘Hello Barry, how are you today?’

‘H’lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus’ admirin’ them peas. They sure look good.’

‘They are good, Barry. How’s your Ma?’

‘Fine. Gittin’ stronger alla’ time.’

‘Good. Anything I can help you with?’

‘No, Sir. Jus’ admirin’ them peas.’

‘Would you like to take some home?’ Asked Mr. Miller.

‘No, Sir. Got nuthin’ to pay for ’em with.’

‘Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?’

‘All I got’s my prize marble here.’

‘Is that right? Let me see it’ said Miller.

‘Here ’tis. She’s a dandy.’

‘I can see that. Hmm mmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?’ the store owner asked.

‘Not zackley but almost.’

‘Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble’. Mr. Miller told the boy.

‘Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.’

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.

With a smile she said, ‘There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever.

When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn’t like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.’

I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.

Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.

Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts…all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband’s casket.

Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and
moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one; each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband’s bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.

‘Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about.

They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim ‘traded’ them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size….they came to pay their debt.’

‘We’ve never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,’ she confided, ‘but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho ..’

With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

The Moral:
We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.

Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ~ A fresh pot of coffee you didn’t make yourself…

An unexpected phone call from an old friend…. Green stoplights on your way to work….

The fastest line at the grocery store….

A good sing-along song on the radio…

Your keys found right where you left them.


Carmen scatters beautiful jewelry as well as being a genuinely nice person.  Here is her latest listing:
Turquoise Blue Love - Nacozari Turquoise Necklace
To see more of her wonderful work, please visit:
Carmen, thanks for this sweet story!  We wish the same for you! 


Tales From The Fire Side

The Humped Back Whale
Submitted by Oh Claudia

A female humpback whale had become entangled in a spider web of crab traps and lines.

She was weighed down by hundreds of pounds of traps that caused her to struggle to stay afloat.

She also had hundreds of yards of line rope wrapped around her body, her tail, her torso, a line tugging in her mouth.

A fisherman spotted her just east of the Faralon Islands (outside the Golden Gate ) and radioed for help.

Within a few hours, the rescue team arrived and determined that she was so bad off, the only way to save her was to dive in and untangle her…..a very dangerous proposition. One slap of the tail could kill a rescuer.

They worked for hours with curved knives and eventually freed her.

When she was free, the divers say she swam in what seemed like joyous circles.

She then came back to each and every diver, one at a time, nudged them, and pushed gently,thanking them.
Some said it was the most incredibly beautiful experience of their lives.

The guy who cut the rope out of her mouth says her eye was following him the whole time, and he will never be the same.

May you,and all those you love, be so fortunate…
To be surrounded by people who will help you get untangled from the things that are binding you.

And, may you always know the joy of giving and receiving gratitude.

I pass this on to you, my friend, in the same spirit

Claudia, thanks for sharing this Tale. 

Here is a “Whale” of a piece made by Claudia

To see more of Claudia’s work, go to:

Tales From The Campfire

A Child Watching a Thunder Storm Clipart Image

A Child’s View of Thunderstorms
Submitted by OhClaudia

A little girl walked to and from school daily.   Though the weather that morning

was questionable and clouds were forming, she made her daily trek to school.
As the afternoon progressed, the winds whipped up, along with lightning.
The mother of the little girl felt concerned that her daughter would be frightened as she walked home from school. She also feared the electrical storm might harm her child.
Full of concern, the mother got into her car and quickly drove along the route to her child’s school.
As she did, she saw her little girl walking along.
At each flash of lightning, the child would stop, look up, and smile.  More lighting followed quickly and with each, the little girl would look  streak of light and smile.

When the mother drew up beside the child, she lowered the window and called,

“What are you doing?”


The child answered, “I am trying to look pretty because God keeps taking my picture.”

May God bless you today and every day as you face the storms that come your way!

Wado Claudia for sharing this tale!

