Thursday, November 15, 2012
Narrative Story
THE STORY OF HOW TREES CAME TO BE
Once there was an Indian named Amosie. Amosie village was hard to breath in because there weren’t a lot of plants. One day Amosie wanted to find a source that could let people breathe better. So, he went to his neighbors garden and looked at different types of plant. He noticed one type of plant that look different, he asked his neighbor, Mr. Wakitaki ( the one who will invent Walkie Talkies later on) what type of plant it was. He told Amosie that it was called a “ Tree”. Mr. Wakitaki gave Amosie seeds that were apparently going to let him grow a tree. Amosie ran home eagerly and planted the seeds in his backyard, hoping something great would grow. The next day he checked on his seed and there was nothing there. Months and months passed by and eventually Amosie forgot about the tree. Then, one day, he saw about two inches of something growing out of the ground. He ran over to the spot where the tree was and sure enough, there was a sprout of a tree. His tree grew and grew over long periods of time and soon the tree was as tall as he. He noticed that when he was near the tree he could breathe much better. One time a dog came along and rolled around by the tree. Mini seeds fell off and rooled over to different spots. New trees began to grow and people would come into Amosie’s backyard just to see the trees. They bought seeds from him and he became a very rich man. Now we have trees today and we breathe very well partly because of them.
Once there was an Indian named Amosie. Amosie village was hard to breath in because there weren’t a lot of plants. One day Amosie wanted to find a source that could let people breathe better. So, he went to his neighbors garden and looked at different types of plant. He noticed one type of plant that look different, he asked his neighbor, Mr. Wakitaki ( the one who will invent Walkie Talkies later on) what type of plant it was. He told Amosie that it was called a “ Tree”. Mr. Wakitaki gave Amosie seeds that were apparently going to let him grow a tree. Amosie ran home eagerly and planted the seeds in his backyard, hoping something great would grow. The next day he checked on his seed and there was nothing there. Months and months passed by and eventually Amosie forgot about the tree. Then, one day, he saw about two inches of something growing out of the ground. He ran over to the spot where the tree was and sure enough, there was a sprout of a tree. His tree grew and grew over long periods of time and soon the tree was as tall as he. He noticed that when he was near the tree he could breathe much better. One time a dog came along and rolled around by the tree. Mini seeds fell off and rooled over to different spots. New trees began to grow and people would come into Amosie’s backyard just to see the trees. They bought seeds from him and he became a very rich man. Now we have trees today and we breathe very well partly because of them.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Diary #1
September 30th, 1842
Dear Diary,
I’m Mohaka. I am 12 years old and I live in Calhoun, Georgia. I am an only child. My mother is called TukiTuki and my father is called Strongman. I live in the middle of nowhere and I only have one friend.
My friend’s name is Youngbird. She was parted from her family in the Trail of Tears. The Trail of Tears was when all of the Indians were relocated to places around Georgia and Florida. I am lucky because I was born in Georgia, so I didn’t have to take part in this terrible action of the white peoples prejudice against Indians. Youngbird and I do everything together. She is only eight, but I love her imagination and her creativeness. It always brings my mood up when I’m having a bad day.
Today, Youngbird and I are going to the trading post with my mother. The trading post is a place where you can buy, sell, and trade all sorts of things. It is seven miles away from home but we only go there every twelve sunsets so it is not that bad. We walk in silence until Youngbird spots a bird.
She cries out “Look Look! There is a tsisgwa!” or bird.
I laugh and remind myself of how young she is. She flaps her ‘wings’ and makes odd bird noises. When we get to the store, Ma lets me and Youngbird pick out one thing. I know what Youngbird is going to get, a Mexican jumping bean! She has a whole collection of them. My family is very wealthy compared to others. Pa is a blacksmith, and Ma is a nurse. I went over to the candy section and picked out a piece of licorice. All of a sudden, I hear a crash! I run over to the toy area and Youngbird is sitting on the ground with the whole shelf of toys on top of her. “Help me Mohaka!”
I take the shelf of her tiny little head and the store owner comes and starts yelling at Youngbird. Poor thing! She is crying by the time my Ma comes. We pay for our items and then hustle out. I give Youngbird a piece of my licorice and tell her that everything is going to be alright.
Mohaka
Dear Diary,
I’m Mohaka. I am 12 years old and I live in Calhoun, Georgia. I am an only child. My mother is called TukiTuki and my father is called Strongman. I live in the middle of nowhere and I only have one friend.
My friend’s name is Youngbird. She was parted from her family in the Trail of Tears. The Trail of Tears was when all of the Indians were relocated to places around Georgia and Florida. I am lucky because I was born in Georgia, so I didn’t have to take part in this terrible action of the white peoples prejudice against Indians. Youngbird and I do everything together. She is only eight, but I love her imagination and her creativeness. It always brings my mood up when I’m having a bad day.
Today, Youngbird and I are going to the trading post with my mother. The trading post is a place where you can buy, sell, and trade all sorts of things. It is seven miles away from home but we only go there every twelve sunsets so it is not that bad. We walk in silence until Youngbird spots a bird.
She cries out “Look Look! There is a tsisgwa!” or bird.
I laugh and remind myself of how young she is. She flaps her ‘wings’ and makes odd bird noises. When we get to the store, Ma lets me and Youngbird pick out one thing. I know what Youngbird is going to get, a Mexican jumping bean! She has a whole collection of them. My family is very wealthy compared to others. Pa is a blacksmith, and Ma is a nurse. I went over to the candy section and picked out a piece of licorice. All of a sudden, I hear a crash! I run over to the toy area and Youngbird is sitting on the ground with the whole shelf of toys on top of her. “Help me Mohaka!”
