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Good evening. This is Indian world and this is your host John Talley. Well it may be Tuesday night for you but it's Saturday night for me and this is the big night of Rose Festival here in Portland, Oregon. We'd like to welcome many of you out there who are not usually around here in the Indian world and we'd like to also bring you a few announcements about powwows, forthcoming powwows about Balkano art, some neat music by Tom Bark, some beautiful material from Radio Canada, Indian songs and ballads by Willy Dunn and some other goodies but before we do let's go back to our theme. But I want you.

Well, school is out and Rose Festival is here and the powwow trail is wide open. We start off today with the Rose Festival powwow at Delta Park and unfortunately we're still getting volcanic ash and things are a little bit gray out there not to mention

the rain which came with things and I'm afraid there were a few wet feathers out there Delta Park but there were warm hearts and with good reason. Among other things we had the pleasure of being associated with the Miss Indian Northwest contest with the kind regards of our friend Barbara Farmer who worked very, very hard to produce this feature for the annual powwow and before I forget all about it let's talk about who the contestants were entered in there the Miss Indian Northwest contest where Shondell Shui, Miss Lakota Club, who's a clamith, Tina Elkins, a Cree Nuxak Yakima, a triple threat, the former Miss Tinawit, Ruby Leclerc, Shoshoney Banak, who's Miss Shoban also, she's from Fort Hall, Brandi Goode Buffalo, a Luisanyo Indian from California who's Miss International Wardads and Minnie Rose Yatin from Warm Springs, she's the 1980

Miss Warm Springs so we had really some very good people to choose from very lovely ladies who brought many talents to this contest all of these are title holders from other contests around and it was rather an interesting experience for yours truly because we'd never participated before in such a thing we thought maybe we're just popularity contests or maybe beauty contests but we found that these women brought all kinds of talents in art and needle work in our oral traditions and knowledge about traditional foods, many many different things one young lady for example showed exhibits of many pieces of needlework she'd done which were very fine and imaginative and original we also experienced one woman talking first a little bit and showing samples of some traditional Indian root foods and then performing

a harvest dance showing the search for the roots and the process of digging them up and then what amounts to I guess a dance of gratitude to the great spirit for providing all these good things to eat and then we heard poetry recited and we saw sign language performed and just really all kinds of examples of the Indian arts crafts and Indian culture and it was really a joy to be a part of this the judges were Mr. Art Pencil who is the chairman of the solets confederated tribes Dora Palmis a Navajo woman from Portland Oregon and Florence Wheeler Shoshone Bannock and now for the winners for those of you who may not have heard the third place winner was Minnie Rose Yatin the second place runner up is Tina Elkins a Queen Nuxak Yakima and Miss Indian Northwest for 1980 Ruby Leclaire from the Shoshone Bannock

tribe who's also Miss Chauban Ruby Leclaire we salute you Miss Indian Northwest 1980 you know there's so many interesting things that happen at these powwows I can never talk about the powwows too much because they're just so rich in experience our people get together and do more than dance we share many many things and we talk over the beautiful things that have happened to us in the past and the things that we like about food and we tell about different conferences that have taken place and some of the funny things that each other may have accomplished during the course of a year's time or whatever and we exchange all kinds of information and there's good eating there and there's dancing singing lots of things to do all kinds of crafts for sale and stuff you can take home with you well

the next powwow in line is payumsha and our friends at warm springs will always be remembered for their hospitality at playumshone that's June 2021 and 22 so don't forget you better mark that on your calendar playumshone days June 2021 22 that's next weekend we hope that folks didn't get too disheartened by the weather out there today and that Sunday it proves to be a sunny day we certainly had our share of volcanic ash and rain mixture out there was literally mud falling and that's not much fun but people work around it I'm sure the stick game took a lot of their attention away from the weather once you get involved and that's a little hard to worry about much anything else we're going to have a little bit of music right now from our friend Tom Bark and before we start on Tom Bark let me talk

to you just a little bit about Tom Tom does Indian music but he does modern Indian music and we've really gotten some very favorable responses about him he's by birthday Cherokee he writes music he plays music and I hope that if you can remember this he's on leprechaun records we pick this one up by accident but I'm certainly going to get in touch with leprechaun see if he's done any other things this is Tom Bark with cosmopolitan red skin and Oklahoma rodeo queen two pieces I thought would be appropriate for rose festival listen to the rose From here, I'm like a son that made the dress I bought

