#chiricahua

[folkfashion]

Chiricahua man, Ma Tut Seh, United States of America, by Craig Varjabedian

#chiricahua #united states of america #north america #america #folk clothing #traditional clothing #traditional fashion #cultural clothing

[littlefeather-wolf]

Naiche - Chiricahua Apache

Naiche 1856-1919

Naiche, the youngest son of Cochise, was born in 1856. His mother, Dos-teh-seh, was the daughter of Mangas Coloradas. As a young man he took part in raids on white settlers and in 1872 was with his father when he met Brigadier General Oliver Howard. This resulted in the establishment of the Chricahua Reservation in Arizona ... Taza, Cochise's older son, became chief when his father died in 1874. Two years later Taza died and Naiche became the leader of the Chiricahuas Apaches ... In September 1880, Naiche joined Geronimo and Juh in an attempt to lead their people from the San Carlos Reservation into the Sierra Madre. However, in 1883 General George Crook managed to persuade the Apaches to return to Arizona ... Naiche and Geronimo broke out again in May 1885. Once again General Crook was sent after them. Naiche lived in the Sierra Madre until he was caught by Crook in September, 1886. Natchez now joined the all-Indian "I" Company, 12th Infantry at Fort Sill, Oklahoma ... In 1897 Naiche worked as a scout for Captain Hugh Scott and the 7th Cavalry ... After leaving the army he moved to the Mescalero Reservation in New Mexico ...

Naiche died on 16th March, 1919

#chiricahua #apache

[wumbologyandecology]

Wildflowers on a hillside in the Chiricahua mountains

#ecology #botany #wildflowers #native plants #pollinators #arizona #meadow #chiricahua

[lizardtracks]

Chiricahuas Redux

I took The Monsters camping this past weekend. They are seen in the photo chilling in their new tent. After our soaking last October they insisted there would be no more sleeping in the open.

Anyway. . . We had a lovely time. We were a mile-and-a-half from the nearest campers. Less than a dozen people rolled thru in three full days. Our campsite faced a stoney brook that would have inspired Bob Ross. And I finally saw just how much it takes to get The Monsters to crash. A lot. In short: Fun!

#camping #chiricahua #peace and quiet #dogs #doberman #huskies

[whispymint]

#mine #arizona #chiricahua #nature

[wandering-jana]

Chiricahua National Monument, Southern Arizona. 

Explore this fabulous park in my blog post: https://wanderingjana.com/chir

#chiricahua #chiricahua national monument #arizona #southern arizona #national park service #national park #findyourpark #optoutside #hiking #nature #landscape #national monument #wanderlust #hoodoos #wanderingjana

[thebigkelu]

An Apache Indian of Geronimo's Band / Irwin & Mankins

#native american #apache #chiricahua #1900s

[dakota-76]

No-talq, circa 1883

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Chiricahua Apache

#notalq #No-Talq #arizona #newmexico #apache #chiricahua #warmspringsapache #1883 #1880s #19thcentury #apachewars #battleofapachepass #nativeamericans #trueamerican #firstamericans

[americanpatriarch]

#Chiricahua #AZ #Chiricahua National Monument #US Parks #mine

[az-roadrunner]

Chiricahua National Monument in Willcox, AZ.

#personal #arizona #chiricahua #Willcox #me #desert #desert landscape

[ishallbelife]

Scarcity: What Tipped Me Off {We Shall Remain + Oliver Enjady}

In roughly 2013, I watched something I’ll never forget. It was somewhere in the We Shall Remain documentary, part of PBS’s American Experience series.

But I’m 95% sure that the speaker was Oliver Enjady. In the film, he was listed as a Chiricahua Apache, but I’ve also seen him identified as Mescalero.

(Mr. Enjady, if this was not you, I sincerely apologize. You were quite memorable in We Shall Remain, and I also sincerely enjoy your paintings—and the song Lyla June Johnston wrote based on your words.)

Anyway, moving on, here’s a paraphrased version of what was said:

In a healthy village, before the Europeans came to colonize this continent, barring famine or disaster, all needs were met in indigenous villages, because everyone had different talents. If an individual had more skill in gathering food from the plants around them, they take what they needed and harvest what was appropriate; then they would share the bounty with others in the village. A talented hunter may kill more animals than he could personally consume, but he would share with those in the village who didn’t have enough, like a widow and her children.

Now, if a hunter were to come in and hold on to more than he needed, that didn’t make any sense. That food would go to waste. Therefore, it was considered a sickness among his people, and the rest of the village would look after him and try to treat his illness.

