As I have promised, some more of my Aunties' Musings that she put to paper not so long ago, but has brought back things that happened, so long ago in her life time, that I'm happy she did, and also happy that now I can offer them to you. I think you'll like this one, as I have hoped that you liked them all.....
This goes back to 1930 when: according to Auntie....
..... One evening after a church meeting, a few of us gathered around to chat, when the subject of Above All was brought up, and Woody Rahm, who knows Warren pretty well, was teasing me about being born here. He went on to say that Marge Regner and I were two of the oldest natives still in Warren, and that we were here when the Indians were. But his jest did bring back memories, and little did he know that we were here before them...
One evening as I sat doing my Homework, under a 30 watt electric bulb, some men came top the door, and my father then ushered in fifteen men who said they were from an Indian Tribe in Canada, with questions to ask him. They said there were three tribal chiefs among them; they had left three big touring cars parked down next to the barn. They were all in business suits except for one very old, thin, bronze-looking man straggly white hair and with deep wrinkles in his face, who was wearing a leather outfit.
They had heard that my father, who at the time was in charge of seven state parks, knew a great deal about the people and the land around Lake Waramaug. they must have talked for over an hour. The old fellow seemed to concentrating on something in his hands which we could not see. Then he looked at me and said something, as I could not understand what he said, my father told me to go to him. I was a little skeptical, but knew my father would protect me. The old Indian Chief showed me an emerald bracelet he had been working on, and took my hand to put it on my wrist. It was so beautiful and I really wanted it, but unfortunately, my wrist was too large. I wanted to keep it anyway, but he put it in his pocket or pouch and pulled another out, which was no where near as pretty. It was two copper wires twisted together with pretty stones in it here and there,pink, amber, lavender, orange, each set apart. I accepted it and thanked him very much for his kindness.
My father told me later that the old chief wanted to take me back to his tribe, as he thought I would make some Indian a nice chubby squaw. [ I never new if it was true , or if my father was joshing me ].
They thought that my father might know of some land that was left by the tribe at Lake Waramaug. The way my father could help them was to finally say that they might find some information in the Litchfield town records. They left [peacefully] to their automobiles. It really gave us something to think about.
I still have the bracelet somewhere in my memories......
..........Just to make it clear, that that story was from my Aunts memories, about her , her father...my Grandfather, and the land of Above All in Warren that was at the time thought to be the highest elevation in Connecticut, hence the name, was owned by my family, where my cousin Calvin lives as the last one on the land.
This also gives me credence to my blood with Chief Warmaug, and also gives me the identity to help write my story of ...
......... John Henry and Jack Long in the Wild west......
Awesome Nate!
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