Andy Thundercloud, your story is important. And that you convey this through your children, your grandchildren, and the language apprentice you are mentoring is crucial to the survival of the great Ho-Chunk people and language. May you and your people enjoy long life and a thriving nation.
Thank you for sharing this. Recently on my family tree I have found the missing part of my family tree they were native American as an Apache woman had told me at a pow wow. Part of them were potawatomi and ho chunk . Because the other half of my ancestors were European I am now trying to learn about my native American ancestors who they were and what they believed in. So thank you so much for sharing, Maureen
Thank you for taking your time, talent, and treasure to preserve Ho-Chunk language, traditions, and culture. So glad for you that you krrp it from being lost forever. Menomonee Sean
These people were one with nature they respected all wildlife because they believe that everything has a soul even the trees and the grass and when you think about things in that way it makes you respect nature more... It is really sad what the American government did to these people....I Am a Puerto Rican man.. Taino Indian... To be exact so I have a connection with the native American people... I once visited a convention that was open to the public and they had native American vendors food and arts and crafts even song and dance... As I was watching these people dance.... I started to weep cuz it was moving how proud fierce and humble they are... It was an amazing experience
I knew that one of my ancestors was Native American but that is true of a lot of Americans and while I found Native American culture interesting I never really took the time to learn more about it. Well I recently found out that that ancestor was my grandmother's grandmother (more recent a connection than I had assumed) and that she was Ho-Chunk. Now I really want to know more, especially about how life was pre-colonization. It occurs to me that I grew up in Wisconsin and no matter where in the world I go, somehow I always end up back there, like my soul is connected to it. I live in Belgium now with my husband for 7 years which is the longest I've been away. Seeing the video of the landscape made me feel "thirsty" for it, which seems bizarre to say. I want to ascribe some mystical meaning to this but maybe I just miss home..
No dear one. It is mystical. I grew up dreaming of my Native relations...they "knawed" at me. In 1998 I began reading...and reading...my Auntie casually told me "you know we have some French-Jewish." What? Kept reading...then 2013 the light...I'm not seeing Indian in dad or grandma. Did DNA. No indian but my Auntie was right. Through a series of choices I made in my life I was literally (mystically) led to my dead "Indian" ancestors buried about 7 miles away. My 3x grandma, her two sons (my 2x grandpa and uncle) their wives and some children. I was astonished putting it mildly. It was literally Pesach when I found grandma Ruth on Find A Grave website. I didn't know the others were there. It goes deep in me. My father never knew because my grandma didn't want us to know. Blessings of much ❤️ to you and yours. I treasure my studies. You get reading now. I have cousins on the Menominee Rez I still hope to meet. Stephanie Dill. We are from the same 5x grandmother. One son married into Menominee. He'd be a 4x uncle to me. Shalom 🙂
Really liked listening to your story. I too am learning a connection to the Ho Chunk and much has been revealed in dreams and from the words of my Grandmother, Helen Long. She told me hundreds of times of sitting at the parade at Black River Falls as a very young girl and the Tribal members would come to her and say “Enuka sedrich keona hoonahnay” which she said meant, daughter of Long, how are you? Her father, Frank Long, was the Indian Agent and her mother Lucy Porter was the daughter of William Porter, who had the drug store in town. They lost a baby in Feb of 1892 according to the headstone. My grandmother said they never knew her real birthday but it was celebrated on June 8, 1892 and she had no middle name. She moved with parents to goldfields of Arizona and then to Pasadena. She always braided her hair and wore turquoise and loved visiting trading posts in Arizona. I got the book, People of the Big Voice and there is a man in one of the pictures that looks exactly like my Dad. Suspect he may be my great grandfather. Wish I knew who he was. We all have olive complexion with lips and chin that are unique and also found in that book. We also have family photo in Indian regalia of Frank and Roddy and other tribe members. Very coincidentally, when my Mom and Dad separated as an early teen, we moved with my Mom from Nevada to Doty Island, Wisconsin and I attended Menasha High School. Seems like a sign. Would be so Grateful for any knowledge anyone may have to help me piece together our families heritage. Good cheers. Jim 808-315-3476
My father-in-law was of your tribe. His name was William Henry O'Brien. I remember his mother, Lavinia Thoroud (sp), making Indian fry bread and corn soup. Good memories.
This man is an excellent storyteller. Thank you so much for sharing these stories. This series is a treasure of culture.
Just like MY Choka. 💖🦅
OMGosh I love this video & memorial. I'm Ho-Chunk Wisconsin too. I want to learn our language. Thank you SO much!!!
Andy Thundercloud, your story is important. And that you convey this through your children, your grandchildren, and the language apprentice you are mentoring is crucial to the survival of the great Ho-Chunk people and language.
May you and your people enjoy long life and a thriving nation.
Thank you for sharing your stories with us ,all.
Respect to you and all relation!
Great teaching !
I'm in Iowa shout out to my Indian Bureau I love you guys cedar rapids Iowa.
I am brought to tears
Same here
Agreed!!