And he never seems to be with so old Why pretend you're part of the city's seat You're not gonna hear it more than before You're crying, you're dying You're lying, you're saying Once again, city again Why pretend you're part of the city Why pretend you're part of the city's seat Fancy girls who do me a thing Don't pay past But you must America who disagree One who never grew up in the heat of the ghetto Stripe and shake the suits on a little bit of pain

Like this is the name of the game that plays That man you're not part of the same thing Let you gotta put it cold on the street You're crying, you're lying And you're lying, you're saying Once again, city again City, we're at the game City, we're at the game City, we're at the game City, we're at the game

City, we're at the game City, we're at the game The red dirt runs deep, and the smell of the rain on the western plain and sweet. It was just north of a cardboard and high chance to meet the prettiest living. And over all the love, the other queen.

I hope the people all my red. I'd flinch all my pants and my memory that she said. I was a lot of my children. They're all that I got left, so I'm just singing and breathing. Lord leads me to the light breeze for the rest. After in the sand and white, she rides in old blue jeans, cleaning to the ropes, and toss them back her head. Through the tears of laughter, she's wildest like a queen. When the lights go out, you know there's no way. There's a love you can buy from.

Some lady on the street. There's a love that comes clapping from. Some front and old seats. There's an aching and a joyous o'clock. Because when love's neat. But there ain't no love at all. I know there's no love waiting for the whole world. You're the queen. I hope you're in the sand and white. She rides in old blue jeans, cleaning to the ropes, and toss them back her head. Through the tears of laughter, she's wildest like a queen. When the lights go out, you know there's no way. It'll only walk around. The red, red, brown's deep. And the smell of the rain.

All of us clade to sleep. But the bread too is unique. My eyes are chance to meet. Had a smile to turn the sand in the sea. And I hope my whole world will be your queen. And I hope your whole world will be your whole world. The queen. Tom Bark is one fine musician. And we hope that we can get some new music by him. If any of you folks out there have some of it you'd like to share with us, we'd certainly be appreciative. I'd like to bring to your attention an artist in the local community. A lot of you out there may already know Ted Reeves.

Ted Reeves done a lot of stuff around. And you've seen him probably associated with Frank White buffalo and his dancers for a long time. But he's an artist in his own right. And everyone's always talking about Mount St. Helens this, that, and the other. And I'd like to give recognition to some artwork, original artwork that he's done. Ted has produced a print about a five by seven print showing Lewitt or Mount St. Helens as many of you know her. Giving off with the eruptive elements of ash and smoke steam. We think it's a pretty nice black and white print. And if you're interested in acquiring some of these, I'm sure that Ted A. Reeves would show you how you can get some of them. And if you are curious about them and don't know how to reach them, just call us at KBOO at 223-1155.

We'll pass on his phone number to you. That's Ted Reeves. Nice work, Ted. We have friends from Warm Springs who were kind enough to share with us a copy of Spillier Time O, the Coyote News from Warm Springs. We've got to thumb through it here, see what we can come up with. You know, there's just so much going on in the Indian world, we have to do a lot of picking and choosing. And that'll clock just really speeds on. We need more time is what we really need. This is from a June, edition, June 13th edition. And this tells about a fire in the residents of Snuffy Smith and family, Claude Snuffy Smith and his wife, Versa, lost just about everything that appears in a fire that struck them on May 31st. No one was injured in the blaze, which was probably caused by electrical malfunction. And there was a pretty good wind whipping around at that time, 15 to 20 miles per hour.

And that made it just about impossible to save the dwelling. It's not much left. And our heart goes out to anyone who's been through this. We've had a little personal experience with fire. And it's no fun. There's an article here about a typical Indian wedding, uniting some strangers, Deepak Sagal, and fiancé Poonam Lumba. But we have a feeling that these folks are not American Indian. No, they are not. They're from India. Now we're talking about the real Indians. The ones at Columbus thought we were when he came over here and got slightly confused. But there's an article about them. There's an article about doing the lady's hair. And Pyome shot treaty days, which we mentioned briefly. Pyome shot treaty days, celebration will begin Friday at 7 p.m. with Grand Entry.

