My name is Carol (Shirley) Stahlin
and I, along with my sister, Anne (Shirley) Melmon, are managers for the Baker/Shirley Family Tree. Our family tree is posted online on this site! There are 2501 names in our family site. The site was last updated on Mar 2 2018, and it currently has 46 registered member(s). If you wish to become a member too, please click here. Surnames in this tree include: Baker, Shirley, Dunn, Hensley, Robertson, Wyatt, Rea, Dale, McKee, Tutt, Cash, Brewer, and related families. Please contact me if you are interested in joining our group. Thanks for visiting.
One time there lived a giant mosquito. He was bigger than a bear, and more terrifying. When he flew through the sky the sun couldn't be seen and it became dark as night. The zooming of his wings were wilder than a storm. And when he was hungry, he would fly in to a camp and carry off a person or two and pick their bones clean.
Again and again the warriors tried to destroy the wild beast but their arrows fell off him like dew drops off a leaf. They didn't know what to do.
So the chief and the medicine man in the tribe ordered a big meeting to pray to the creator to help them destroy the monster mosquito. They burned great fires and they sang, as well as danced and prayed.
Bat and Spider heard their loud cry for help and decided to see what they could do. Bat came down from the sky and began looking for the monster to do battle with it and hopefull destroy it. And spider spun a huge web to try and catch it.
The giant mosquito heard this and knew he could not beat bat, so he decided to run away. He flew and he flew. He flew so fast no one could see him. He was faster than lightning. The only sound was the zooming of his wings through the air. But Bat was after him just as fast. The giant monster flew around the lakes, over rivers, and over mountains toward the East. Bat kept after him, never tiring.
Swiftly and wildly, at the speed of eagles, the monster flew towards the ocean and there bat reached him.
When the sun was going down in a red mist at the end of the sky, the giant monster came to the large lakes of the East and turned to look and saw bat was coming nearer and as he did he flew into spider's huge web.
The battle was short and the monster Mosquito was destroyed. His blood flew in all directiosn and a strange thing happened. From that blood were born small mosquitos with sharp stingers. No sooner were they born than they flew in all directions and attacked all animals without prejudice. These small mosquitos with the sharp stingers mulitplied a thousand fold.
It happened long ago, but to this day we have thousands of mosquitos with sharp stingers. Bat still hunts them at night, and spider still spins a web to catch them.
Two brothers went hunting together, and when they came to a good camping site in the mountains they made a fire. While one gathered bark to put up a shelter the other started up the creek to look for a deer. Soon he heard a noise at the top of the ridge as if two animals were fighting. He hurried through the bushes to see what it might be. He came upon the spot and found a great uktena coiled around a man and choking him to death. The man was fighting for his life, and called out to the hunter; "Help me, nephewl he is your enemy as well as mine." The hunter took aim, and drawing the arrow to the head, sent it through the body of the uktena, so that the blood spouted from the hole. The snake loosen its coils with a snapping sound, and went tumbling down the ridge into the valley, tearing up the earth like a water spout as it rolled. The stranger stood up and it was the Asga'ya Gi'gagei, the red man of Lightning. He said to the hunter, "You have helped me and now...
Once upon a time there was an Indian who was the most famous hunter for hundreds of miules around. This was because he had magical powers which enabled him to lure any wild animal into his clutches. "The grass is sweeter here," he would call to a stag. And the stag would trust him and come, so that the hunter could put an arrow in it's ribs. He even dared to lure down the fierce eagles who circled over the forests looking for prey. "There's some tender meat for you here," he would call up to an eagle. "Come down and get it." And when the eagle flew down to sieze the meat in its talons, the hunter would come out of hidiing and send an arrow into its heart. It was a dangerous game. "Take care," people warned him. "Beware of the mother eagle's revenge." But the hunter just laughed.
One day he saw the mother eagle circling high up in the sky. She was the biggest and strongest of all the eagles. The hunter waved at ...
