Showing posts with label Native American Romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Native American Romance. Show all posts

Thursday, September 01, 2016

Historical Nez Perce Providers by Paty Jager

Root diggers on the Colville Reservation
The Native Americans (Indians) thought highly of the earth and believed all its creatures were gifts. The Nez Perce were especially grateful to the bountiful fish and wildlife in their territories as well as the plants which they harvested to round out their diets.

The men of the Nez Perce built weirs and fished, but the women maintain the weirs and processed the fish. Drying the salmon and trout over fires on racks made of limbs or on sticks stuck in the ground and bent over the fire. In the heat of the summer the fish would also be dried on racks in the hot summer sun and soup was made from the heads.

The men hunted large game animals and could be gone for up to a year or more when they traveled into the plains for buffalo, returning with huge amounts of dried buffalo and hides. The women traveled with them on theses hunts to prepared the meat for transporting back to their villages.

Nothing was wasted of an animal, the meat was cooked, smoked, and dried. The tongue and liver were eaten raw and ears were used as seasoning in soups. The fat was used to cook fry bread and bear meat was barbecued. Pemmican was made from the dried meat. It was broke into pieces that would fit in a mortar and pounded adding intestines and meat fat. This was a staple when traveling. They also made a pemmican of dried salmon and berries which the Nez Perce men carried wrapped in leaves in the bottom of their quivers. This was a nutritious easy-to-carry food when they were hunting.

The women were in charge of gathering roots, herbs, berries, and killing small game. They used sticks called tu`k`es or digging sticks to extract the roots from the earth. In some instances they would span out across valleys teeming with the camas, bitterroot, and kous.

Kous was dug from April to July. It was found in dry rocky soil and is similar in shape to a carrot. It was eaten either fresh or dry. Thy peeled off the skin and sun dried it. Then they would pound it into a oatmeal or cornmeal and serve as a cooked mush or make a ball and sun dry it or make a long bread called o`ppah that was smoked.

Bitterroot was dug in Nespelem area in August. It resembles a crocus with pink flowers. The yellow root looks like spaghetti and must be peeled. This root wasn't ground up, it was served like a vegetable. They mostly traded for it with the Plateau Indians. Women ate bitterroot or made tea to increase their milk flow after childbirth.

Wild onions were the first root of spring, dug in April. They have a fern-like top and the bulb is the size of a walnut. They also dug wild carrot in May. It grows in clusters in damp or wet areas. The blossom is two feet high and smells like the food. It is a finger sized food with a brown jacket and white meat. Sweet and rich flavor and may be eaten raw. They also dried and ground it for porridge and boiled it fresh like a potato.Or preserved the root by drying and grinding it into flour for loaves that were smoked and stored.

They stone boiled soup in willow baskets. Putting a rock that has been heating in a fire into the basket. They stored food in baskets and hide bags as well as caches or pits dug in the ground where large amounts of food would be stored for the whole band. These could be anywhere along their well traveled routes or hidden.

That is some more of the information I've gleaned while researching for the historical paranormal romance trilogy set among the Chief Joseph Band of the Nez Perce.
Camas roots were dug from June to September depending on the elevation where they grew. They were gathered in wet upland meadows. Weippe Meadows, Camas Prairie, Palouse Prairie and Grande Ronde Valley. They were baked and steamed. Cooking pits or large holes were dug before the harvest. After the roots were dug they would lay out hot red rocks in the hole, sprinkle with water, put dirt over the rocks, then fresh alder leaves, and a layer of meadow grass. Then the camas. The roots were covered with alder leaves, meadow grass, sprinkled with water and dirt, then a fire built on top and they cooked for three days. The roots were then eaten whole, pounded into flour, or tossed in soup.



Spirit of the Mountain
Wren, the daughter of a Nimiipuu chief, loves the mountain and her people—the Lake Nimiipuu. Himiin, as spirit of the mountain, watches over all the creatures on his mountain, including the Nimiipuu. When an evil spirit threatens Wren’s life, Himiin rushes to save her. But to leave the mountain means he’ll turn to smoke…

Spirit of the Lake
Can a spirit set upon this earth to watch over the Nimiipuu stay true to justice when revenge burns in his heart? On their quest for justice, Dove reveals spiritual abilities, ensnaring Wewukiye’s respect and awe. But will these abilities seal their future or tear them apart?

Spirit of the Sky
Sa-qan, a Nimiipuu eagle spirit, must take human form to save her mortal niece when the Nimiipuu are forced from their land by the U.S. Army. Trying to remain true to her spirit world and her people becomes hard when a Cavalry Officer captures her heart.


