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Powhatan 1545-1618I recently received an advisory of a DNA match from my ancestry.com account that has brought me to a very exciting destination. This very famous Native American, the very same one we learned about in grade school, is my ancestor. I am excited, but want to verify all my results with more evidence. The DNA was from the Little family, and they brought me the information about all these Native American ancestors. I have not had a DNA test that has found any Native DNA. These results area combination of DNA, and record keeping (which can be faulty and has brought me to felonious conclusions in the past). I hope I can conclusively prove all the data, but in the meantime I am excited! It looks like my mother is descended from Pocahantas’ sister, Cleopatra.
Powhatan (born June 17, 1545; died April 1618), whose proper name was Wahunsenacawh (alternately spelled Wahunsenacah, Wahunsunacock or Wahunsonacock), was the paramount chief of Tsenacommacah, an alliance of Algonquian-speaking Virginia Indians in the Tidewater region of Virginia at the time English settlers landed at Jamestown in 1607.
Powhatan, alternately called “King” or “Chief” Powahatan by the English, led the main political and military power facing the early colonists, was probably the older brother of Opechancanough, who led attacks against the English in 1622 and 1644. He was the father of Pocahontas, who eventually converted to Christianity and married the English settler John Rolfe.
Captain John Smith described Powhatan as “…a tall well proportioned man… his head some what grey…. His age near 60; of a very able and hardy body to endure any labour. What he commandeth they dare not disobey in the least thing.”
Powhatan’s Cloak in a museum at Oxford
Powhatan Village called Towne of SecotonPowhatan. The ruling chief and practically the founder of the Powhatan confederacy (q. v.) in Virginia at the period of the first English settlement. His proper name was Wahunsonacock, but he was commonly known as Powhatan from one of his- favorite residences at the falls of James r. (Richmond). According to Smith, of some 30 cognate tribes subject to his rule in 1607, all but six were his own conquests. At the time of the coming of the English, Powhatan is represented to have been about 60 years of age, of dignified bearing, and reserved and stern disposition. His first attitude toward the whites was friendly although suspicious, but he soon became embittered by the exactions of the newcomers. On the treacherous seizure of his favorite daughter, Pocahontas (q. v.), in 1613, he became openly hostile, but was happily converted for the time through her marriage to Rolfe. He died in 1618, leaving the succession to his brother, Opitchapan, who however was soon superseded by a younger brother, the noted Opechancanough.
Chief Wahunsonacock Powhatan (1547 – 1618)
14th great-grandfather
Princess Cleopatra Shawano Powhatan (1590 – 1680)
daughter of Chief Wahunsonacock Powhatan
Pride Chalakahatha Elizabeth (Cornstalk) Shawnee (1615 – 1679)
daughter of Princess Cleopatra Shawano Powhatan
Trader Tom Amatoya Carpenter Moytoy (1635 – 1693)
son of Pride Chalakahatha Elizabeth (Cornstalk) Shawnee
Quasty Woman (1650 – 1692)
daughter of Trader Tom Amatoya Carpenter Moytoy
Delaware Indian Fivekiller (1674 – 1741)
son of Quasty Woman
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
ChaosIf we are not here to bargain, bully, and descend a long path
What kind of interior purpose can possibly be served by wrath?
Disconnected, left spinning in whirlwinds of violence and grief
This chaotic background story has stolen peace like a thief
Our time is corrupted, our spaces are polluted by flowing greed
Where can we look for the insight and harmony we all need?
Intuitive Astrology Forecast June 2018 by Tanaaz May brought many shifts including Uranus entering Taurus for the first time in 84 years, but moving into June, things are going to settle and we are going to be able to slow down and catch our breath.
via Intuitive Astrology Forecast June 2018 — In a Love World
Beneath the sea of glass the tidal forces pull
Strange debris left behind at the beach out to sea
The tangled mass of garbage wraps itself around
Coral reefs and living creatures without mercy
Our casual mindless set of values is strangling
The life from the ocean and the beauty from the shore
Join Poets from around the world each day in April to read, write, and recite poetry. Find new poets here. Submit your own work for fun. Enjoy!
If I could put my finger on exactly what is missing
It would be easy to replace or at least replicate
The times we spent dancing, singing, learning to fly
The laughs we collected being silly as hell still abide
In the deepest memories of youth, folly and pride
Your presence has blessed me since you departed
I have not forgotten the dreams of the open-hearted
This poem is dedicated to Kristina Rudolf, dearly departed dancer with whom I shared many a soul dance. Check out other poems and poets at NaPoWriMo.net. The fun continues all month.
Time passes quickly as the words fly through my mind
Fits and starts of creative linguistic crap is what I find
Will I become a poet in the future when I no longer care?
Or will my visions continue to languish about in the air?
Nobody knows, certainly not me
Join poets from around the globe for National Poetry Writing Month. Read, write, and contribute here all month.
Desert wind blows clouds
Past the horizon
Infinity calls
Wilderness holds secrets known only to the creatures who inhabit the place
Our visiting feet pass by too quickly to feel the rhythm underground
We keep the earbuds on and miss the harmonic symphony of nature’s sound
Our vision is impaired by limits we accepted without thinking for ourselves
After this picnic comes and goes this will always belong to fairies and elves
To find our place in this puzzle we must look at the world we think we rule
With respect for all sentient beings, every wizard, clown, teacher, and fool
This is a response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, and it is also the 5th day of #NaPoWriMo2018. This post is killing two poetry birds with one stone. Enjoy the other writers who create responses to this photo on Sue’s Echo. Read, write, and comment on the poets by following the hashtag #NaPoWriMo. It is all poetry all the time in April!! Enjoy!
Sails ripped to shreds in the blasted all night rain storm,
That tiny leaking wooden boat listed to port sadly sinking,
Drunken sailors wearing tattered, filthy rags, bodies barely warm
Had no sustenance their rotten spoiled provisions all stinking
They passed a small island full of greedy giant vultures
The sky filled with black wings soaring, silently hunting
The ship of justice, once proud and elegant, had run aground
Today is day 4 of National Poetry Writing Month. Join the fun to read, write, recite here. 30 poems in 30 days!! Enjoy!
She shimmered and shone as she ascended to float
Above the streets where traffic had screeched to a halt
They stood on rooftops and sidewalks to watch her
Because this kind of night ride in the air was a new thing
They did not know if she was an illusion or a prank
After she rose into the upper atmosphere they told me
Her garments had been sent from heaven just for her
They told us all she was a symbol of peace and power
We never believed a word of it. We knew the truth.
This is day 3 of National Poetry Writing Month. Join us for 30 poems in 30 days. Read, write, and enjoy other poets here. There are no limits. Everyone is invited to participate.