Claudia lives in Portland, Oregon and is relatively new to our campsite. 
We have enjoyed having her there.  She does wonderful beadwork. 
Here is a sample of her work:
Beaded Bracelet-Peyote Zig Zag

She says, “I have been beading for several years. I have been enjoying,
hearting and indulging in the fine beadwork items of the many Etsy bead
artists over the years. I finally decided to try my hand at selling my beadwork. 

You can see more of her wonderful work at:

Tales from The Camp Fire

Legend of The Corn Husk Doll
Submitted by Native Beads
Corn Husk Doll Native Made in Minnesota
There is a legend among the Oneida about why the Corn Husk Doll has no face.
“So, long ago when the Creator created everything on this earth, He created it with certain duties and responsibilities. The men were responsible for hunting and fishing and providing shelter for the families, and the women were responsible for working in the gardens and cooking the food and taking care of the children.

When the parents were out doing their responsibilities, the children were being left alone and getting into trouble.

The boys might shoot their arrows into the woods and they’d go to find them and get lost. And, the girls were getting into trouble, or they might get too close to the fire and get burned. The parents were having a hard time doing their responsibilities and taking care of the children, so they went to the Creator and they asked the Creator for help – to make something to take care of the children.
So the Creator made the cornhusk doll, and it was one of the most beautiful creations ever made. The doll had a beautiful face and had the power to walk and talk. Cornhusk doll’s responsibility was to take care of the children, so the parents could get their work done.
The Corn Husk doll did a really good job of taking care of the children and taught them many things. Corn Husk doll taught the little boys to hunt and the little girls to cook. Corn Husk doll loved the babies and told them many stories.
One day, a rain storm came to the village.
Grandfather Thunder came and he shook his head and rain drops would fall from his hair. Lightning would come from his eyes. Thunder would roar through his mouth. Corn Husk doll gathered all the children into the long house and told them stories.
When Grandfather Thunder decided to move to another village, Corn Husk doll took the children outside to play. Corn Husk doll found a pool of water and when she looked in the pool, she saw her reflection. Corn Husk doll saw she was very beautiful and became vain about her good looks.
From that day on instead of watching the children, Corn Husk doll would only look at her reflection in the water. She gathered flowers to put in her hair and Corn Husk doll sewed seashells on her dress to make herself look more beautiful. Corn Husk doll was spending so much time looking at her reflection that she was not watching the children.
The children were getting into trouble and getting hurt. The parents were upset and told the Creator that the Corn Husk doll was not watching the children.
The Creator called Corn Husk doll and scolded her for not watching the children. As a punishment, he sent the Owl to take away her face and her power to walk and talk.
From then on, the Oneida make corn husk dolls without faces to remind us that we must not be vain and we have a duties and responsibilities that must be done.”
The Corn Husk Doll used to illustrate this story is available in this Etsy store:
Native Beads is a regular contributor to our thread.  She is a talented beadweaver, author of several books on beading, teaches beading at the Beaded Iris in Albuquerque, NM.  She also is a soap/lotion maker and gourd artist.  She is one of the “Fab Five” who gathered in April.  Here is a sample of her wonderful work.
Pueblo butterfly beaded cuff bracelet
To see more of her work, please go to:
Wado Native Beads for sharing this story, enriching our thread through your participation and for just being YOU!