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Photo by Carmen Peone

Friday, May 02, 2014

Women of the Shoshone Nation - 1835 by Deanna Jewel

Back in the late ‘90s, I visited my brother where he lived in Dubois Wyoming, nine thousand feet up in the Rockies, near Yellowstone National Park. Dubois is a small town of probably just over one thousand people by now, but in the ‘90s there was about 850. There were, and still are, wooden walk-ways downtown, hitching post where cowboys can tie their horse while they run into a shop or two. A herd of cattle crossing the road had stopped traffic the day we arrived and I realized that people from the east had no idea how much of the old west was still alive and thriving, just not in the same way the big cities were.

As I roamed the area of petroglyphs with my brother in Whiskey Basin, dodging a tumbleweed or two, somehow I sensed a past among the spirit world because they talked to me…okay fine, maybe it was the characters making themselves known at the time. Native American history was vibrant in the area so I did lots of research to find as much as I could about the local Shoshone Nation that dwelled along the Wind River before the white man arrived.

My characters fed me bits and pieces of a story they wanted told and Never Surrender was born but not published until 2010. I read about the Shoshone, how they lived, how they hunted, how they survived and how they loved. The women intrigued me the most as I read how hard they worked to pack up their family to move to a warmer area for winter and then move them back to a cooler area for summer. These women never complained as they packed their parfleches to pile onto the travois pulled by a horse and what didn’t fit, they carried on their own back, walking with the children, while the men rode, always on the lookout for intruders.

The Shoshone people didn’t live in teepees like many other tribes; they covered their homes with sticks, leaves and branches gathered by the women and children.


Not only did the women do the cooking, they did all the hide preparation so clothing and bed covers could be made. On their hands and knees, they used sharpened bones to scrape the fat from the skins and realized that urine from the animal bladder, mixed together with animal blood, helped to breakdown the membrane so the hides could be tanned easier. The women staked the hides to the ground, making the scraping easier. Once cleaned, more of their mixture softened the hide as they rubbed it in before placing it over a fire pit to dry. Another bit of information I gleaned was that urine basted over cooking meat helped to tenderize it…ewww!

The hide tanning scenario intrigued me enough that I had to include it into my story, but my character couldn’t stomach the smell, yet was forced to continue, crawl away to retch into the bushes, and return. The tribal women were immune to the odor, unlike my heroine. Both my character and I garnered a new respect for the work ethic of all Native American women. They held the families together, made warm clothes and blankets, taught their children to be good providers via skills they passed down and were still able to comfort their men.


I truly enjoyed the research for writing my time travel, Never Surrender, and hope when you read it, you’re taken back to 1835 to stand beside these women of the west. Even more, I hope that I portrayed the true colors of the Shoshone Nation. They still live in and around Dubois, raising their families and working hard to keep tradition alive. I’m currently working on the sequel to Never Surrender - the tentative title being Final Surrender. I’ve not decided on a title yet so do feel free to email me or join me on FaceBook to let me know your thoughts on a title. More info on the books can be found on my websites below. Thank you for stopping in to read with us.


Bio:

Deanna Jewel lives in the Pacific Northwest and has been writing multi-genre romance since 1991. She is married to a retired captain of the fire department. He’s also owned his own businesses for 23 years. They have two Siamese cats: Zoie and Sinbad, who keep them entertained. Deanna has enjoyed reading historical romance novels for over thirty years, camping with her family, and traveling.

She writes to draw the reader into the story to experience what the characters feel, to show both the hero's and heroine's points of view, and to take the reader away from their every day stress to a place not yet visited.


A trip to Dubois, Wyoming, south of Yellowstone, inspired her time-travel novel. The landscape and town locations described in NEVER SURRENDER are real. Jon Daley, a professor at Boise State University, translated the Shoshone language that you will find in the book. This novel won an Honorable Mention in the 2008 Quill Awards at Writing.com.

NO TURNING BACK, her historical romance, takes place in England, 1778, was released in April 2010, and is available in print, eBook and iBook for download to your electronic readers.

Her newest novel, WHISPERS AT GHOST POINT, released in late December, 2012. Whispers takes place at an abandoned lighthouse in Wilmington, NC and is the sequel to No Turning Back. The characters are reincarnated into the present. Join Dana as she learns about her past while working toward her future. The dangers that lurk at an abandoned lighthouse pull her into a past she was unaware of but also involves a man she's never met...in this lifetime!

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Saturday, June 15, 2013

It's my Party! Birthday Bash Sale

Starting today you can get the first book of my spirit trilogy, Spirit of the Mountain, for $.99. It's what I'm calling my Birthday Bash Sale. This price is available at all ebook outlets where this book is sold from June 15th-30th. My wonderful publisher Wild Rose Press agreed to this sale so I could give readers the gift of one of the books of my heart.