{In my memory, the video’s graphic was quite powerful, because the graphic showed the hunter literally on top of a hill made of all his food, which looked a bit like a painted hambone. I think the food even started to rot.}

Now, when the Europeans first came to this land, it was well known and understood among the people already living on this continent: not only did the white men HAVE this sickness, they were rife with it.

Here is the reason why this isn’t a direct quote: My Memory Doesn’t Match.

#culture #scartending #scarcity #scarcity scar #quote #Chiricahua #Chiricahua Apache #Apache #native people #indigenous #native americans #cultural scars #cultural studies #colonization #imperialism #Europeans #turtle island #quotes #Oliver Enjady #Lyla june Johnston

[punk-antisystem]

De izquierda a derecha: Eva Geronimo (hija de Geronimo), Geronimo, y Emily Chihuahua. Apaches Chiricahuas. Fotografía tomada antes de 1909, pudiera ser por H. H. Clarke.

#geronimo apache #chiricahua #chiricahua apache #apache #native #natives #american indian #nativeamericans #Native America #nativo #nativos

[littlefeather-wolf]

THE CHIRICAHUA APACHE NANTAN, GOYATLE (GERONIMO) IN WAR CAP :

Bedonkohe ...

Geronimo was born in what is today Arizona in the upper Gila River country on June 16, 1829. His birth name was Goyahkla, or "one who yawns." He was part of the Bedonkohe subsection of the Chiricahua tribe of Apaches, a small but mighty group of around 8,000 people ...

Apache nantans led from the front, so he might just be checking up on the column behind him. Many Apaches think he caused unnecessary decimation of the Chiricahua people; that he remained in the field too long, causing avoidable deaths. This nantan was blinded by revenge on the Mexicans. Full disclosure: he came home from what would pass for a shopping trip one day in 1851, and found his entire camp slaughtered by Mexican troops from Janos, Mexico. The dead included his mother Juana, wife Alope, and their three infant daughters. That Empire State Building sized horror, fell on one man all on the same day. So, you be the judge.

By 1884, he was in a bind. It became very difficult to recruit warriors from the reservations, as was the custom in earlier years. He even found himself competing with the US Cavalry for Apache men. The Army offered adult males jobs as scouts. Every scout was a warrior, but not every warrior became scouts. Those Army scouts were the albatross around his neck. They knew everything about him, the tribe and its refuges on both sides of the border. Every water hole, hiding place, arms cache, cave warehouses etc., were known to them. They would destroy winter stores piled up from summer operations in Mexico and Arizona/New Mexico. They essentially broke his back. By 1886, the pickings reached an all time low. He boiled down to 19 warriors; even resorted to child warriors. There were no bargaining chips left on the table from the 1884 talks. Geronimo was painted into a corner marked "unconditional surrender" ... When he finally handed over his rifle to General miles in September of 1886, there were only 38 people left in his band; half of them warriors. Deportation to Oklahoma, and what turned out to be a life sentence for him followed ...

The Chiricahuas served 27 years of incarceration 💔, before being released in 1913. It remains the longest confinement in US Military history ...

RIP Nantan Goyatle.

#native american #littlefeather wolf #geronimo #Bedonkohe #chiricahua #chiricahua apache

[terribleadventuresdotcom]

⛰️ near Cochise Stronghold, Arizona 🏜️

#metapod #desert #mountains #arizona #real life pokemon #chrysalis #clouds #sunset #western #western us #western usa #southwest #indigenous land #occupied territory #Chiricahua #Apache

[lizardtracks]

Forecast: Cloudy and Cool

Jericho enjoys a dry spot in the Outback

10/19/22

I spent an October Saturday night scrunched in the hatch of a Subaru Outback with a Doberman and a Siberian Husky. The simple truth that put me there is this: you don’t need a weatherman to tell which way the wind blows.

Dylan aside, if you like camping in the mountains during cool, cloudy weekends, Arizona might not be your bag. We have sunny. We have hot. We have frigid. We have dry. And we have drenched. Moderation is not a game we play. But that’s what I wanted: cool and cloudy. And a week of watching the Willcox weather forecast convinced me that the Chiricahuas might finally deliver. We got the gang together and planned to go camping.

