Harvest Mom, dog trainer, shepherdess, spinner, naturalist, teacher, wife, friend, daughter, sister, rabid football fan, musician (barely), artist in my own mind, writer wannabe, chocoholic. Easily distracted by bright shiny objects.
The Map Man
Bridge Engineer, map follower, accidental farmer, master go-with-the-flow-er, juggler of oranges and life, world's best father. My partner (for 24 years), my best friend (for 29 years), my heart (for eternity), my balance, my obsession. The reason I am where and who I want to be.
Twelve, enthusiastic, creative, hilarious, musical, dramatic, driven, future professional dancer (and whatever else he puts his mind to). Has a zest for life and all it's many nooks and crannies.
Nine (and a half!), karate kid, sensitive, imaginative, inquisitive, affectionate, observant, thoughtful, a free spirit with an old soul. Talks to animals and trees, listens to the wind and the stars.
10 months, bubbly, silly, musically inclined, cat (and penguin!) obsessed, baby on the go
During this story, Aionwahta finds his father listening to war whoops in the night. He questions his father as to the reason for the warring of the tribes, which to this point had not affected the Onondagas. His father is unable to adequately explain why the fighting all started, just that each tribe is seeking revenge for that which the others have done to them. (Zoo Boy's drawing, below, depicts this conversation.) Suddenly they hear warriors rushing through the camp, and under Father's instructions, Aionwahta takes the women and children and hides them in the woods all night, while horrible noises come from the village. (J drew Aionwahta leading the women and children away, above.)