Yankee (yan’ke’), n.
YANKEE TAKEN FROM – THE IMPERIAL DICTIONARY OF THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE
(A word of uncertain origin. The most common explanation seems also the most plausible, namely, that it is a corrupt pronunciation of English or of Fr. Anglais formerly current among the American Indians.
In Bartlett’s Dictionary of Americanisms a statement is quoted to the effect that Yengees or Yenkees was a name originally given by the Massachusetts Indians to the English colonists, and that it was afterwards adopted by the Dutch on the Hudson, who applied the term in contempt to all the people of New England.
Bartlett also quotes a statement of Heck-welder (an authority on Indian matters), who affirmed that the Indians applied the term Yengees specially to the New Englanders as contradistinguished from the Virginians or Long Knives, and the English proper or Saggenash. As early as 1713 it is said to have been a common cant word at Cambridge, Mass, in the sense of good or excellent, being probably borrowed by the students from the Indians, to whom a ‘ Yankee’ article would be synonymous with an excellent one, from the superiority of the white man in mechanical arts.)
A cant name for a citizen of New England.
During the American Revolution the name was applied to all the insurgents; and during the civil war it was the common designation of the Federal soldiers by the Confederates. In Britain the term is sometimes applied generally to all natives of the United States.
Yankee – Doodle (yang-ke-do’di), n
A famous air, now regarded as American and national. In reality the air is an old English one, called Nankey Doodle, and had some derisive reference to Cromwell. It is said that the brigade under Lord Percy, after the battle of Lexington, marched out of Boston playing this tune in derisive and punning allusion to the name Yankee, and the New Englanders adopted the air in consideration of the fact that they had made the British dance to it.
The really national tune of the whole United States, however, is ‘Hail, Columbia! -2 A Yankee. ‘Hot Yankee-doodles,’ Moore. (Ludicrous.)
The really national tune of the whole United States, however, is ‘Hail, Columbia! -2 A Yankee. ‘Hot Yankee-doodles,’ Moore. (Ludicrous.)
Cherokee maiden of your Forefathers land ,Cherokee maiden of your Grandmothers land
Cherokee maiden of your lost taken, land Cherokee maiden the circus is in town Cherokee maiden I hear your calls, alas, it is all in the past
Are you free to roam as your ancestors’ did?
Can you travel wherever for game to live?
Are the buffalos still roaming the plains?
Are the Bison still grazing on the Great Plains?
Are there any Pronghorn roaming in the Mojave Desert, called Antelope Valley
Are the rivers and streams still clear clean?
Are you free to talk to your spirits and gods?
Only in war we have our camps. Yes. Prisoner of war behind barbed wire.
World war two what did one nation do Condemned by most, abhorrent by all
A nation all great, look on the outside. It’s native peoples invisible chains.
What of a new world, a distant planet One day to come, travel so far round them all up make them walk taken from homeland see baron soil.
That’s not good enough move them again. So many died Trail of Tears.
Why. ‘Oh why, must we force our will Can’t we share, equal rights, equality too.
Yes if you’re not of this beautiful place.
Rights governed by those who invade. Do not plead
So they blame the red man for all his ills.
Congress and the Whitehouse reject
Gen. Winfield Scott, 7000 troops rounded up the Cherokee at bayonet point.
Only 400 Cherokees escaped 18000-herded first in a series of forts.
800-mile walk forage for food.
So brave they be the Cherokee tribe.
Their mountains, streams, forests, open plains, Rushmore a sacred place.
So much more, taken, killed fore
What is a reservation, tract of land?
Reserved for exclusive occupation by native tribes.
Is not an open prison similar?
Come and go as one pleases.
Rest in peace those that fell
Rest in peace the unborn child
Rest in peace Warrior people
Rest in peace 500 + tribes
u-no-le a life of misery by he.
(Just a note to say that one evening while I am sleeping, a female Indian and her daughter came in a dream? She spoke to me and insist I wrote the above. I tried to ignore this as being only a dream. Being restless and unable to sleep I fetch a pen and pad and wrote the above. I’m pleased to say I continued sleeping without any further disturbance). Some things are so strange.
Green to blew my heart is true
See in the sky, how high I fly looking down,
Do you see that town?
Nothing is moving because of you
Your slumber makes the world stand still
Arise, wake up, the moons had enough
See the sun’s rays, beyond hill range?
