Thursday, April 18, 2019

Potawatomi Wives


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The 26 eclectic-genre short stories for my #AtoZChallenge are excerpts from travelogue notes by
novel character Gahlen, who first appeared in SHARDS OF MEMORY – Oral History in a Heartbeat.

Each A-to-Z daily post is a complete, stand-alone tale.


Potawatomi Wives
Genre: Historical Non-Fiction
(326 words)

Born to a highly respected Potawatomi chief, she was considered an excellent mate for a younger chief. That she had sisters who were also of marriageable age added to her attraction. Soon she and one of her younger sisters were the first of the chief’s brides.
She gave birth to the first of his offspring, a boy and two girls, before her sister began to reproduce. That allowed her to have the most say in events that accepted a woman’s participation. In 1826, her final decision as his wife was to refuse to burden him with her continued presence when the threat of annihilation swept the plains of Wisconsin.

The old woman turned to her young companion. “That squaw saved our people by risking her own life to warn us of a dangerous storm brewing.”
As the girl gazed toward the clouds, the woman smiled.
“Not a rain storm,” she said. “Many government officials want to disband our nation. They are spreading untruths about an uprising among the different tribes. If they convince the white population that we are dangerous to their existence, the true uprising will be against our people.”
“Is that why grandfather is taking all of our fathers and brothers away?” the girl asked.
“Yes. It is no longer safe for them to remain in open areas where the government is stirring up trouble. They must band together in smaller units to ward off devastating attacks from enemies unknown.”
“But when will they return for us, grandmother?”
“Oh, dear child, I fear we must expect to live out our lives away from the sheltering shadow of our great chief. He cannot preserve our heritage while burdened with worries over the likes of us.”
“Are we not as important to him as all the others?”
“Quite the opposite. We are far more important to him because he trusts that we will survive without his constant surveillance. Our inner strength is, in fact, his salvation.”

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Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Ocean Crossing Incident


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The 26 eclectic-genre short stories for my #AtoZChallenge are excerpts from travelogue notes by
novel character Gahlen, who first appeared in SHARDS OF MEMORY – Oral History in a Heartbeat.

Each A-to-Z daily post is a complete, stand-alone tale.

By Illustrated London News - Copied and digitised from an image appearing in the Illustrated London News, April 13, 1844, p, 229.http://www.portcities.org.uk/london/server/show/conMediaFile.7791/Below-deck-on-the-emigrant-ship-St-Vincent.html, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=67635282

Ocean Crossing Incident
Genre: Shipboard Mystery
(383 words)

The woman dragged her shipping trunk through a tangle of impatient emigrants, a sunbonnet concealing her anxiety. She inched toward the boarding ramp as others were checked through. Two persons near her age claimed their place in line. The younger one, Sissy, introduced herself and her sister Mattie. Sissy displayed her boarding pass. The bonneted woman noticed their bunks adjoined and said her name was Rene.
Passengers hauled their belongings to decks below. Information spread concerning usage of buckets behind curtained facilities; cook stove locations; and distribution of morning rations. Believing everything well-organized, Rene slept through to dawn when chaos resumed.
Crews allocated supplies. Arguments erupted over wait-time for the facilities. Cries of hungry babies filled the confines of steerage where the majority of passengers were assigned.
Sissy escaped topside. Mattie invited Rene to chat on her bunk. Each called Saxony home. Both were unmarried with no likely prospects. Rene stroked a purple satchel, withdrawing her hand when Mattie claimed it contained sterling silver. When Sissy returned, Mattie grabbed the satchel and headed toward the facilities.
“Mattie looks flushed,” Sissy said. “Did you discuss marital status?”
“Only the lack of prospects.”
“She had a husband, once,” Sissy whispered. “Since things got nasty, she avoids mentioning him.”
Concerned, Rene asked if he was onboard.
“Nah, Mattie says he took a different ship entirely.”
Upon returning, Mattie suggested going topside. Rene eagerly agreed. Sissy napped instead.
Crowds on deck made it difficult to move. Rene located the cooking area and stopped to check the ovens. Mattie walked toward the ship’s railing.
Alerted to heightening turmoil, Rene soon followed, spotting the purple satchel as Mattie tumbled overboard. Above the hysteria, a melodious voice rose. Realizing the woman was lost to the sea, others joined in Sissy’s hymn. While the captain recited a prayer, the ship sailed on.
Days later, Rene asked Sissy about the silverware.
“Mattie had secrets,” Sissy admitted. “After her husband turned nasty again, she shot him and stuffed the body down an abandoned well.”
“Then he couldn’t have stolen her sterling silverware.”
“There was no silverware, only rusty nails Mattie picked off the barn floor for weapons against onboard attackers.”
Rene took to her bunk, heavy with exhaustion. She had suspected the reason Mattie sank so quickly. Now she understood why Mattie jumped.

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