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Know My Place??

  Throughout my life, some bigot has said that I "need to learn my place".  As if s/he were somehow qualified to decide or define where that is.  Hahahaha....!  Indn rolls on floor, wheezing & laughing.

  The first time I remember it happening, I was 5.  We had just moved to my grandmother Pearl's town.  A neighborhood boy & I were playing - until his mother came along & dragged him away, saying, "I don't you playing with any nigger bitches - especially not tipi nigger bitches."  I smacked her on the leg (all I could reach) & said, "I'm not a nigger!" & stomped home to complain to my mother.  The unsaid reference to the rest of me makes a fine joke - & a prophecy.  But more on that later. ;-)

  Needless to say, she hit the roof, & The War Was On.  Or maybe that's The Wars Were On.  No matter - we were 'there'.  I was very dark-skinned as a...  Read More

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Farriery 101, 202, etc

  I rode with the old man for several years after the incident I related earlier..  and I didn't really lie to him - I figured he didn't really mean it when he said, "If I teach you how to shoe a horse, will you go away & leave me alone?".  He should have known me better than to accept my "Sure!" at face value.

  Regardless - somehow, my farriery activities didn't reach my parents until after I was out of university for about 2 years.  I didn't do much shoeing during the 5.5 years I was in university because I worked my way thru.  I had a full-ride scholarship, but I had grown up with so much garbage from my birther about how I should be falling-down, kissing-the-earth grateful for every blessed thing she or anyone else "gave" me, I figured the 'free' scholarship was anything but, and the strings attached to it were as thick as hawser ropes...  Read More

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Farriery 101

  I was born "horse crazy".  So much so, that after I got out of college, I learned that my foster father bribed a neighbor not to tell me he & his wife had horses.  Actually, ponies.  They had show hackneys.  No matter - 4 legs, a mane, a tail, & they whinnied.

  I have had a lot of "firsts" in my life.  I never did anything in order to be the first one to do it; I did whatever it was because It Interested Me.  Shoeing horses Interested me, as did Blacksmithing.

  A blacksmith is one who forges iron or iron alloys, but doesn't necessarily know squat about horse-shoeing, which is properly called "farriery".  A farrier is one who shoes horses, but doesn't necessarily know squat about blacksmithing.  Blacksmithing is broken down into such categories as general founding, bellfounding, cutlery, surgical tools, architectural work, etc., etc. ...  Read More

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Driving

  In the Ndn Way, we adopt a lot of people, & the terms 'uncle' & 'auntie' are both relational & honorary, without further definition.  My Uncle Sam was my uncle; blood ties or lack were irrelevant - and still are today.  I say this so you don't ask me if he was my 'real' uncle or not.  If I call him 'uncle', that's enough.

  My Uncle Sam owned a load brokerage.  That's a place where semis come & drop loads of one commodity & (with luck) get another so they don't have to run back empty (called "dead-heading").  Given the cost of running a semi, dead-heading is not at all popular.

  The brokerage yard is a very busy place & they always need someone to spot the trucks (help the drivers back their rigs into spaces).  Uncle Sam wanted me, but I was too short for the drivers to see me easily - so Uncle Sam & the drivers decided I should learn to drive! ...  Read More

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High School

   When I got to high school, I got an intensive course in "the more things change the more they stay the same".  The bullying efforts got worse, for example, but not from any teacher.

  But when you reach high school, there are more pressures to drink (today, to use dope), to "do It", and to otherwise conform.  It's as if there is a force acting to prevent individuals from expressing their individuality at the time when they should be making their first big strides in expressing individuality.  Bummer!

  I am of the opinion that the more someone pushes me to do something that will decrease my control of my self & of my situation, the more I should resist because they don't have my best interests in sight.  Then too, my birther was a heavy drinker, and I didn't want to be anything like her in such respects.  Here we stumble onto a Catch-22.

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