A spider was quietly spinning his web in his own space. It was beside the sleeping space of Nokomis, the grandmother.
Each day, Nokomis watched the spider at work, quietly spinning away. One day as she was watching him, her grandson came in. "Nokomis-iya!" he shouted, glancing at the spider. He stomped over to the spider, picked up a shoe and went to hit it.
"No-keegwa," the old lady whispered, "Don't hurt him."
"Nokomis, why do you protect the spider?" asked the little boy.
The old lady smiled, but did not answer. When the boy left, the spider went to the old woman and thanked her for saving his life. He said to her, "For many years you have watched me spin and weave my web. You have admired my work. In return for saving my life, I will give you a gift." He smiled his special spider smile and moved away, spinning as he went. Soon the moon glistened on a magical silvery web moving gently in the window. "See how I spin?" he said. "See and learn, for each web will snare bad dreams. Only good dreams will go through the small hole. This is my gift to you. Use it so that only good dreams will be remembered. The bad dreams will become hopelessly entangled in the web." (Author Unknown)
Forgive us our debts, the same as we forgive our debtors
And do not temptation being lead us into
Deliver us from evil existing
For thine your Lordship is
And the power is
And the glory is forever
The Twenty Third Psalm
The Great Father above a Shepherd Chief is. I am His and with Him I want not. He throws out to me a rope and the name of the rope is love and He draws me to where the grasss is green and the water is not dangerous, and I eat and lie down and am satisfied. Sometimes my heart is very weak and falls down but He lifts me up again and drawwse me to a good road. His name is WONDERFUL. Sometimes, it may be very soon, it may be a very long long time. He will draw me i...
The shape of the medicine wheel represents the circle of life and death, never ending. The cross within the middle symbolizes the four directions and each direction is signified with a color.
East-(Yellow) Beginning, Family
South-(White) Youth, Friendship
West-(Black) Solitude, Adulthood
Red symbolic of success
Black is always typical of death
Blue symbolized failure, disappointment, unsatisfied desire
White denoted peace, and happiness
Here In The Center-green
Prayer To The Directions: (Chief Seattle)
Great Spirit of Light come to me out of the East(red) with the power of the rising sun. Let there be light in my words, let there be light on my path that I walk. Let me remember always that you gave the gift of a new day and ...
"There is no such thing as "part Cherokee", either you're Cherokee or you're not."
"Learn how to withhold judgement, Learn to listen, Get in touch with your inner self, Look at life with joy, Dopn't ever cry over something that cannot cry over you." (Modoc)
"You have noticed everything an Indioan does is in a circle, and that is because the Power of the World always works in circles, and everything tries to be round. The life of man is a circle from childhood to adulthood, and so it is in everything where power moves. our teepees were round like the nests of birds, and these were always set in a circle, the nation's hoop, a nest of many nests, where the Great Spirit meant for us to hatch our children." (Black Elk)
" With all things and in all things, we are relatives." (Sioux)
"Lose your temper and you lose a friend, lie and you lose yourself." (Hopi)
"Have patience. All things change in due time. Wishing cannot bring autumn glory or cause winter to cease." (Cherokee)
A nation is not conquerored until the hearts of its women are on the ground. Then, it is done, no matter how brave it's warriors nor how strong its weapons." (Cheyenne)
"Marriage among my people was like traveling in a canoe. The man sat in front and paddled the canoe. The woman sat in the steren but she steered. " (Anonymous)
"Wars are fought to see who owns the land, but in the end it possesses man. Who dares say he owns it-is he not buried beneath it?" (Cochise)
Little Deer was the protector of the deer. The Cherokee hunters were instructed in the ways of hunting the deer and prayed to the Deer Spirit for pardon when they killed it for food. If a hunter killed a deer needlessly and without asking the Deer's Spirit pardon, Little Deer would track down the hunter and give him rheumatism so that he could hunt no more.