Thank you for sharing this. Recently on my family tree I have found the missing part of my family tree they were native American as an Apache woman had told me at a pow wow. Part of them were potawatomi and ho chunk . Because the other half of my ancestors were European I am now trying to learn about my native American ancestors who they were and what they believed in. So thank you so much for sharing, Maureen
Blessings unto your people, and may your ancestral spirits continued to be revered.
Thank you for taking your time, talent, and treasure to preserve Ho-Chunk language, traditions, and culture. So glad for you that you krrp it from being lost forever. Menomonee Sean
This man is a national treasure💕❤️💜 God bless him✝️
These people were one with nature they respected all wildlife because they believe that everything has a soul even the trees and the grass and when you think about things in that way it makes you respect nature more... It is really sad what the American government did to these people....I Am a Puerto Rican man.. Taino Indian... To be exact so I have a connection with the native American people... I once visited a convention that was open to the public and they had native American vendors food and arts and crafts even song and dance... As I was watching these people dance.... I started to weep cuz it was moving how proud fierce and humble they are... It was an amazing experience
Your Grandpa was a wise man❤
My ex was ho chunk, she was the best person in the world, RIP
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This was any AMAZING vid. Tysm for your words...
I knew that one of my ancestors was Native American but that is true of a lot of Americans and while I found Native American culture interesting I never really took the time to learn more about it. Well I recently found out that that ancestor was my grandmother's grandmother (more recent a connection than I had assumed) and that she was Ho-Chunk. Now I really want to know more, especially about how life was pre-colonization.
It occurs to me that I grew up in Wisconsin and no matter where in the world I go, somehow I always end up back there, like my soul is connected to it. I live in Belgium now with my husband for 7 years which is the longest I've been away. Seeing the video of the landscape made me feel "thirsty" for it, which seems bizarre to say. I want to ascribe some mystical meaning to this but maybe I just miss home..
No dear one. It is mystical. I grew up dreaming of my Native relations...they "knawed" at me. In 1998 I began reading...and reading...my Auntie casually told me "you know we have some French-Jewish." What? Kept reading...then 2013 the light...I'm not seeing Indian in dad or grandma. Did DNA. No indian but my Auntie was right. Through a series of choices I made in my life I was literally (mystically) led to my dead "Indian" ancestors buried about 7 miles away. My 3x grandma, her two sons (my 2x grandpa and uncle) their wives and some children. I was astonished putting it mildly. It was literally Pesach when I found grandma Ruth on Find A Grave website. I didn't know the others were there. It goes deep in me. My father never knew because my grandma didn't want us to know. Blessings of much ❤️ to you and yours. I treasure my studies. You get reading now. I have cousins on the Menominee Rez I still hope to meet. Stephanie Dill. We are from the same 5x grandmother. One son married into Menominee. He'd be a 4x uncle to me. Shalom 🙂
I watched the mississippi flow and the eagles fish today . Would very much like to talk
Really liked listening to your story. I too am learning a connection to the Ho Chunk and much has been revealed in dreams and from the words of my Grandmother, Helen Long. She told me hundreds of times of sitting at the parade at Black River Falls as a very young girl and the Tribal members would come to her and say “Enuka sedrich keona hoonahnay” which she said meant, daughter of Long, how are you? Her father, Frank Long, was the Indian Agent and her mother Lucy Porter was the daughter of William Porter, who had the drug store in town. They lost a baby in Feb of 1892 according to the headstone. My grandmother said they never knew her real birthday but it was celebrated on June 8, 1892 and she had no middle name.
She moved with parents to goldfields of Arizona and then to Pasadena. She always braided her hair and wore turquoise and loved visiting trading posts in Arizona. I got the book, People of the Big Voice and there is a man in one of the pictures that looks exactly like my Dad. Suspect he may be my great grandfather. Wish I knew who he was. We all have olive complexion with lips and chin that are unique and also found in that book. We also have family photo in Indian regalia of Frank and Roddy and other tribe members.
Very coincidentally, when my Mom and Dad separated as an early teen, we moved with my Mom from Nevada to Doty Island, Wisconsin and I attended Menasha High School. Seems like a sign.
Would be so Grateful for any knowledge anyone may have to help me piece together our families heritage.
Good cheers. Jim 808-315-3476
powerful story-telling
I would love to meet you want to learn about my hometown and love it
My people
Thank you
It’s not every day you watch a video on your people to connect with a missing part of you and hear you’re the same clan as the storyteller lol
Thunder Clan here in CA ✊🏽💪🏽👊🏽
22:20 rest in peace tega Jack
Aho rest in peace tega
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My father-in-law was of your tribe. His name was William Henry O'Brien. I remember his mother, Lavinia Thoroud (sp), making Indian fry bread and corn soup. Good memories.
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My tribe
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@stellavonrae we dont say god bless we say aho we’re not Christian’s we’re Native American we’re ho chunk and yes I’m ho chunk
They're all great story liars. They lost to a bigger tribe but don't tell that story. It's called Wisconsin, not hopunk.
"Wisonsin" is an Indigenous word. If you don't like the fact you live on Indigenous land, you can always go back.
I think this guy has no idea what he’s talking about
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