"It’s slightly reminiscent of Clan of the Cave Bear, but more lyrical and with all the boring parts removed to showcase the love story."
That is part of a review written by Bethany at Cloudy with a Chance of Books(http://www.chanceofbooks.com/2011/03/five-umbrella-friday-giveaway-spirit-of.html)
She understood the lyricalness(is that a word?) I strived to show in Spirit of the Mountain and have to some degree in Spirit of the Lake and when in Sa-qan’s point of view in Spirit of the Sky. This trilogy is set among the Nez Perce Indians of NE Oregon. My editor at The Wild Rose Press understood the cadence and tone but worried the reviewers might not. So far they have all understood and like the Native American cadence I gave the trilogy.
How I worked toward getting the cadence of the Native American speech and thoughts in my books came from two mediums. One – I listened to Native American music as I wrote. Some had lyrics and some were instrumental. Two- I read books like Tales of the Nez Perce by Donald M. Hines not only using the tales to add flavor to my stories but to also get a feel for Native American word usage.
The books I relied heaviest on were Yellow Wolf: His Own Story by L.V McWhorter. In this book, Yellow Wolf, a member of Chief Joseph's band who was with him on the flight to Canada, told L.V. McWhorter the details up to and during the chase. His wording and thoughts were put down by an interpreter and still show the cadence of how they talked before being influenced by English.
The other book was That All People May Be One People, Send Rain to Wash the Face of the Earth by Chief Joseph.  Just the title shows you the cadence and thought process of this eloquent Native American. The stories in this book are from interviews Chief Joseph gave reporters in 1879 in Washington DC while there trying to persuade the leaders to let his followers return to their beloved homeland.

Not being Native American but wanting to portray the characters as close to real as possible, I studied these books for a year before I even started writing the first book. That is how determined I was to make sure the people were represented in the right way. 

Blurb
Wren, the daughter of a Nimiipuu chief, has been fated to save her people ever since her vision quest. When a warrior from the enemy Blackleg tribe asks for her hand in marriage to bring peace between the tribes, her world is torn apart.

Himiin is the spirit of the mountain, custodian to all creatures including the Nimiipuu. As a white wolf he listens to Wren’s secret fears and loses his heart to the mortal maiden. Respecting her people’s beliefs, he cannot prevent her leaving the mountain with the Blackleg warrior.

When an evil spirit threatens Wren’s life, Himiin must leave the mountain to save her. But to leave the mountain means he’ll turn to smoke…

Excerpt
Wren’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “My gift is to save The People. The weyekin who came to me in my vision quest said this.” She wrapped her arms around herself as if staving off a cold breeze.
Himiin hated that they argued when they should relish their time together. He moved to her, drawing her against his chest, embracing her. The shape of her body molded to his. Her curves pressed against him. Holding her this way flamed the need he’d tried to suppress.
He placed a hand under her chin, raising her face to his. The sorrow in her eyes tugged at his conscience. To make her leaving any harder was wrong. But having experienced her in his arms, he was grieved to let her go. Even for the sake of their people.
Her eyelids fluttered closed. Her pulse quickened under his fingers. Shrugging off the consequences, he lowered his lips to hers. They were softer than he imagined. Her breath hitched as he touched her intimately. Parting his lips, he touched her with his tongue, wanting to see if she tasted as sweet as she smelled.
Honey.
She tasted of sweet honey straight from the bosom of a bee tree.
One taste was not enough. He pulled her closer, moving his lips across hers, tasting and savoring the feel of them.
Her mouth opened and she sighed.
 His body came to life. The sensations transcended anything he’d experienced before. How could one woman make him feel powerful and vulnerable at the same time? Why did he wish to crush her to him and never let go and yet feel compelled to treat her with the tenderness
one would give the tiniest of creatures? He couldn’t continue this way.
To hold her, to touch her soft skin. He would never be able to let her go.
He must.
He released Wren and stepped back, avoiding her eyes. How could he show her the sensations she brought to him then turn around and tell her they couldn’t see one another any more?
“Himiin? Did I do something wrong?” The pain in her voice drew his gaze to her face.
The anguish and fear in her eyes cut through him like a knife.
“You did nothing wrong. It is I. I should not touch you so. It is wrong.” He took one step forward, before remembering he could not touch her and remain sane. “You are spoken for. We should not be together.”
She moved quickly, grasping his hand before he could pull away. “I could not bear to not have you to speak with these last days.” She stroked his hand. “Or to touch.” She placed his hand on her cheek. “I may never feel this touch from the Blackleg.” She kissed his palm. “I wish to have this to remember.”
He growled and pulled her into his arms. “I wish I were the one to touch you so, but I cannot. It is wrong.”
“Why?” She leaned back, studying his face. “I should be the one to say if it is wrong or not. It is my heart, my body. My life.”
“You belong to another. He has spoken.” Himiin released her and took a step back. He should not have shown himself to her as a man. Wewukiye was right.

