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The newest dress I made❤️ This fabric was given to me from my uncle Albert Francis back in 2022❤️ I finally decided to u...
07/17/2025

The newest dress I made❤️ This fabric was given to me from my uncle Albert Francis back in 2022❤️ I finally decided to use it and make this
dress❤️

𝐎𝐟 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬I am the largest land animal in North America and my picture often symbolizes the American West durin...
07/17/2025

𝐎𝐟 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬I am the largest land animal in North America and my picture often symbolizes the American West during the time of settlers, wagon trains, Cowboys and Indians, and you will even see my image on some of your money.
You likely know me as the American Buffalo, although in technical terms some of you refer to me as Bison. By what name I am known to you is not as important as the role we have played throughout life history.
When the explorer Columbus landed on Turtle Island in the late 1400's, my family population was estimated at nearly 60,000,000 and our home range was the majority of what is now called the United States, with some of our Wood Bison cousins living in the area of Canada. By 1890, our estimated population was around one thousand as we neared total extinction from being hunted by settlers, and slaughtered by others to starve out the 'Indians'.
Although some of your ancestors of that time raised concerns about this slaughter, nothing was actually done to bring it to an end as the government encouraged this killing to meet their goal of containing the Plains Indians. Sadly, this apathy among your kind continues to this day as cattle ranchers have taken land once ours to range their cattle for profit. This may not raise alarm with some of you concerning us, but consider that the greatest slaughter of my family took place between 1850 and 1890, and if we were to be killed at the rate of 1000 per day, it would take 164 of your years to complete this cycle, and yet, humans were able to achieve this in less than 40 years. This gives you an idea of what my family endured at the hands of humans.
This demonstrates the mindset of those whose life quest was based on greed for land and genocide of a native people; those who lived in harmony with their surroundings knowing that how they treated the earth and her inhabitants would come back full circle to their way of life.
Native Americans had great respect for my family members and took what they needed without killing an entire herd. We were honored with song and dance and our spirits were respected with the ensuing hunt. Our numbers were not greatly affected by their hunting as we were prolific and maintained our ability to do our part in keeping the natural world in balance.
There are many things you can learn about yourself from my family as we all share this small planet together. Native People looked to nature for lessons, warmth and livelihood and realized that all natural things are teachers and speak to us if only we take time to listen.
The males in my family can grow to around 2000 pounds and nearly 6 feet high at the shoulders, and although we may seem to be slow and cumbersome, we can run to speeds of 35 miles per hour. This is good to remember when meeting others of your species so that you don't assume one thing about that person when something entirely different may be the case. When we graze, we continue to move so we do not lay waste to the land and our hooves loosen the earth as we walk, run, or wallow which in turn makes it easier for grasses to grow and critters to dig. This is a reminder to you that there will be times you must move quickly and times to move more at ease, but whatever your pace, be considerate of what you are doing to our Earth Mother and not destroy or disrespect what is around you.
Our great strength is needed to walk this journey we have been given and will teach you that there will be times in your own life that you will need great strength to continue on your path and reach your goals. When the snow is heavy and food is scarce, we will use our massive heads to push snow aside and find grasses lying underneath. Keep in mind that as we do this, so you also can use your head in stressful situations rather than giving in to panic. Look at the whole situation, use your head (emotions don't move snow very well) and keep going until you resolve the situation or find the grass you are looking for. The cold winds of change will figuratively blow through your life from time to time and emotional winters can be endured with the right type of insulation. Our heavy winter hair is a reminder to you of this and just as you see us shed this heavy coat in the spring, so you are reminded that there will come the day you can shed the concerns you had during that winter time that settled upon your path.
Native Americans wasted nothing we had to offer. Our bones were tools and weapons, our hides clothing and shelter, our bladders water and boiling bags, and even our tails made good fly swatters. They understood, and many still understand, that taking a life is a serious thing and when this must be done, honor should be a large part of the process leaving little to zero waste. Here I would ask you humans to think about how much waste is created on your earth walk as you eat and build homes, buy new things or just get tired of what you have had for a time. Settlers and hunters were known to kill us, take our tongues and hides and leave the rest to rot on the plains. Waste created by greed and lack of respect. We Buffalo had no need for landfills nor did we bury toxic waste beneath the skin of our Earth Mother. All worked in a beautiful cycle from our birth to our fertilizing the ground in our death and in feeding others𝐎𝐟 𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬
