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The Faithkeepers School is a non-profit, grassroots effort that provides an education following traditional language, customs and ceremonies of the Iroquoian Longhouse and the culture of the Allegany Seneca People.
The Faithkeepers School came into existence in 1998 through the efforts of Lehman "Dar" Dowdy and his wife Sandy. "Dar" is head Faith keeper, and Speaker in the Longhouse on the Allegany Territory. Sandy taught Seneca language, and culture for 12 years in the Salamanca Central School. She now devotes all her time to the Faith keeper's School.
Dar states; "Our mission is to preserve and maintain the traditional Seneca language, culture and customs. Our Seneca language gives meaning to our ancient Seneca customs, ceremonies, history and laws. It is the elders who possess the knowledge and wisdom of our Seneca heritage. It has always been that way.
Those who can think and speak in Seneca number fewer than 5% of the Seneca population and now there is an increasing sense of urgency whenever a fluent Seneca speaking elder passes on.
Our identity depends on how we fulfill our responsibilities to our children. The knowledgeable ones teaching young minds is the key that ensures our Seneca language, customs and traditions will remain alive and constant".
Monday, October 13, 2008
Tear Stained Pillow
I promised myself when I started this journey of blogging that I would have no sadness written here. Life is good, it is a gift and I thoroughly enjoy every minute. Well, not every minute perhaps. Because in our good lives, as we enjoy the morsel of minutes, there is an aftertaste of sorrow. This week has had several of those minutes. I have been drowning in tears.Tuesday night, so late that it was near to ringing in Halloween, a friend of mine lost her youngest child. He was shot by her boyfriend during a domestic dispute. I have told close friends and family that while I was shocked when I received the phone call, I am not surprised. This man whom she called her boyfriend was no friend at all.My friend had been in this relationship for a few years. I remember when she met this man. I met him within a few days of her meeting him and I knew. Been there, done that. I knew right away that he was trouble. Always go with the gut. But she was ga-ga with his over the top personality and charm. Most of all she was lonely. Abuse predators take advantage of this. For some reason there are women who like the bad boys out there, those who will control your very soul. So I began my journey with her from light hearted friend to a tear stained pillow.She had worked hard that day ~ standing on one's feet, cutting, coloring, styling, combing hair can be quite tiring. When she came home from work, hungry, exhausted, just wanting to crash, he was there. He was always there. He wouldn't, couldn't keep a job. She was his mule. His meal pass. His puppet.She wanted to rest, he wanted to talk. About what she doesn't do right. Her youngest son, beautiful ~ full of life's promise, hope and love and only 18 years old ~ was there. He sought to break up the argument and got shot. The bullet was intended for his mother. In that split second he became a martyr. What mother would imagine that. What mother wants that. What mother can live with that.For any woman who has been or is, a victim of domestic abuse, please ~ please ~ please get help. There are agencies, shelters, pastors, counselors, FRIENDS - real friends that don't smile and say words that tickle your ears - who help with this issue. Listen to them. They care. There are always warning signs. The first berating dialogue, the first raised fist. Leave. They don't need you; they will find another victim. You cannot change them. Just leave. Please, just leave.
I promised myself when I started this journey of blogging that I would have no sadness written here. Life is good, it is a gift and I thoroughly enjoy every minute. Well, not every minute perhaps. Because in our good lives, as we enjoy the morsel of minutes, there is an aftertaste of sorrow. This week has had several of those minutes. I have been drowning in tears.Tuesday night, so late that it was near to ringing in Halloween, a friend of mine lost her youngest child. He was shot by her boyfriend during a domestic dispute. I have told close friends and family that while I was shocked when I received the phone call, I am not surprised. This man whom she called her boyfriend was no friend at all.My friend had been in this relationship for a few years. I remember when she met this man. I met him within a few days of her meeting him and I knew. Been there, done that. I knew right away that he was trouble. Always go with the gut. But she was ga-ga with his over the top personality and charm. Most of all she was lonely. Abuse predators take advantage of this. For some reason there are women who like the bad boys out there, those who will control your very soul. So I began my journey with her from light hearted friend to a tear stained pillow.She had worked hard that day ~ standing on one's feet, cutting, coloring, styling, combing hair can be quite tiring. When she came home from work, hungry, exhausted, just wanting to crash, he was there. He was always there. He wouldn't, couldn't keep a job. She was his mule. His meal pass. His puppet.She wanted to rest, he wanted to talk. About what she doesn't do right. Her youngest son, beautiful ~ full of life's promise, hope and love and only 18 years old ~ was there. He sought to break up the argument and got shot. The bullet was intended for his mother. In that split second he became a martyr. What mother would imagine that. What mother wants that. What mother can live with that.For any woman who has been or is, a victim of domestic abuse, please ~ please ~ please get help. There are agencies, shelters, pastors, counselors, FRIENDS - real friends that don't smile and say words that tickle your ears - who help with this issue. Listen to them. They care. There are always warning signs. The first berating dialogue, the first raised fist. Leave. They don't need you; they will find another victim. You cannot change them. Just leave. Please, just leave.
