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Sinking Feeling

July 27, 2018 3 Comments

water

water

With a sinking feeling they trudged across the desert on thirsty horses

Weeks of deprivation and harsh conditions had diminished the group

Some fell behind, and finding no sustenance, succumbed to dehydration

This band of pioneers had left behind comfort and ease to travel west

They believed there would be a paradise waiting at the end of the trail

Along the way they had to keep the vision alive of a fertile, peaceful place

That they imagined but had never seen, that waited for them over the ridge

When they finally spotted a small lake where the horses could be watered

They adjusted their expectations, looked for shelter, and mourned their losses

wheel

wheel

Rumors Of Wealth

July 25, 2018 1 Comment

 

fearless leader

fearless leader

The first hint of hidden treasure attracted the worst element
Stray con artists from everywhere gathered to make a kill
Rumors flowed like water, while jealously and dishonesty fought
Over the loyalty of pirates and thieves, all skilled at robbery
In truth there was nothing of value to steal, dig up, or find
The illusion of wealth had poisoned their collective mind

ghosts of thieves

ghosts of thieves

IS JULY’S TOTAL LUNAR ECLIPSE THE REAL INDEPENDENCE DAY RACHEL CELESTE HANSEN On Friday, July 27, 2018, at 4:20pm PST, the full moon will be in Aquarius. This full moon (known as the Thunder Moon or the Full Buck Moon) also coincides with a total lunar eclipse – which, at one hour and 43 minutes, […]

via IS JULY’S TOTAL LUNAR ECLIPSE THE REAL INDEPENDENCE DAY — Witches Of The Craft®

IS JULY’S TOTAL LUNAR ECLIPSE THE REAL INDEPENDENCE DAY — Witches Of The Craft®

July 24, 2018

Flash Of Color

July 23, 2018

dreamscape

dreamscape

The mind’s eye dreams up wondrous scenes of escape
Dream paths lined with outrageously bright colors and lights
Bring us into realms in which our movements are vivid, clear
Uncluttered by doubts, our steps are taken in grace, no fear
We only find these secret places by stepping outside the rule
That mindlessly stays in the ignorant ways practiced by the fool

dreamscape

dreamscape

Insect Picnic

July 21, 2018

bee

bee

Inventive little creatures stumble across the picnic lawn
Dancing with the birthday cake we worked on since the dawn
The ants and caterpillars enjoy the sugar roses, icing sweet
They scamper merrily down the path with butter on their feet
They have made a regular sport out of devouring our repast
Nature knows no bounds when people picnic on the grass
We can think ourselves lucky for feeding the cake to the ants
Now we will all have a better chance of fitting into our pants

Frances Peabody, Tenth Great-Grandfather

July 18, 2018

The ship Planter, under Master Nicholas Trerice/Travice, sailed from London April 2 or 11, 1635, arriving at Boston June 7, 1635. My tenth great-grandfather was 21 years old when he sailed to America on that ship.

Lt. Francis Peabody, the ancestor of the American Peabodys, was born at St. Albans, Hertfordshire, England, in 1614. He came to America in 1635 ; lived first in Lynn, and then in Ipswich, in then Massachusetts Bay colony. In 1639, he removed to Hampton, N.H., where he lived until 1657, when he came to Topsfield, Mass. He was useful in the new place, and was chosen to the office of selectman, as well as town clerk, both of which offices he held many years.

March 4, 1664, the town voted that Lt. Peabody have liberty ” to set up a grist mill and to flow so much of the town’s common as is needful for a mill so long as the mill does stand and grind for the town.”

The next year (1665), Mr. Peabody established the mill on Pyebrook. Who can estimate the joy of the inhabitants at that early period of having a grist mill to accommodate them in the grinding of their rye and corn! It marked a new era in the history of the Topsfield commoners.

March 7, 1671, the town voted that it was “willing that Lieut. Peabody shall set up a saw mill provided it does not do damage to any of the townsmen in their meadows.” The saw mill was built in 1672.

So far as the writer is able to learn, everything pertaining to these mills went along smoothly until 1691, when, the business having increased on account of the growth of the surrounding district, there was not a sufficient head of water during a part of the year to run the mills. Hewlett’s brook, a branch of Pye brook, left the latter stream and ran off to the northeastward, a short distance above the Peabody mills. As, at that time, there was no mill on Hewlett’s brook, Mr. Peabody was granted by the town the privilege of building a dam across this branch a few rods below its parting from the main stream, providing he pay satisfactory damages to the adjoining owners by reason of his flowing their meadows. The records speak of damages being received the following year by Thomas Dorman and sons, who had in 1690 erected a house within a few rods of the parting of the brook.* There was probably water power enough at the mills after the building of the dam as there are no papers showjng the want of it for more than fifty years afterwards.

