Mathil's Legacy

Kinakita

Memories shared by Cousin Sandy Whitman The turtle is a sign of eternal life, he connects the water with the land, see his back is a puzzle, where the great creator put him back together when he crashed upon the rocks. Our Lord will put our great tribe back together once more as he does for each of us when we become broken too. A lot of people knew uncle William “Semu” Talented though blind, he tended his garden of tender green beans , asparagus, squash, cucumbers, tomatoes,

Diane Coler-Cubit

Feb 212 min read

Aunt Marion’s holly hocks

As told to me by Cousin Sandy Whitman 1995 Sandy was the eldest daughter of Joseph and Elizabeth. My mother's closest cousin 2 times over, their mothers were sisters, and fathers were brothers. Sandy's father, my great uncle Joe died in an industrial accident in Albany, New York and Elizabeth married Freddy from Vermont. All of them grew up togther there at thompson's point, cousins Delores, Sandy, Ginger, Carol, Jim, June, Marie and Eli. My mom is the eldest of the cousins,

Diane Coler-Cubit

Feb 212 min read

Mamsahlapika

Spiders web by Diane Cubit Listen carefully the quiet is speaking, softly, warmly, saying; “We are here, we are here, we matter, we are here.” Moments pass and the quiet wiggles, stretches and grows. The uncomfortable silence follows me, through the lines. I hide between the spaces, as an excuse to my real fears, But the quiet becomes deafening, and painful. I cry, and cry louder and louder, hoping my noise will outlast the quiet, But alas, no one can hear me because no one i

Diane Coler-Cubit

Feb 211 min read

Al8msekpoda

Troy Rising The people of the Dawn land call him Al8msekpoda , The maker of the wind, Perched high on its Diamond Rock, Effortlessly soaring over the city below, Passing over rivers and streams, Invisible to most, The giant bird in golden plumage, brings the winds of change With the beating of his wings, Forever cleansing the gray ashes of old, A new Troy shall Rise…

Diane Coler-Cubit

Feb 211 min read

Si8mosis

By Diane M. Cubit, 1998 Little Hawk’s grandmother was a very wise woman. Everyday, before school grandmother would say “Little Hawk, someday you too will be asked to drum with the elders. Like your brother Wolf, you must practice.” Little Hawk would ignore grandmother’s wise words, and chase his older brother to school jumping and hollering behind him. Grandmother would settle into her work as little Hawk would watch her soak and weave the sweet grass between the wooden splin

Diane Coler-Cubit

Feb 212 min read