I am the largest land animal in North America and my picture often symbolizes the American West during the time of settlers, wagon trains, Cowboys and Indians, and you will even see my image on some of your money.
You likely know me as the American Buffalo, although in technical terms some of you refer to me as Bison. By what name I am known to you is not as important as the role we have played throughout life history.
When the explorer Columbus landed on Turtle Island in the late 1400's, my family population was estimated at nearly 60,000,000 and our home range was the majority of what is now called the United States, with some of our Wood Bison cousins living in the area of Canada. By 1890, our estimated population was around one thousand as we neared total extinction from being hunted by settlers, and slaughtered by others to starve out the 'Indians'.
Although some of your ancestors of that time raised concerns about this slaughter, nothing was actually done to bring it to an end as the government encouraged this killing to meet their goal of containing the Plains Indians. Sadly, this apathy among your kind continues to this day as cattle ranchers have taken land once ours to range their cattle for profit. This may not raise alarm with some of you concerning us, but consider that the greatest slaughter of my family took place between 1850 and 1890, and if we were to be killed at the rate of 1000 per day, it would take 164 of your years to complete this cycle, and yet, humans were able to achieve this in less than 40 years. This gives you an idea of what my family endured at the hands of humans.
This demonstrates the mindset of those whose life quest was based on greed for land and genocide of a native people; those who lived in harmony with their surroundings knowing that how they treated the earth and her inhabitants would come back full circle to their way of life.
Native Americans had great respect for my family members and took what they needed without killing an entire herd. We were honored with song and dance and our spirits were respected with the ensuing hunt. Our numbers were not greatly affected by their hunting as we were prolific and maintained our ability to do our part in keeping the natural world in balance.
There are many things you can learn about yourself from my family as we all share this small planet together. Native People looked to nature for lessons, warmth and livelihood and realized that all natural things are teachers and speak to us if only we take time to listen.
The males in my family can grow to around 2000 pounds and nearly 6 feet high at the shoulders, and although we may seem to be slow and cumbersome, we can run to speeds of 35 miles per hour. This is good to remember when meeting others of your species so that you don't assume one thing about that person when something entirely different may be the case. When we graze, we continue to move so we do not lay waste to the land and our hooves loosen the earth as we walk, run, or wallow which in turn makes it easier for grasses to grow and critters to dig. This is a reminder to you that there will be times you must move quickly and times to move more at ease, but whatever your pace, be considerate of what you are doing to our Earth Mother and not destroy or disrespect what is around you.
Our great strength is needed to walk this journey we have been given and will teach you that there will be times in your own life that you will need great strength to continue on your path and reach your goals. When the snow is heavy and food is scarce, we will use our massive heads to push snow aside and find grasses lying underneath. Keep in mind that as we do this, so you also can use your head in stressful situations rather than giving in to panic. Look at the whole situation, use your head (emotions don't move snow very well) and keep going until you resolve the situation or find the grass you are looking for. The cold winds of change will figuratively blow through your life from time to time and emotional winters can be endured with the right type of insulation. Our heavy winter hair is a reminder to you of this and just as you see us shed this heavy coat in the spring, so you are reminded that there will come the day you can shed the concerns you had during that winter time that settled upon your path.
Native Americans wasted nothing we had to offer. Our bones were tools and weapons, our hides clothing and shelter, our bladders water and boiling bags, and even our tails made good fly swatters. They understood, and many still understand, that taking a life is a serious thing and when this must be done, honor should be a large part of the process leaving little to zero waste. Here I would ask you humans to think about how much waste is created on your earth walk as you eat and build homes, buy new things or just get tired of what you have had for a time. Settlers and hunters were known to kill us, take our tongues and hides and leave the rest to rot on the plains. Waste created by greed and lack of respect. We Buffalo had no need for landfills nor did we bury toxic waste beneath the skin of our Earth Mother. All worked in a beautiful cycle from our birth to our fertilizing the ground in our death and in feeding others ..
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In 1892, far from the sweeping plains of his ancestors, a Lakota warrior named Long Wolf took his last breath in London....
07/16/2025