I take the shelf of her tiny little head and the store owner comes and starts yelling at Youngbird. Poor thing! She is crying by the time my Ma comes. We pay for our items and then hustle out. I give Youngbird a piece of my licorice and tell her that everything is going to be alright.
Mohaka
Diary #2
October 1, 1842
Dear Diary,
Today I have a math lesson. Since my parents were both educated when they were my age and I live forty five miles away from the nearest school, my Ma teaches me when she is not making rounds to the sick.
After my math lesson, With consists of multiplying multi-digit numbers, I take a short break and go make a leaf pile with Youngbird. We use our hands to rake in the leaves and then Youngbird takes a running start and jumps into the pile! We laugh and have a good time. Then my Pa leans his head out of the cabin and said it was time for lunch.
Lunch consisted of squash, bean, and pumpkin soup. It was delicious! I assume Youngbird thinks so too because when I look over at her, her plate looked as if it had been licked clean.
After lunch, Youngbird and I help my father carve designs into a canoe that a family wanted us to make. once we are done with it, we have to carry it seventeen miles to another blacksmith shop where we will meet the family there.
At dinner we pray to the Deer God, and the Medicine Men.
" We only kill what is needed to feed our families, and we are sorry."
My family has memorized the Deer God speech since I was two. This was very important to do. We do not want the Deer God to be angry with us or he might take away all of the deer in our land. Our Medicine Men are very skilled. They could make medicine with roots of trees and plant herbs. They were more skilled than white people. Sometime they even worked with white doctors. I am tucked into my blankets and kissed on top of my head. Good night sun.
Mohaka
Dear Diary,
Today I have a math lesson. Since my parents were both educated when they were my age and I live forty five miles away from the nearest school, my Ma teaches me when she is not making rounds to the sick.
After my math lesson, With consists of multiplying multi-digit numbers, I take a short break and go make a leaf pile with Youngbird. We use our hands to rake in the leaves and then Youngbird takes a running start and jumps into the pile! We laugh and have a good time. Then my Pa leans his head out of the cabin and said it was time for lunch.
Lunch consisted of squash, bean, and pumpkin soup. It was delicious! I assume Youngbird thinks so too because when I look over at her, her plate looked as if it had been licked clean.
After lunch, Youngbird and I help my father carve designs into a canoe that a family wanted us to make. once we are done with it, we have to carry it seventeen miles to another blacksmith shop where we will meet the family there.
At dinner we pray to the Deer God, and the Medicine Men.
" We only kill what is needed to feed our families, and we are sorry."
My family has memorized the Deer God speech since I was two. This was very important to do. We do not want the Deer God to be angry with us or he might take away all of the deer in our land. Our Medicine Men are very skilled. They could make medicine with roots of trees and plant herbs. They were more skilled than white people. Sometime they even worked with white doctors. I am tucked into my blankets and kissed on top of my head. Good night sun.
Mohaka
Diary #3
October 2, 1842
Dear Diary,
Today I am learning how to read. Ma teaches me how to sound out different letters and then put them together to make a word. Then I put the words together to make sentences.
“ R-A-T rat C-A-T cat S-A-T sat M-A-T mat” I recite.
“ Very good.” my Ma says.
After a long morning of learning, Youngbird and I go to the prairie and play tag in the grass. We run and run and then lay down in the grass, feeling like the world is spinning all around us. I stood up and brushed the hay off of my skirts. Youngbird runs around gleefully and yells in happiness. I joined her and sing out loud. I don’t know what could have been a better day.
For lunch we help my Ma make hot stew with deer meat and chicken water. First we have to soak the chicken in water and let that sit for a while. While the chicken is soaking, we cook the fresh deer meat over the fire and then cut off the fat. We also cut the deer into little bite-sized pieces. After that we take the water that the chicken was sitting in and mixed it with the deer meat. Ma lets us taste it and it is delicious!
“ My little taste testers.”Ma says.
We’d be glad to taste anytime, I thought.
Finally, I help Youngbird brush her dolls hair.
“Why do white people treat us badly?”Youngbird asks.
“ I don’t know. White people are confusing. They don’t like us but we have never done anything wrong to them.”I replied. I make a mental note to ask Ma about it later.
For dinner is the stew we made for lunch. Bye-Bye!
Mohaka
Dear Diary,
Today I am learning how to read. Ma teaches me how to sound out different letters and then put them together to make a word. Then I put the words together to make sentences.
“ R-A-T rat C-A-T cat S-A-T sat M-A-T mat” I recite.
“ Very good.” my Ma says.
After a long morning of learning, Youngbird and I go to the prairie and play tag in the grass. We run and run and then lay down in the grass, feeling like the world is spinning all around us. I stood up and brushed the hay off of my skirts. Youngbird runs around gleefully and yells in happiness. I joined her and sing out loud. I don’t know what could have been a better day.
For lunch we help my Ma make hot stew with deer meat and chicken water. First we have to soak the chicken in water and let that sit for a while. While the chicken is soaking, we cook the fresh deer meat over the fire and then cut off the fat. We also cut the deer into little bite-sized pieces. After that we take the water that the chicken was sitting in and mixed it with the deer meat. Ma lets us taste it and it is delicious!
“ My little taste testers.”Ma says.
We’d be glad to taste anytime, I thought.
Finally, I help Youngbird brush her dolls hair.
“Why do white people treat us badly?”Youngbird asks.
“ I don’t know. White people are confusing. They don’t like us but we have never done anything wrong to them.”I replied. I make a mental note to ask Ma about it later.
For dinner is the stew we made for lunch. Bye-Bye!
Mohaka
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