He’s holding still, waiting for Jill
Even the rain, waiting patiently
Come sweet child open thy eyes
Eastern wind won’t even blow
The birds are waiting need fly high
To swoop and dive before they die
Oh come, wake up sleepy head-why
Do we have to blow?
the wake-up horn
A mighty raw, wake the heavens for sure
The stars they twinkle, waiting, so still
I’m flying high waiting for Jill
Green to blue the sea needs to move
Moon; she turns our ocean tides
Wow betide – time to rise make some pies
Wand of Almond tree
Go yonder ye to thee wand of almond tree, there embrace, thy hands to hands, close thy eyes go forth ye faerie folk, to yonder almond tree. Tis there, thee will find the wand of Queen Shih’esham for whom do find.
Go, henceforth, there one will see it glisten so, if ye be the one to behold such magi.
If one plucks ye wand from the almond tree, be the one hand to take, take it well, for it controls such faerie magi.
Nowise you’re kind knowing of malevolent wants, tis only for good of heartfelt deeds.
Forbid thee of ever ask, the wand to make a maiden, taketh her heart, and soul, for retribution will befall your soul and heart, that never more will you love or be loved.
Be wise as an owl, always with good intent do thee use the faerie wand of almond tree. Pixies and faeries, and all forest folk, do thee see garlands of wild blossom, meadow blooms to wear in their hair.
Do you see with glee there in that hazel tree? All faeries with trinkets of gold don’t be too bold, for our faerie and pixie folk; do play in the meadows and hedgerows, telling their extravagant tales.
Faeries of old, faeries of new, never do we see such fools as thee.
The faerie Queen in fine regalia, her subjects are shy, see how they fly, never take by her wing, surely she’d die.
Faeries fly with grace and such skill, like humming birds so still, do you ever see a faerie fly, without her crown of meadow snow drop?
Faeries or pixies ye Willow tree mourns, driven from woods and forests all, there meadows heaths hedgerows too, wherever wisheth be, cast out thine rightful homes. Oh the faerie folk their homes destroyed with pitchfork and scythe, there tiki’s do burn, out, out the humi’s cry. Away with ye, be gone, oh ye devils, bewitching young’uns foolish talk. In traps-n-nets they take them all sparing none there our plight?
Nowhere to fly, no hiding place, there woods and forest ablaze with rage, on, on those humis drive the faerie folk who once dwelt in the evergreen.
Willow branches hang with sadness upon the faerie folk’s demise and expulsion from there woodland green. When will she raise those long grief stricken fingers, she weeps alas no more her faerie folk do dwell.
When all the faeries came and played, alas no more there ever will, alas no more never more see our glistening friends our faerie folk there evergreen no more they be in there playing fields, and woods, even forest deep deserted all.
Oh the sad snowdrop hangs her head with shame, why you ask, I tell you so, because of humis doings, driving her faerie folk from her. The faeries would take and wear upon there crowns her bloom of plenty, and even play a game so gay with harps so merry when all the faeries would come to play. Alas no more will she see her glistening friends. Oh who will find the wand of the willow tree?
Thy faerie queen she sits so regal upon her thrown, Oh Why, why the faerie folk cry, banished from there world of green. Now the willow bows so low to conceal the wand of willow tree, none will find until the day the faeries dawn.
My story begins or should I say the puppy’s story.
It’s the third week in February on a cold a blustery evening.
In a warm cosy bed, four puppies are born; one by one they are delivered by their mum. She gives each pup a through clean, instinctively each puppy starts to feed off its mother.
Over a course of a few hours, all are safely brought into this world, cleaned feed then to sleep. Each time mum moves they would cry out. Being so small and unable to open there eyes, they stayed huddled together for warmth, safety and secure.
Their story of life begins these early days, weeks and then months of puppy play, fun, joy and so much more. But back to now there first few hours of life. I’ll begin with the puppy’s names, first is Fluffy a boy, then there’s Snowflake a girl. Both are cream in colour and are identical twins.
Next is Tyson of course a boy, lastly it’s Kwai a girl, both are dark chocolate colour again we have twins. For the first two weeks the puppies could not open there eyes which is a good thing because it stops them wondering and keeps them safely together.
There mum only left them for very short periods of time at first, they need to be feed on her milk quite often when first born. Then as they get older and bigger in size she’ll leave them for longer and when she settles down with them they push, and shove each other for a feed. But beware if there dad shows himself when the babies are newly born for if mom sees him near, she will growl to let him know to keep away, he lowers his head and backs away.
They soon grow in size over the first few weeks, then from 14 days old, slowly each one of them starts to open there eyes for the very first time.
At first the puppies start to explore and roam in their bed, not venturing out just yet. Mom leaves babies for longer periods of time now as they don’t need to be feed quite so often. At first when the puppies try and walk they are very wobbly on their little legs trying to investigate their surroundings.