The Monsters and I took off on Friday, the advance party. We arrived at our spot just north of Pine Canyon Camp** with the weather spot on. The Monsters ran free. Or walked with me. We went first to Hoovey Canyon, then up into Pinery Camp. It sprinkled once. The predicted .05 inches of rain. But mostly it was gloriously cool. It was even more gloriously green. And Pine Creek was rushing and full throated.

The Monsters had trouble puzzling out why, after the walks, we didn’t get back in the car to go home. But one more 9 PM stroll up the gravel road to Downing Pass, settled them in for the night. They on moving blankets and tarps. Me on my cot.

Saturday began as lather, rinse, repeat. But this time we extended our second walk past Pine Canyon Camp up to the old water tank. On the way back we explored some of the spots where the camp buildings—first constructed in 1946–once stood. We had just finished exploring a dim path through The Stations of the Cross when it began sprinkling again. Half-heartedly at first. Then with ominous enthusiasm. We started back at a brisk walk. The Monsters soon broke away to greet my son and our friend Mike, newly arrived.

I spread a tarp over my cot and bag. They set up their tents in the ever more insistent drizzle. Arriving with the boom of distant thunder, Josh and Kylie rolled in just in time to toss up a tent before the clouds cracked opened. With that, the idea of the dogs being wet and having to spend the night out became real. With an “Up!” I got them in the hatch and curled myself into the front seat to wait out the downpour.

The day did end up being lather, rinse and repeat. The rain subsided. We all climbed out of our shelters. The rain rolled in again. We all climbed back in. I began to feel like we were reverse mole people. During one pause, we managed to light a fire and cook dinner. During another, I hiked up the road the see out over the cliffs. And there was the problem. The clouds just weren’t moving. They simply hung over us dripping liquid.

The Chiricahuas were sopping wet long before we arrived. So this new supply didn’t soak in. It ran off. Rivulets of water were running under everyone’s tents. Water was leaking into Josh and Kylie’s. My cot was wet. My son abandoned his $30 tent to bunk in his borrowed Outback. I, knowing it would bring a sleepless night, decided to share my Sube with the dogs.

Around 9 PM Josh and Kylie tossed in the towel. They packed up and left. I hung out with The Monsters until 9:30. But as soft, warm and calm as Suzie the Siberian was, I knew I had to create some awake time. With the rain down to an occasional spatter, I re-lit the fire and cracked a beer.

I don’t know how many logs I’d tossed into the Solo Stove before the clouds broke. But I do know it was midnight. The witching hour. When the clouds dispersed, the now bright Hunter Moon was chasing Jupiter toward the western canyon wall. The Ponderosa pines receded into a mist toward Downing Pass. The moonlight caught the angle of reflectance on some tree leaves behind me. The soft phosphorus highlights on the wet leaves turned it into a Christmas tree subdued to the point of elegance. The pine log flames, enhanced by the Solo Stove, flickered in mesmerizing shapes and colors. All sounds in the sopping wet woods were dampened to silence. It was like being in a magical vortex.

Wanting to remain in the magic, I sacrificed another log or two. Well past the witching hour the clouds closed in again. The beer had lost its charm. A bigger brighter fire would wait until morning. I stashed my chair under a tarp before squeezing myself into the open end of the Subaru. With the only spot for my left hand on the warm double-coat of the Husky I closed my eyes and drifted off.

Somehow I managed to sleep almost five hours. I eased out the cramps, stood up, and ambled right back to the stove. A check of the weather forecast confirmed that we could expect partly cloudy with moments of fire and beer.

So, yeah. If you want to camp during a cool, cloudy weekend in the mountains, Arizona might not be your bag. If you are willing to endure something wetter there may be some magic in your night.

**Pine Canyon Camp, formerly Methodist Camp, was dismantled in 2019. Barely a trace of it exists.

#siberian husky #chiricahua #monsoon #rain #doberman #mountains #camping

[nbula-rising]

Chiricahua

Chiricahua is a band of Apache Native Americans.

Based in the Southern Plains and Southwestern United States, the Chiricahua (Tsokanende) are related to other Apache groups: Ndendahe (Mogollon, Carrizaleño), Tchihende (Mimbreño), Sehende (Mescalero), Lipan, Salinero, Plains, and Western Apache. Chiricahua historically shared a common area, language, customs, and intertwined family relations with their fellow Apaches. At the time of European contact, they had a territory of 15 million acres (61,000 km2) in Southwestern New Mexico and Southeastern Arizona in the United States and in Northern Sonora and Chihuahua in Mexico.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chiricahua

#native american #first nations #chiricahua #apache