During the year 1698 (?), after faithfully serving his day and generation, Lt. Francis Peabody passed away full of years and honors. By his will, dated Jan. 20, 1695, he gives his son Isaac Peabody the mills and mill-yard, the dwellinghouse by the mill, and other property.

Lieut Francis Peabody (1614 – 1697)
10th great-grandfather
Lydia Peabody (1640 – 1715)
daughter of Lieut Francis Peabody
Mary Howlett (1664 – 1727)
daughter of Lydia Peabody
John Hazen (1687 – 1772)
son of Mary Howlett
Caleb Hazen (1720 – 1777)
son of John Hazen
Mercy Hazen (1747 – 1819)
daughter of Caleb Hazen
Martha Mead (1784 – 1860)
daughter of Mercy Hazen
Abner Morse (1808 – 1838)
son of Martha Mead
Daniel Rowland Morse (1838 – 1910)
son of Abner Morse
Jason A Morse (1862 – 1932)
son of Daniel Rowland Morse
Ernest Abner Morse (1890 – 1965)
son of Jason A Morse
Richard Arden Morse (1920 – 2004)
son of Ernest Abner Morse
Pamela Morse
I am the daughter of Richard Arden Morse

Frances Peabody's signature Frances Peabody’s signature

Venus enters Virgo, and what we see, one way or another, is a shift toward wanting to be right, correct, or proper, to be able to stand confidently against criticism or critique–and that can prompt inventory-taking, a discriminating state of mind, and Self-criticism, among other things. Ruler of Virgo, Mercury, is involved in the only […] […]

via 9 July 2018 A Proper Virgin — Julie Demboski’s ASTROLOGY — Blue Dragon Journal

9 July 2018 A Proper Virgin — Julie Demboski’s ASTROLOGY — Blue Dragon Journal

July 9, 2018 1 Comment

Thomas Pasmere Carpenter, 12th Great-Grandfather

July 2, 2018 2 Comments

When I graduated from high school in Texas I went to work for the summer in an outdoor drama called “Unto These Hills” produced in Cherokee, North Carolina.  I was a singer in the chorus and a costumer. It was my first job, and I enjoyed it very much.  I was 17 years old, the youngest and the lowest paid member of the company.  I learned about the history of the Cherokee people, since the play was all about that.  I can still sing the eagle dance in Cherokee language, if required (but usually when it is neither required nor requested).  I spent a lot of time and money chasing clues about my father’s Cherokee heritage, which has no legs.  My grandfather lived on the Cherokee res in Oklahoma in 1900, but our ancestors on my father’s side did not marry Native Americans.  Now I am discovering that my mother’s side descends from the east coast Cherokee people, before the trail of tears forced them to Oklahoma Indian Territory. I was born in Tulsa.  People tell me I look like a Native American–just as many tell me I look like a Russian. I always liked the idea of Native ancestors.  Now, thanks to DNA clues I received from ancestry.com about common lineage, I am happy to say I found some.

This Englishman who sailed to Jamestown and married my eleventh great-grandmother was trained to be a water witch!!!! His progeny inherited the skill to find water. I LOVE that. I think it is wonderfully ironic that his grave is a few miles from the place I worked when I was 17.  I can also recite the 23rd psalm in Cherokee, which now seems perfectly apt. It pays to study your ancestors.

Thomas Pasmere “Corn Planter” Carpenter (1607 – 1675)
12th great-grandfather
Trader Tom Amatoya Carpenter Moytoy (1635 – 1693)
son of Thomas Pasmere “Corn Planter” Carpenter
Aganonitsi Quatsy Woman Wolf ClanTellico Cherokee Tellico (1650 – 1692)
daughter of Trader Tom Amatoya Carpenter Moytoy
Delaware Indian Fivekiller (1674 – 1741)
son of Aganonitsi Quatsy Woman Wolf ClanTellico Cherokee Tellico
Solomon John Cherokee Kimborough (1665 – 1720)
son of Delaware Indian Fivekiller
Mourning Kimbrough (1689 – 1756)
daughter of Solomon John Cherokee Kimborough
Jane Jeanette Little (1713 – 1764)
daughter of Mourning Kimbrough
Andrew Armour (1740 – 1801)
son of Jane Jeanette Little
William Armor (1775 – 1852)
son of Andrew Armour
William Armer (1790 – 1837)
son of William Armor
Thomas Armer (1825 – 1900)
son of William Armer
Lucinda Jane Armer (1847 – 1939)
daughter of Thomas Armer
George Harvey Taylor (1884 – 1941)
son of Lucinda Jane Armer
Ruby Lee Taylor (1922 – 2008)
daughter of George Harvey Taylor
Pamela Morse
I am the daughter of Ruby Lee Taylor