Activities and contests will be taking place at the community center outside of whether permits. Little girls and little boys round-downs and war-dance contests will be held that evening. A parade will open Saturday's festivities at 10 a.m. The prizes will be awarded in the following categories. Men's traditional regalia, 17 years and older. Women's traditional regalia, 17 years and older. Boys traditional regalia, 16 years and under, 16 and under. Girls traditional regalia, 16 years and under. Small fires, six years under. Best male on horseback, best female on horseback. The oldest costume, the best float using an Indian theme. Participants in the parade will line up at 9 a.m. the Warm Springs Grade School. Saturday's Grand Entry will begin at 1 p.m. and the afternoon contests will include the teen girls' round-downs for 12 to 16-years-old. Year-old and the teen boys' war-dances for ages 12 to 16.

Those persons 50 years and older are especially invited to dance in full dress in the Cuso round-dance and the old war-years-dance. The evening session on Saturday will begin with the Grand Entry at 7 p.m. Contest will include the girls' buckskin, graceful war-dance, and the boys' straight-dance for the ages 16 years and under. The women's team round-dance and the men's team-dance will also take place on Saturday evening. On Sunday, the Grand Entry for Sunday will begin at 2 p.m. for contests for Sunday hour, for contested 17 years and older, and include the men's straight-dance. Women's individual graceful dance, individual fancy war-dance. So there's all kinds of stuff going on there, and of course, is it all pow-wows or good things to eat in friends to visit with. We have an article about the Palimso Royalty, Queen to Be Damed Friday night. We have Debbie Quinn and 19-year-olds interested in representing Warm Springs if she's Queen. Being a candidate presents the opportunity to meet and talk to new people.

Debbie is the daughter of Joyce Quinn, her favorite activities, include traveling to pow-wows, meeting new people, and seeing old friends. And that gem is the daughter of Nathan and Ella Jim, she's 18 years old, and that's India's name is Atamani. Her favorite activities are attending pow-wows. She's doing bead work and jogging, and that's hard to do with your jogging. She would like to be Queen of Palimso to help make pow-wows success. Then as Edie Schwittzler, the 17 years old, she's the daughter of Dalton and Maxine Schwittzler. She's interested in running for Palimso Queen because it affords her the opportunity to meet more people and go more places. She enjoys outdoor activities such as riding, swimming, and running. She also finds pleasure in dancing. Angela Gaudy, whose Indian name is Huayotan, is 15 years old. She stays with a guardian and grandmother, Edline Morrison. Her mother is Pamela Gaudy.

Angela likes to swim and enjoys bicycling. She'd like to be Palimso Queen because she says it would be a great experience. These are some of the lovely ladies, young Indian women over there at warm springs that we wish the best of luck to. It's an article about vandalism, something that's an ugly subject amongst any people. What is your child doing? Apparently they had some problems with vandalism at the community center, and we all know what that's all about. They're trying to encourage parents, obviously, to be aware of what the children are doing and try to see that they achieve the proper kinds of guidance. We're going to have to cut their short because there's so many things we want to do. I would like to point out an article about Yakima's grand opening for the new facility pays tribute to a history of their tribe. They have a new cultural center over there, and Jimmy Salaam explained the construction of a tooly mat T.P. to Anna Clements, Hazel, Tui, and Loretta Salaam.

Salaam's worked with the Indian Life Program at the Yakima Cultural Heritage Center for the past 18 months. And their photos here by Donna Barron. So we would like to offer our congratulations to our friends at Yakima. Have an article here, by the way, about warm springs. Having the first tribally owned full-time fire department in the Northwest, and that is really available and need much needed thing to have. And we compliment them, and we're really happy to hear about that. Well, there's an article about some crime. Mendocino convicted for murder. Some of you probably heard about this in the news. A 12-person jury found Phil Mendocino guilty of November 3rd, 77 stabbing death of six-year-old Larissa Juanita. Retrial took place in the State District Court in Portland, and lasted five days.

