hey yall. today i bring you the fifth installment in the blogiversary bash series. meet raewyn, another blogger to whom i've been introduced by kristie.
Hello! My name is Raewyn, and I blog over at Be a Warrior Queen. I focus on empowering women to be their fullest self, while sharing tidbits of my life. I'm recently married and a mama-to-be. I can't wait to teach my daughter the beauty of individuality and compassionate hearts. My childhood was filled with abnormal experiences that taught me the beauty of life. I can't wait to share with her.
Only the people who have known me since I was a small child know that my family and I used to do 1840s re-enactments. We called them rendezvouses and we'd do the whole shebang. It was very similar to Renaissance Fairs (if you've been to any of the good ones) where you have to hide anything that appears to be modern.
We'd spend weekends camping in our canvas teepee on cots covered with Mexican wool blankets (hiding our sleeping bags.) Our ice chests hid inside of wood boxes and all of our meals were cooked over a pit my dad dug in the ground.
We were supposed to be pioneers taking making our way to the promiseland of California. As with all societies, we tried to show the hierarchy. There were the more well-off dressed much nicer than I in my Little House on the Prairie dresses and occasional leather Native American dress hand-stitched by my grandfather. We had wood utensils. The more well-off (often dressed in Civil War General garb) had silverware.
These experiences were something I could never forget, and I truly believe I have a strong understanding of California history that many people missed.
Back to the wood utensils versus the silverware. Oh, I remember the silverware was so fancy and ornate. Something we truly took for granted in our regular everyday life. The wood utensils were more difficult to use. We often scooped instead of stabbed, yet we were lucky enough to have knives. Knives my grandfather made with metal and animal bone.
My grandfather passed away this past year, and I took as many of these mementos as I could find. I have knives made out of antlers and drinking horns that he created that were so ornate and gorgeous, I never understood why we didn't still use these types of things.
It is strange, you know. The animals and plants we eat have so much more use than what we currently use them for. We'll throw away parts that many other societies cherish. Our modern society puts more emphasis on electronics that are man-made than the beauty we can find in the earth.
My grandfather loved to create things out of the earth. These rendezvouses were my favorite memories with my grandfather. During that time we spent a lot of time at my grandparents after school. But the weekend rendezvous was something different. We'd create our own games, use our own imagination and play a lot of school. My grandfather taught me how to throw a tomahawk, and my mother and I learned basket weaving. I was so proud of myself the day I sold my first basket. I am sure the man bought it because I was a cute kid, and not because it was actually any good.
|If you look closely, you'll see a tomahawk flying through the air.|
These lessons are lost on my generation and those that come after. Silverware is now something so common, while the gorgeous individuality of wood slips away from our grasps. We paint over the unique natural design that took years to make, to create uniform pieces. Much like we prefer to mass-produce electronics than hand-make something original.
raewyn, this was fascinating. thanks for sharing!