It complicated things.

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Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Wednesday Western- Books of my Heart



I’ve told many that my paranormal historical trilogy, Spirit of the Mountain, Spirit of the Lake, and Spirit of the Sky were the books of my heart.  I just didn’t realize how long my interest and admiration for the Wallowa Nez Perce has been inside of me. While helping clean up my dad’s house this past weekend I found paintings I did when I was in my early teens. I floored me to see that I had been invested in the first inhabitants of the valley where I lived back then.

The trilogy is about a trio of siblings the Creator made spirits to oversee the Lake Nimiipuu or the band of Nez Perce who lived in the NE corner of Oregon in the Wallowa country. The area where I grew up.

To write the books I did a lot of research. Here is some of what I dug up to help me write the
second book in the trilogy. This story has a pregnant heroine, which led me to devote hours reading books about the Nez Perce customs and social living aspects to learn all I could about pregnancy and child birth.

The Nez Perce women had specific jobs. They gathered roots, berries and herbs as well as the firewood. It was their job to keep the fire going all night during the winter months. They were the cooks, the ones who dried and stored the meat, fish, berries and roots. Tanned the hides, made the clothing, wove baskets and constructed the dwellings. They did everything needed to sustain a family other than hunt, prepare weapons, and fight. If need be, they could hunt for smaller animals, fight, and take care of weapons though it was not one of their jobs.

During battles women provided fresh horses, food, and water for the warriors, tended the wounded, warned others of danger, directed children and the old people where to hide and how to leave when their encampments were attacked. If a husband was shot they could pick up his gun and fight.  They also cooked and gathered wood during attacks, keeping the children, old people, and warriors fed during the attacks and battles.

Pregnant women still did most of the chores right up until the moment they started labor. Some would have miscarriages from long periods of riding horses in the last months of pregnancy-usually during campaigns of fighting.

If a woman was pregnant they believed their man would have bad luck hunting. She was also not allowed to see any part of a kill—blood, skinning. They feared her child would be born deformed. They also didn't touch, view, or ridicule any deformed animals or humans, fearing it would cause their child the same misfortune. They didn't tie knots or do things symbolic of obstructing the birth.

A wide strip of buckskin was tied around their bellies. This was believed to protect the child. After the birth, this strip was burned or buried, giving the child a healthy, strong body. They did everything to keep the baby safe. The Nez Perce wanted to build a large strong tribe.

When a woman started labor she was isolated in a small dwelling with either an older family member or a mid-wife. If there were complications the Ti-wet (medicine man) was called in. The dwelling had a hole dug in the middle of the structure. The blood and after birth were put in this hole and buried.  The umbilical cord was kept in a small leather pouch attached to the cradleboard. It is believed to be bad luck to destroy such an intimate part of the baby.

The cradle board is made by a relative. The baby is transported and tended in the board until he is ready to walk. Children were breast fed for several years.  This was one of their ways to contribute to birth control. Other ways were with herbs.

You can click on the books on the side bar and it will take you to my website and excerpts to the books as well as buy links.

Sources: Nez Perce Women in Transition, 1877-1990- Caroline James; NeeMePoo – Allen P. Slickpoo Sr. and Deward E. Walker Jr.

Friday, December 09, 2011

Friday Fact

The fact today is I received my release date for Spirit of the Sky! Mark your calendars the third and final book of the Nimiipuu Spirit trilogy will be available May 4, 2012.

This third book follows the Nimiipuu (Nez Perce) when they are fleeing to freedom. As nontreaty Indians(having not signed the treaty to put them on a reservation) they believe they should be allowed to be free. When the army is sent to physically place them on the reservation several bands of Nez Perce and other tribes band together and make a desperate run for freedom.  This book is told from Sa-qan the Nimiipuu spirit's point of view and a Lieutenant in the army who is following orders.

I used multiple books written from both sides to make this book ring as true to their feelings and the battles that ensued during the Nimiipuu's dash for freedom.

Blurb:

To save her from oppression, he must save her whole tribe. To give her his heart, he must desert his career…
When the US Army forces the Nimiipuu from their land, Sa-qan, the eagle spirit entrusted with watching over her tribe, steps in to save her mortal niece. Challenging the restrictions of the spirit world, Sa-qan assumes human form and finds an unexpected ally in a handsome cavalry officer.

Certain she is a captive, Lt. Wade Watts, a Civil War veteran, tries to help the blonde woman he finds sheltering a Nez Perce child. While her intelligent eyes reveal she understands his language, she refuses his help. But when Wade is wounded, it is the beautiful Sa-qan who tends him. Wade wishes to stop the killing—Sa-qan will do anything to save her people.

Can their differences save her tribe? Or will their love spell the end of the Nimiipuu?