Thomas Pasmere Carpenter was descended from the noble Anglo-Norman family of Vicomte Guillaume de Melun le Carpentier. Thus, Moytoy’s European lineage can be traced to the Frankish Duke Ansegisel of Metz Meroving, Peppin II, and Charles Martel. This ancestry also makes the Cherokee Moytoys cousins to the Carpenter Earl of Tyrconnell, and thus related to the current British royal family.

The Carpenter family of Devonshire & Plymouth England were small sailing ship owners, many of which were leased out to the East India Trading Company, an affiliation dating to the formation of that company December 31, 1600. Documented ownership of fifteen different ships owned by the Carpenter family, those of which were involved with moving furs between the Gulf Ports & Glasgow, or Dublin, and trade goods for North America. These ships usually made stops both directions at Barbados where the family had banking connections set up. These ships were small and fast, often able to make the crossing from Scotland and Ireland in less than thirty days. They were shallow draft ships, capable of handling shallow water ports with ease. The first documented trip made by Thomas Pasmere Carpenter occurred April 1640, sailing from Maryland to Barbados aboard the Hopewell, and returning on the Crispian in September 1640. He made another trip in March 1659 departing Charleston South Carolina aboard the Barbados Merchant, returning on the Concord in August 1659.

Twenty year old Thomas Pasmere Carpenter came to Jamestown, Virginia from England in 1627, living in a cave near the Shawnee. Thomas was called “Cornplanter” by the Shawnee, derived from their sign language that matched as near as possible to the work of a carpenter. He married a Shawnee woman named “Pride” and bore a son around 1635 named Trader Carpenter.

Trader was taught to “witch” for water with a willow stick by the Shawnee. He married a Shawnee named Locha in 1658 and the clan grew quickly. In 1660, they were driven south by the Iroquois. They moved along the Tennessee River, starting the villages of Running Water (where Thomas died in 1675), Nickajack, Lookout Mountain, Crowtown and Chota. He was Chief of Chota, which was created as a merging place of refuge for people of all tribes, history or color. It became similar to a capital for the Cherokee nation. These villages grew to about 2000 people by 1670 when the Carpenter clan moved to Talikwa (Great Tellico) where the Tellico River emerges from the Appalachian Mountains. Here Trader married a Cherokee, Quatsy of the Wolf Clan in 1680. He had become so adept at water witching that the Cherokee called him “water conjurer” or Ama Matai (Ama is Cherokee for water). Ama Matai eventually became pronounced as Amatoya. It was later shortened to “Moytoy”, so he is known as Moytoy I.

In 1730, his son, Trader-Tom (Moytoy II) took over as Chief, receiving what was described as the “Crown of Tannassy”. Tanasi was where the previous Chief resided and the traditional headdress was passed on to him. The fur trading Carpenter family owned many ships. Though he served as Cherokee Chief, Thomas made several trips to Barbados over the years where the Carpenters did banking, and even to Scotland and Ireland. On occasion he took Trader, and Trader Tom with him. They traded furs and healing herbs brought from America.

Cherokee traded furs for cloth. The cloth was not only used for clothing, but also to pay the Shamans for treatment. Though the medicine men did not charge for medical practice, they required a form of payment for performing love charms, hunting ceremonials, and other conjures. Beads were used in many instances, which the patient was required not only to furnish the beads, but also a certain quantity of new cloth upon which to place them. At the close of the ceremony the medicine man would roll up the cloth, beads and all, and take it with him. Custom required that he not use the cloth, but had to be sold. The practice was sometimes repeated over a period of days, each time requiring new cloth. Some Shamans would sell the required cloth to the patient himself, then take the used cloth with him.

The Cherokee, Shawnee and other Shamans (medicine men) traded secrets when they met. These were passed on orally before the Sequoya method of writing was developed. According to archeologist James Mooney “It was the practice when one shaman met another whom he thought might give him some valuable information, would say to him, “Let us sit down together.” This was understood by the other to mean, “Let us tell each other our secrets.” It was necessary to cultivate a long memory, as none were repeated more than once for his benefit. It was considered that one who failed to remember after the first hearing was not worthy to be accounted a shaman.”[1] When illness struck the white settlers and traditional methods of healing failed, they sometimes turned to friendly Cherokee nearby. This also provided the medicine men with new opportunities to obtain cloth and other goods from them in return. These methods were soon incorporated into the beliefs the settlers brought with them from Europe.