Sentence for the murder of handed down on June 13th, and we didn't happen to get that information. But that's not a good piece of news, except that maybe justice has triumph. We have another article here about Hunter, your protest grows, ABC may scrap the series. Well, because there is so much interest in Hunter-Yo, we think that it would be appropriate for us to replay our Hunter-Yo interview. We did a 35-minute interview with Ruth B. B. Hill and Chunks-A-Uha that some of you may find interesting, and we'll consider this. We're getting requests from all over the country for this interview, and we'll consider replaying it possibly with slight editing at a future time, along with possibly other bits and pieces of news about Hunter-Yo. Well, last page shows us an article about the census asking if you are counted,

and talking about some of the sports achievements of the warm springs, and with that, we will turn to some more music. We thank our friends at Spillier Timeau once again. Marsha was very kind to share this with us. Marsha shows it. We're going to share with you now some of our beautiful material from Radio Canada, about Walking Eagle, and a protest song. These are Indian songs and ballads by Willie Dunn. Who were the ones? Stories and ballads about the North American Indian people, written and sung by Mick McIndian, Willie Dunn, and narrated by Ojibwe Indian John Yesnow. Who were the ones who bid welcome and took you by the hand? Inviting it here by our campfire.

As brothers, we might stand. Here is a story about Walking Eagle, a 20th century Indian, who gained the respect of white men all over the North American continent for his intuitive weather predictions. Walk and evil tells the weather, live its cold or its warm. If the sky will be cloudy, all the stars that they shine in the sky. Chief Walking Eagle, or Morley Beaver, was born in the latter 1880s around the time of death of men like Croft of the Blackfoot Confederacy,

or Sitting Bull of the Great Sioux Nation. Unlike these men, Chief Walking Eagle was not a great fighter or a leader. At least that's not what we know him for. Morley Beaver was a weatherman. I'm not just simply a weatherman as most people think of weathermen. Morley never used any fancy equipment. He didn't possess any thermometers, weather balloons or contraptions, such as barometers. He simply observed the stars for the natural growth of plants and trees or the thickness and thinness of animal coats. He felt debris. He was keenly aware of the orders which plants gave forth. He observed the animals in the fall and watched them prepare themselves for the long winter ahead. In short, he made his predictions of the weather through nature itself. Unlike most men who would not predict the weather

for more than a few days in advance, Chief Walking Eagle foretold the weather for the whole of the North American continent. Detailing just what to expect for the entire winter. He claimed that his predictions were 75% correct, compared to the white men's 50%. His home was the Big Horn Reserve in Rocky Mountain House in Alberta. And for many years, many of the foremost newspapers in the United States and Canada carried his predictions and many people accepted his forecasts as gospel. It was in 1964 that the Chief predicted one bad winter for his own area and sure enough, that's exactly what happened. In the last year of his life, which was in 1965, he predicted one large storm and several smaller ones, and they too came as he said.

One time, he blamed the white man's riches for an early autumn coal spell, and who knows? With industry thrown up masses of dust and smoke into the air, he may have just to been right. The Chief's unique knowledge of weather forecasting died with him on a cold day in December. He was lured into the ground in his simple gray casket while hymns were sung in his native Cree. And in our song, the Indian people asked Chief Walking Eagle for one more prediction. What do you see for your people? Well, the temperature's so grown. Will the rain keep on falling? Has it done since long ago?

Or will the winds change keep blowing? And throw our culture to the sky? Well, the hurricanes were meant to lose. And leave us here to die. Walking Eagle tells the weather, whether it's cold or it's warm. If the sky will be cloudy, or the stars of the shining sky. Will the mountains twist and tremble? The arrows of fire in the dark will the waves come pounding crossing?

Will the waters leave their mark? Or will the sun break through the meadow? Can you see the light of truth? Will the dawn of understanding? Light the crossroads of our way? Walking Eagle tells the weather, if it's cold or it's warm. If the sky will be cloudy, will the stars if the shining sky? Will the stars if the shining sky? The French say, pre-session shows,

or the more things change, the more they are the same. Will he suggest in this song that nothing changes in warfare except the weapons? And he gives us this anti-war protest ballad. When I was born, the world was smashed by the bombs that fell from planes. Five years past and on the street came marching past my door, troops debocking from the boat, came trudging back from war, muddied tanks of olive drab came creaking down my street, from the boat to the dock, from the dock to the depot of the waiting ordinance corps. One hundred thousand battle-wary boys, their boots all caked with mud, and in their hearts and on their hands the stain of human blood. Five years past and on the street came marching past my door, troops embarking on the boat, goes swinging into war, hungry tanks of olive drab come creaking down my street, from the depot to the docks, from the docks to the boat, from the boat to Korea's shore, one hundred thousand file through the gates of the ordinance corps.