Monday, September 8, 2008
New Photo's...
These are photo's from Bill's trip to his Aunt and Uncles that he went with his other Aunt...They had a great time and he was glad he went...next time I may be able to make it with him...
Monday, August 25, 2008
Monday, June 9, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Pay It Forward!
Something challenged me to get involved in a Pay It Forward Exchange. It’s based on the concept of the movie Pay it Forward, where acts or deeds of kindness are done without expecting something in return, just passing it on, with hope that the recipients of the acts of kindness will continue to pass it on.
Here’s how it works: I will make and send a handmade gift (quilted or something else) to the first 3 people who leave a comment to this post requesting to join this Pay It Forward exchange. As I'm already booked for weeks, my plan is to send out the handmade items in June/July. I will email each person for their mailing address and send the handmade gift when completed.
What YOU have to do in return, then, is Pay it Forward by making the same promise on your blog to 3 different people. Unfortunately, this is only possible for those of who have a blog.
So, who wants to Pay it Forward? Leave me a message.
Here’s how it works: I will make and send a handmade gift (quilted or something else) to the first 3 people who leave a comment to this post requesting to join this Pay It Forward exchange. As I'm already booked for weeks, my plan is to send out the handmade items in June/July. I will email each person for their mailing address and send the handmade gift when completed.
What YOU have to do in return, then, is Pay it Forward by making the same promise on your blog to 3 different people. Unfortunately, this is only possible for those of who have a blog.
So, who wants to Pay it Forward? Leave me a message.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
January Snow !
I just had to share this photo with everyone ! This is what I see when I am on the computer working...I think it is a beautiful view of the property going back into the woods...Just about everyday I see deer crossing threw searching for food...they always make there way to my Hubby's Grapevines. I also have a berry patch of Red Raspberries and a few Strawberries growing. I have already started thinking about planting season and what to add...Closing to our home I need to work on the Herb garden and hope to add few more Rose bushes...just love to look at them and there fragrance fills the air... We are so Bless to have the chance to watch the seasons change and the beauty of what they can bring to shine...Hope you enjoy! Have a Beautiful Day!!!
Monday, January 7, 2008
I Love Quilting!
As I start off this New Year! I am reminded of the passion and love for Quilting consumes me with great delight.....I have been web surfing and have come upon a few blogs that I enjoyed reading...and for that reason I hope to improve the content on my blog...
I will start off stating that in my childhood of 8 yrs old is when I started to sew and made my first baby doll quilt...I also made baby doll clothes and then Barbie doll clothes...By the time I was 11 yrs old I was making clothes for myself with my own ideas of what I should wear...needless to say with my long legs - jeans were never long enough and that is where I started making my own jeans...that grew into and few quilts and my own wedding dress for me and my wedding party dresses...it was hard to find shite velvet wedding gowns back then...but they were made with a lot of love from me...As I started to have a family and my Dear Hubby was the receiver of many of the items that came next to make and he wore them proudly!!! My children became the wearers of the clothes I made next and for years and years...I think I am correct in saying they were also proud as they offered my services for there friends to have clothes made by me...
So now I am back to full time Quilting and designing blocks to make more and more quilts ever...How lucky can one person be? I consider myself very lucky to be able to create and quilt as I desire...
Well that is a brief story as how I got start in this passion and God Willing hope to continue as long as I can...
I will start off stating that in my childhood of 8 yrs old is when I started to sew and made my first baby doll quilt...I also made baby doll clothes and then Barbie doll clothes...By the time I was 11 yrs old I was making clothes for myself with my own ideas of what I should wear...needless to say with my long legs - jeans were never long enough and that is where I started making my own jeans...that grew into and few quilts and my own wedding dress for me and my wedding party dresses...it was hard to find shite velvet wedding gowns back then...but they were made with a lot of love from me...As I started to have a family and my Dear Hubby was the receiver of many of the items that came next to make and he wore them proudly!!! My children became the wearers of the clothes I made next and for years and years...I think I am correct in saying they were also proud as they offered my services for there friends to have clothes made by me...
So now I am back to full time Quilting and designing blocks to make more and more quilts ever...How lucky can one person be? I consider myself very lucky to be able to create and quilt as I desire...
Well that is a brief story as how I got start in this passion and God Willing hope to continue as long as I can...
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