Tales From The Camp Fire: Choctaw Code Talkers

Choctaw Code Talkers
Choctaw Code Talkers, a compelling documentary about
America’s World War I heroes, comes to public television in Fall 2010
Native American Public Telecommunications, Inc. (NAPT) proudly announces the release of a new documentary that examines the pivotal role that Choctaw soldiers played in helping shape an earlier end of World War I.
This photo was taken upon returning to the United States from fighting in
WWI on June 7, 1919. Image courtesy of Stacy Mahoney.
In 1918, not yet citizens of the United States, Choctaw members of the
American Expeditionary Forces were asked by the government to use
their Native language as a powerful tool against the German Forces in World War I,
setting a precedent for code talking as an effective military weapon and
establishing them as America’s Original Code Talkers.
“The government had sworn them to secrecy about what they did,”
said Evangeline Wilson, relative of Code Talkers Mitchell Bobb
and James Edwards, Sr.
“By launching the original concept of code talking for secure military
communications, these brave Choctaw men laid the foundation for all
other battlefield code talkers, including the Navajo, who were so instrumental
in World War II. Even though it is overdue, nearly 100 years since their service,
I am honored to be a part of bringing this important American story to the screen,
” Red-Horse said.  (Note: Red-Horse is the producer of the documentary
that is to be released in the fall, 2010.) 
In World War I, by 1918, the German Forces had deciphered the Allied Forces’
radio codes, tapped into their phone lines and captured messenger runners
in order to anticipate the Allied strategies. The Allied Forces were desperate
to attain secure communications and requested Choctaw soldiers to use their
language to transmit messages in the field and from the trenches.
 “If you don’t have secure communications, it will end in stalemate or defeat,”
stated Matt Reed, Curator of the American Indian and Military History Collections
at the Oklahoma Museum of History.
“This is an important story of heroic men whose wartime contributions helped
to change the course of world history. Their Code was created while the men
risked their lives fighting in Northern France during the fiercest and bloodiest
battles of World War I. The Choctaw American Indian soldiers outwitted their
German opponents, turning the tide of the War and ensuring the Allied victory,” said Hurd.
If you hear the dates for the airing of this documentary, please let us know. 

Tales From The Camp Fire

Spring Frog (Walosi) Dance Necklace



Submitted by Carmen ( forthebrand)

Thank goodness there’s a name for this disorder.
Somehow I feel better even though I have it!!

Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D.
Age Associated Attention Deficit Disorder.

This is how it manifests:

I decide to water my garden.
As I turn on the hose in the driveway,
I look over at my car and decide it needs washing.

As I start toward the garage,
I notice mail on the porch table that
I brought up from the mail box earlier.

I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.
I lay my car keys on the table,
put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table,
and notice that the can is full.

So I decide to put the billsbackon the table & take out the garbage first.
But then I think, since I’m going to be near the mailbox
when I take out the garbage anyway,
I may as well pay the bills first.

I take my check book off the table,
and see that there is only one check left.
My extra checks are in my desk in the study,
so I go inside the house to my desk where
I find the can of Pepsi I’d been drinking.

I’m going to look for my checks,
but first I need to push the Pepsi aside
so that I don’t accidentally knock it over.
The Pepsi is getting warm.
I decide to put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.
As I head toward the kitchen with the Pepsi,
a vase of flowers on the countercatches my eye.
They need water.
I put the Pepsi on the counter and
discover my reading glasses that
I’ve been searching for all morning.

I decide I better put them back on my desk,
but first I’m going to water the flowers.
I set the glasses back down on the counter,
fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote
someone had left it on the kitchen table.

I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV,
I’ll be looking for the remote,
but I won’t remember that it’s on the kitchen table,
so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs..
But first I’ll water the flowers.
I pour some water in the flowers.
Quite a bit of it spills on the floor.
So, I set the remote back on the table,
get some towels and wipe up the spill.

Then I head down the hall trying toremember what I was planning to do.

At the end of the day:
the car isn’t washed
the bills aren’t paid
there is a warm can of
Pepsi sitting on the counter
the flowers don’t have enough water,
there is still only 1 check in my check book,
I can’t find the remote,
I can’t find my glasses,
and I don’t remember what I did with the car keys.

Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done,
I’m really baffled because I know I was busy all damn day,
and I’m really tired.

I realize this is a serious problem,
and I’ll try to get some help for it,but first I’ll check my e-mail…..

Don’t laugh — if this isn’t you yet, your day is coming!!