My brother is a master weaver...his work has been published in the Native People's magazine and he is recognized throughout the Northwest for his talent...here's a sample of his work:Pictured here is a hip bag he wove many years ago - the fibre used here is cornhusk a traditional Indian weaving material he is particularly noted for. The design is traditional arrows.
After our first day ended we were making our way through the vendors and happend to stop at one booth where I saw these beaded spiders in all different colors. The woman in the booth noticed that I was looking closer at them and told us this story: These spiders were made by Jicarilla Apache women (the booth owner and her daughter). Long ago, Grandmother Spider was a very skilled weaver who's webs were tight enough to carry water...it is Grandmother Spider who taught the Jicarilla Apache people how to weave...if you have time, look up more stories about her, shie's quite the amazing one.
It had been an exhausting but amazing day...when we got back to our room we thought were going to do other things but both of us ended up sleeping REALLY well that night.
Day two came about with a sunrise like you only see in Western Washington, sparkling through the trees with cheerful hope, tickling your spirit to awaken you gently but bright enough to mean GOOD MORNING.
After our weaving conference ended we were honored to be invited to dinner at the brand new Chehalis Tribal Center. We were welcomed by Dan G a Chehalis tribal council member and after a few raffle items were announced we got to go through the line to eat some of the best seafood imaginable prepared for us by Chehalis tribal elders!
A Chehalis tribal canoe family shared with us some songs and dances and then a Quileute group also shared their songs, dances and a few stories. Coast tribe songs are filled with such rich strength and stories. One of the Quileute songs and dances talks about how the bird was the Watcher, as the Watcher he went about the land looking and seeing what was being done...he happened to see the Killer Whale come up to the shore and turn itself into a Wolf so he could go and live as a Wolf among the People...in turn, the Wolf went to the shore and turned himself into a Whale so he could go swim about and see what was under water. The Bird watched these things happen and saved them to tell his children about and that's where the dance came from.
All things being said and done it was just SO WONDERFUL to get home to be greeted by our faithful friends Rocky and Sandy