The Cherokee believed in at least two types of witches. The “Night Goer” or “sûnnâ’yï edâ’hï “ came at night to bring to the home. Alternatively, what might be called a good witch, “u’ya igawa’stï “ saturated the medicine given by the medicine man and by counteracting the spell, killed the Night Goer.[2] The settlers absorbed these ideas into their lives to the point that even milk that soured could be caused by the “evil eye” or the look of a witch. Soured milk came to be called “blinked milk”.

The settlers combined elements of their own witchcraft traditions with those of the native Cherokee. Some witches in this tradition specialized in dowsing, or healing and midwifery.

The isolation of mountain communities protected the traditions of Appalachian Granny Magic from alteration or persecution from outside. The people of the Appalachians lived a farming life that changed little from the 1700s to the 1900s, and their close connection to the earth kept Appalachian Granny Magic relevant throughout this time.

Beliefs and Traditions
The Scottish and Irish settlers believed that their fairy folk and leprechauns followed them to the new country. In addition, the Cherokee had little neighbors of their own who were called “Yunwi Tsunsdi,” meaning “The Little People.” The Appalachian Mountain Witches give offerings to the wee people daily. A granny woman will make offerings by leaving a bowl of cream at the back door. She will throw a bit of cornbread cake out of her window before serving the rest to her family. The Appalachian Witches also believe in spirits of the dead and seek out the guidance of ancestral spirits. One type of ancestral spirit that is feared are the angry “Haints”. One spell that protects a home against haints requires that its doors be painted Haint Blue, which is a baby blue color with a slight tint of periwinkle.

Many of the older Granny Magic spells are sung and danced; clogging is one of the forms of dance. Appalachian spells are also known to have chants, gigs, and lullabies. During Samhain and funerals the song “Auld Lang Syne” is sung. It is also sung during the secular new year.

Divination is popular with Granny Witches. Appalachian Granny Witches read tea leaves, tarot cards and regular playing cards, and clouds. They will also use bowls of dirt, sand, or water for scrying. Rods made from dogwood or other types of flowering tree such as an apple or peach tree are used for water dowsing, and metal rods are used for energy dowsing. A cauldron is usually preferred over a chalice by an Appalachian Witch. A cauldron displayed in a granny witch’s front yard lets people know that her services are available. Brooms, pottery, candles, mirrors and baskets, all made by hand in the home, are other tools used in this tradition. Appalachian witches have usually considered ritual clothing to be impractical, but some modern Appalachian Witches have begun to use ritual clothing in order to preserve their way of life and religion for future Appalachian Granny Witches.

^ Sacred Forumulas of the Cherokee Shamans by James Mooney. Cherokee Heritage Documentation Center (2008). Retrieved on 2008-06-22.
^ Sacred Formulas of the Cherokees by James Mooney. Cherokee Heritage Documentation Center (2008). Retrieved on 2008-06-22.
Retrieved from “http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Appalachian_Granny_Magic”

Cheers! #SoCS

June 30, 2018 3 Comments

Cheers!

“Cheers!” I say as I lift my weekend Margarita to my lips. The weekend tradition of brunch, cocktails, nap, and some TV watching has become a dull and repetitive routine. There is a festive feeling to getting dressed up, wearing make-up and a little sparkle. I do like the idea of enjoying dining on food I will not cook for myself. I especially like the idea that I will not be washing the dishes or otherwise cleaning up after the repast.

It is time, however, to try some kind of new shift in the activity and/or venue. I need to expand the places I visit, the cuisines I taste, and the company I keep. It is not that I no longer wish to toast, sip, and linger over cocktails. It is that I want it all to be exciting new and different. This urge hits me as I am forced to take some time off to heal a broken bone. This might be a good time to quit cocktails altogether in order to have more of a thrill when I can return to normal outings to restaurants and bars.

Although my injury is a drag, I believe the extra time I will have to myself in the near future will be useful. I have not been writing as much as I would like, or paying attention to my family tree research. I can make use of this time at home to organize and clear clutter as well as study, read, and write. It is a sabbatical I will dedicate to renewing all good cheer by eliminating the unnecessary burdens of all that which no longer serves me. This turns out to be a great opportunity to fine tune my space at home.

I have just jammed my way through this #SoCS, Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda Hill’s Life in Progress blog. Join the group on Saturday to add your own take on this prompt.

#SoCS #SoCS