Marching past in rank and file, just as they did before. Time has passed, the years have fallen, like many stalks of grain, and they're still marching as before, right by my window pane. They're the same young faces in the same young hands, holding the same old guns, weapons slightly modified, to do a better job, to kill, to maim, is part of the game, to plunder and to rob. This great land of ours was founded on the fruits of war, baptized at its birth by blood, the blood that a bullet bore. I'm not sure of many things, but it is sure no lie, if by the sword you will live, then by the sword you will die. When I was born, the world was smashed by the bombs that fell from plane. Five years passed, and on the street came,

marching past my door, troops debarking from the boat, from trudging back in war, muddy tanks, all of drag, breaking down my street, from the boat to the dock, to the dock, to the depot, of the waiting or no score. One hundred thousand battle-wary boys, the boots all cake with mud, tied in their hearts, and on their hands, the stain of human blood. Five years passed, and on the street came, marching past my door, troops debarking, on the boat, swinging into war, hungry tanks, all of drag,

and breaking down my street, from the depth of the docks, on the docks, to the boat, from the boat to Korea's shore. One hundred thousand file through, the gates of the ordnance corps, marching past the rank and file, just as they did before. Time was passed, two years of fall, like many stocks of grain. There's still marching, as before, right by my window pane. It's the same young faces, and the same young hands, holding the same old guns, or weapons slightly modified, to do a better job, to kill the name. It's part of the game, to plunder and to rob. This great land of ours was founded on the fruits of war,

baptized at his birth by blood, blood which a bullet bore. I'm not sure of many things, but this is not a lie. If by the sword you will live, then by the sword you die. This has been Who Were the Ones, one of a series of storyboards, about the North American Indians, written and sung by Mick Mac, Willie Dunn, narrated by Ojibwe Indian John Yesnow, and produced by Alan Yates. This is John Grenful speaking. The series is made available to this station, by the International Service of the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation. Who were the ones who bid welcome, and took you by the hand,

inviting you here by our campfire? We always enjoy playing these, because they're really so beautifully done, and there's an Indian production from start to finish, and we know our response has been strong on these, so we're always delighted with these. Time is really flitting. I'd like to talk to you just a little bit about the NFCB Conference in Boulder, Colorado, which we had the good fortune to attend recently. This was a conference, working conference for minority producers of radio broadcasts, and we got together with folks from the black community, the Hispanic community, the Asian community, and of course, all over the Indian world. We came to the conclusion that what we need is a bigger piece of the pie.

We need more training and more outlets, more time in the air, more equipment, more radio stations, and we're getting together to see if we can't put some pressure on the powers that be at the Corporation for Public Broadcasting at National Public Radio and a few of the other sources to do greater service for these combined third world communities, and we formed a coalition. yours truly has a pleasure of serving with Peggy Berry Hill as members of the Native American community. Peggy Berry Hill, as you may know, has served with National Public Radio. You've heard her if you've heard any of those broadcasts that come through from NPR, either on our program or other stations. You've heard Peggy Berry Hill possibly, and she's a very sharp young lady who's our pleasure to be associated with her. She's out in California now,

living in California, but we hope that she'll have a chance to get up here to Portland sometime in the near future. Also met someone else that we respect, and whose work we've heard in the past, Frank Ray Hardjo, who's been in the radio business for about 10 years. Met people from Zuni, Susan Brain, Faye, or Racho, from Zuni Reservation. They have a HSI out there in Zuni, New Mexico, which reminds me, speaking of Zuni, as long as it's raining so much today, and I'm talking about the Zuni's, but we have a little music, a little Zuni music, a Zuni rain dance. Zuni's are very special people, and there are people who stick very closely to their traditions. Most of their music is quite traditional. MUSIC That was a Zuni rain dance. Speaking of rain, we're going up to Ozette. In fact, as you listen to this, we'll be on our way up to

the Ozette archaeological dig on the Olympic Peninsula in Washington State. We're taking a group of kids from the Title IV program, the Indian Education Project, and we will be talking to our audience about this in future date. This is your host John Talley. Thank you for listening to Indian World and inviting you to stay tuned for Red and Roses, which follows our host Pat Frederick, our co-host Pat Frederick, and I are sharing the microphone now with a woman by the name of Glenna Page, who is well known in the Portland Urban community. We hope that you give a listen when she's on the air, too.

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