Their bed is very warm and cosy to sleep in. Always they huddle together, even sleep on top of each other for warmth. Sometimes when mum comes back into the bed she steps on top of them, clumsy mummy.
One day each puppy was picked up and nasty tasting liquid was squirted in their mouths and they did not like that. Mummy was always washing the puppies, each time she came back into the bed she would clean them, if one did not want to be washed and tried to move away she would put a paw on them to hold them firmly in place.
The puppies they play, pulling, rolling even biting with their mouths but they don’t hurt each other because they have no teeth yet.
Tyson is the first one to go to the opening of the bed. He’s not sure what to do so turns, goes back to the others, plays a little then goes to sleep. The next day Tyson was the first to step out of the bed, and then followed by Kwai
Fluffy and Snowflake remained in their bed. Tyson and Kwai were very unsteady on their legs and did not venture very far. Then mum came back and they followed her into the bed and lay with mum and had a feed.
A day or two later they were all more confident in leaving the bed, but soon over time walking was easy to do.
As the weeks pass by and each of them grows a little, the human mummy started to put little pieces of food in their mouths, it tasted nice. Their teeth are coming through and the puppies chew all kinds of different things when they play.
Five weeks old and now should be going outside into the garden to play. There’s a very big opening mummy and daddy go through to go out into the garden. It’s a sunny morning; they are playing inside the house with each other. If they play with a cloth soft toy, Loki there two year old brother may have the cloth toy in his mouth and would hold onto it playing tug-a -war, he’ll pull us across the floor. We play hide and seek in the house, there’s lots of places we can go. All four of us play making such a noise with our little barks and puppy sounds. We go behind the furniture and being so small can go under chairs. Mummy is too big to fetch us from under and behind Chester draws and chairs.
Kwai may be little but she is very playful, noisy, and dominant when they play. Tyson, the larger one of the four of us is just as bad as Kwai. Snowflake and Fluffy are quieter but they play just as well as the other two.
Once Fluffy was holding Kwai’s tail and she was holding Tyson’s tail all three pulling, just there way of having fun play. Now the puppies can hurt each other when playing, biting each other’s ears.
Now they’re older, the puppies are allowed into the garden to play; they go between the flowers and leaf of the tulips. There are red and white ones.
Kwai and Tyson are eating flower leafs; Snowflake and Fluffy are chasing each other on the lawn. Loki comes and joins in, he has a stick in his mouth we try to take the stick from him, Loki runs, he’s too fast for us, and we can’t catch him.
Then Tyson and Kwai come over to play, all four puppies chasing each other on the lawn around a trampoline, round and round they run. It’s so much fun, especially on a nice sunny morning like today. Now Tyson, Snowflake and Fluffy go to the red tulips and start jumping up at the flower heads, trying to pull the heads of the stems. There able to take petals off, one at a time, they take them over to the lawn, lie down then chew the petals. Kwai comes over to the tulips and pulls at the very long leafs they have. It’s very hard trying to pull them off. They only manage to take part of the leaf. Now there’s four puppies taking petals, and leafs from the red tulips, soon the garden has petals scattered over the lawn.
Now all four puppies have gone into the shed and Kwai puts her front paws on the top of a plant pot and tries to look inside, the pot tips over with a loud noise and they all dart for cover, they don’t know what’s happening; the pot rolls on its side, then the pot stops, all four come out from hiding, and sniff and look at this thing on the floor.
Kwai puts her head in for a better look, nothing there so she leaves it. Tyson went under some shelving and started barking; he wants to play, Snowflake starts barking back at him trying to playfully bite his ear.
Fluffy and Kwai each have a piece of wood there chewing and ignoring the other two. There mum comes into the shed she has a biscuit, she’s looking for somewhere to hide it to eat later, She has a good look around but there’s nowhere for her to hide the biscuit, so she goes outside. Fluffy and Snowflake follow her; she’s gone over to the flower pots and flower trays that have seedlings growing inside. Fluffy stands on his back legs, looks inside the long tray that has little green flower stems growing. Mummy jumped onto one tray and starts digging, she wants to hide her biscuit to eat later.
The trays are a little off the ground to keep slugs and snails from damaging the seedlings. Fluffy tries to jump into a tray, but it’s too high for his little legs. Then mom jumps out and goes to another tray, and starts digging a hole in the compost to hide her biscuit there. She places the biscuit in the hole, then covers it over using her paw, then jumps out.