In 1892, far from the sweeping plains of his ancestors, a Lakota warrior named Long Wolf took his last breath in London. He had traveled there as part of Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show, performing for curious crowds who had never seen a Native American before.
But after falling ill with pneumonia, Long Wolf passed quietly in a foreign land. He was buried in Brompton Cemetery, beneath a modest stone marked only by a howling wolf and a name few recognized. For over a century, he lay there — forgotten by time, and far from the people and land he called home.
Then, in 1991, something remarkable happened.
A British homemaker named Elizabeth Knight found his story in a secondhand book. She wasn’t a scholar or historian — just someone with a heart that told her this wasn’t right. That this man, this warrior, deserved more than a quiet grave under London skies.
Elizabeth began writing letters. She contacted officials. She reached out to the Lakota community. She kept pushing — not because anyone asked her to, but because she believed that honor matters, even after death.
And in 1997, after 105 years in exile, Chief Long Wolf finally came home. He was reburied with traditional rites on the Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota, surrounded by descendants, drumming, and the land of his people.
Some legacies are carried by warriors. Others are carried by those with quiet determination, a sense of justice — and a heart that refuses to forget.

~Lovely USA Native American

Should Native American man be allowed to wear their hair long at school! Traditionally, long hair was always a symbol of...
07/16/2025

Should Native American man be allowed to wear their hair long at school! Traditionally, long hair was always a symbol of masculinity.

Medicine Owl, whose Blackfeet name was Natuye Sipisto, was born in 1866 to Chief Black Bear and Many Snakes Woman of the...
07/13/2025

Medicine Owl, whose Blackfeet name was Natuye Sipisto, was born in 1866 to Chief Black Bear and Many Snakes Woman of the Pikuni (Blackfeet) Nation in northwestern Montana. He married Mountain Sheep Woman, a respected healer of the Blackfeet.
Medicine Owl was a distinguished member of both the Crazy Dogs Warrior Society and the Crow Carriers Warrior Society, traditional Blackfeet warrior societies that upheld tribal law and order. In 1899, he became Captain of the Blackfeet Tribal Police, a position he held until his death in 1919. As a lawman and a warrior, he played a significant role in maintaining peace and protecting Blackfeet lands during a time of great change.

In my language, there is no word for thank you — instead, we show gratitude through action, through honoring, through re...
07/13/2025

In my language, there is no word for thank you — instead, we show gratitude through action, through honoring, through remembering.
The is one of those actions — a living offering to our elders, our stories, and the strength of our people.
To for the powerful image, to for sharing our voice, and to for providing a home for stories to be heard— we acknowledge you with deep respect.

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07/12/2025

🎉 Just completed level 3 and am so excited to continue growing as a creator on Facebook!

Cherokee Women and Their Important Roles:Women in the Cherokee society were equal to men. They could earn the title of W...
07/12/2025

Cherokee Women and Their Important Roles:Women in the Cherokee society were equal to men. They could earn the title of War Women and sit in councils as equals. This privilege led an Irishman named Adair who traded with the Cherokee from 1736-1743 to accuse the Cherokee of having a "petticoat government".
Clan kinship followed the mother's side of the family. The children grew up in the mother's house, and it was the duty of an uncle on the mother's side to teach the boys how to hunt, fish, and perform certain tribal duties. The women owned the houses and their furnishings. Marriages were carefully negotiated, but if a woman decided to divorce her spouse, she simply placed his belongings outside the house. Cherokee women also worked hard. They cared for the children, cooked, tended the house, tanned skins, wove baskets, and cultivated the fields. Men helped with some household chores like sewing, but they spent most of their time hunting.
Cherokee girls learned by example how to be warriors and healers. They learned to weave baskets, tell stories, trade, and dance. They became mothers and wives, and learned their heritage. The Cherokee learned to adapt, and the women were the core of the Cherokee

Sitting Bull's camp in South Dakota, 1890 — a sectional view showing three individuals seated in front of a tipi.
07/12/2025

Sitting Bull's camp in South Dakota, 1890 — a sectional view showing three individuals seated in front of a tipi.

August 1874: a fleeting moment, frozen in time by photographer William H. Illingworth, captures Lt. Col. George Armstron...
07/12/2025

August 1874: a fleeting moment, frozen in time by photographer William H. Illingworth, captures Lt. Col. George Armstrong Custer and his Indian scouts huddled intently around a map in the heart of the Black Hills. Among them, the Arikara scout Bloody Knife points with unshakable focus—his expression unreadable, his fate unknowable. On the surface, it’s a scene of calm strategy under the sun. But behind the stillness brews a coming storm; less than two years later, this very scout would die beside Custer at Little Bighorn, a place now etched in history as the site of a brutal and iconic defeat.
What seems like an innocent act of mapping and exploration was in truth a mission steeped in ambition. The expedition, cloaked in the guise of science and progress, carried the deeper intent of expansion—charting resources, identifying rail routes, and ultimately, breaking sacred treaties with the Sioux Nation. Custer's tent, gifted by his railroad executive friend and emblazoned with the initials of the Northern Pacific Railroad, stands as a quiet symbol of the economic motives that drove this so-called discovery. When gold was found in the hills, it wasn’t just ore unearthed—it was the spark of a fierce and inevitable conflict.
Look closely at this photo and you’ll see more than men and maps—you’ll see the fragile threads of trust, stretched thin beneath a summer sky. This moment is a prelude, a quiet breath before the roar of history. The alliances formed here, the paths traced on parchment, and the ambitions barely concealed beneath the canvas of that tent would all collide in violence. Illingworth’s lens gives us not just an image, but a haunting glimpse into the cost of conquest—and the lives caught in its path. wolves and native forever NATIVE FOREVER Native American

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