All four puppies now follow their mum into the house; they all lay down together for a little sleep. What a busy morning they have had. All the puppies in there warm cosy bed, all cuddled together safe and sound. A refreshed ready to go play again group of four puppies, but first the puppies need to eat, they all wander over to their food dish. There’s plenty for all, they have different kinds of biscuits that are just the right size for little mouths, then there is the wet food, sometimes they don’t like the smell of that and they don’t eat it.
It’s nice and sunny outside time to play and investigate their surroundings; Kwai, Tyson and Fluffy make their way to the top of the garden. There are plenty of plants, a shed, bush and a hedge and little piles of soil. Kwai and Tyson can see a gap under the shed and make their way over there. There’s wood supporting the shed off the ground so the puppy’s crawl under, with enough space to play hide and seek. It’s dark under there, but it’s very dry.
Tyson and kwai start barking, calling to Snowflake and Fluffy, come and play with us. Mummy comes over first, she’s scolding them off, and then Snowflake and Fluffy wonder over to see what’s happening. Mum’s too big to go under the shed; Kwai is barking and yapping at mum. Now Tyson comes to the opening, you can just see his nose and part of his front paws, he’s barking and yapping. Mum puts her head down to nip Tyson, but he’s too fast and backs away very fast indeed. What a sound when four puppies are barking and yapping. Mummy gives up and leaves the puppies to play and goes back into the house.
Now the puppies go over to the tulips, they jump trying to remove the petals and leaf to chew. Loki comes over to them, and then Snowflake and Tyson chase after him, Loki’s so fast, the little ones are fast but there little legs can’t catch up with him. Its good fun and exercise they enjoy it so much.
There’s a wooden fence one side of the lawn, in fact there’s only two panels that side, and a gap between those and a wire netting fence. The puppies are able to go between and play. Tyson, Snowflake went behind the panels and start digging a hole. Kwai and Fluffy are the other side barking and start digging a hole there side. It looks like there digging a hole to escape into next door’s garden.
Tyson and Snowflake make quite a large hole between them, their nearly able to crawl to the other side of the panel. The soil is getting harder for them to dig, being so dry. There big brother comes along and helps them dig that hole deeper, it’s large enough now for the two puppies to crawl under the fence.
One at a time they try to make their way to the lawn side, but Kwai and Fluffy are barking and nipping at them. Loki comes back onto the lawn; he’s picked a stick up, Kwai and Fluffy case after him allowing Tyson and Snowflake to crawl under the fence back onto the lawn. Loki lies down on the lawn with his stick, chewing and breaking pieces off. Fluffy as now joined Loki, lying very close to him. He tries to take hold of one end of the stick but Loki moves to his right a little. Tyson, Snowflake and Kwai have all gone to the flower bed. The tulips are in full bloom, there’s red ones and white ones. The puppies seem to like the red coloured ones best. Tulips are quite tall and have very wide long leafs. The puppies are walking between the tulips it seems there eyeing up which one to play with. All the puppies are small in size so they have to jump at the flower heads. Snowflake starts to chew at a leaf, and then she’s able to chew small pieces off at a time. Tyson and Kwai are jumping at the flower heads; they can only take petals off one at a time. They take a petal, go onto the lawn and start chewing holding it with their paws. Soon there are lots of red petals on the green lawn, maybe the puppies like red and green.
Loki has managed to break a piece off his stick and Fluffy has picked up the piece then holds between his paws and chews away all happy.
And so each day they enjoy their little lives but before I end I’ll finish with what dogs do best.
As there mum digs holes in the flower trays to bury her biscuits, the puppies are unable to climb and help her, well if they can’t dig in the flower trays they can dig in the lawn, and so they do, their little paws digging so fast. I don’t know why they do this thing, but they get so dirty and need a good clean, which they don’t like.
Mum is a Chihuahua Pomeranian, Dad is a pedigree Chihuahua and there’s Loki a one year old brother.
MY NEW SAYINGS
New To Me – Numerology
Old or new
I never know
A dress doesn’t make the woman
the woman makes the dress.
A woman’s make-up is just a mask
Remove, the wall falls down.
She a diamond sparkles
never ever looking rough.
Young at heart, don’t act my age
Very soon, I’ll be on the obituary page
Age doesn’t matter
surely look’s define.
Looking for me little bee
Come, let’s fly – be with me
Eyes tell all without a word
a smile defines love within.
A woman’s dress size never right
A woman’s weight, reads just right
damn them scales always faulty
Never such a thing, of a sure bet
the odds are stacked by chance.
Where have all the gentleman gone
to the grave yard ever one
Don’t do anything in the daytime
that keeps you awake at night
The important thing is
keep your mojo moist