I attended a seminar: How to process acorns for bread making. Often the process started with discovering the caches of acorns gathered by squirrels. We learned about processing acorns, including giving some of the acorns to Jay birds that kept us company, so that the birds could plant the acorns and make new trees. I asked why the recipe for the delicious bread was not included in the session, Oh, the instructor said, that is easy, mix one part acorn meal with one part Bisquick!
There are a few grind stones in a creek that runs right next to my house. Some are super deep and well used, probably used over a couple generations at least.
human life is extremely temporary... and once you die, you dont own anything anymore - especially the human body you have temporarily arisen within... so its probably more important to focus on other things in life instead of material possessions and territory
i have seen these in many places on rocks across the western USA... in Nevada there is an extremely interesting petroglyph site, and the one of the largest rocks with the most petroglyphs is also covered in these types of holes.... but perhaps the most striking would be on top of the pillars at Gobekli Tepe... or on the rocks used to build the megalithic temples in Malta... they are also covered in these almost perfectly round types of holes, bored directly into the rock
In a tribal land, a tale unfolds, Of an adopted soul, a story to be told. Mooretown's embrace, warm and wide, Yet a divide in benefits, a lingering tide. Adopted into the tribe, a hopeful start, But casino fortunes don't reach every heart. No coins from the slots, no shared delight, Adopted, yet distant, in the casino's light. Through tribal halls and council's gate, An adopted member's plea, a twist of fate. "Rights and benefits," the heart implores, Yet the casino's coffers close their doors. In the rhythm of drums, a bittersweet sound, A tale of adopted kin, in shadows found. Mooretown's heart beats, a complex rhyme, A tribe's embrace, yet a challenging time.
Removing comments because the truth humiliates you will not change anything; RUclips, y'all are like a bunch of scared, weak and fragile little bunny rabbits! Y'all are so freaking pathetic!
Miwok here, not all tribes were peaceful. we were fighting, enslaving other tribes and doing most most things uncivilized society's do. there are no victim's in native history that hasn't happened to all other cultures in history around the world
I attended a seminar: How to process acorns for bread making. Often the process started with discovering the caches of acorns gathered by squirrels. We learned about processing acorns, including giving some of the acorns to Jay birds that kept us company, so that the birds could plant the acorns and make new trees. I asked why the recipe for the delicious bread was not included in the session, Oh, the instructor said, that is easy, mix one part acorn meal with one part Bisquick!
There are a few grind stones in a creek that runs right next to my house. Some are super deep and well used, probably used over a couple generations at least.
Needs to be returned to the Miwok Nation. Thank you.
human life is extremely temporary... and once you die, you dont own anything anymore - especially the human body you have temporarily arisen within... so its probably more important to focus on other things in life instead of material possessions and territory
i have seen these in many places on rocks across the western USA... in Nevada there is an extremely interesting petroglyph site, and the one of the largest rocks with the most petroglyphs is also covered in these types of holes.... but perhaps the most striking would be on top of the pillars at Gobekli Tepe... or on the rocks used to build the megalithic temples in Malta... they are also covered in these almost perfectly round types of holes, bored directly into the rock
Beautiful video. Settler colonialism ruined it but we can all help and help them get their land back one parcel at a time #LandBack
Give up yours first
In a tribal land, a tale unfolds,
Of an adopted soul, a story to be told.
Mooretown's embrace, warm and wide,
Yet a divide in benefits, a lingering tide.
Adopted into the tribe, a hopeful start,
But casino fortunes don't reach every heart.
No coins from the slots, no shared delight,
Adopted, yet distant, in the casino's light.
Through tribal halls and council's gate,
An adopted member's plea, a twist of fate.
"Rights and benefits," the heart implores,
Yet the casino's coffers close their doors.
In the rhythm of drums, a bittersweet sound,
A tale of adopted kin, in shadows found.
Mooretown's heart beats, a complex rhyme,
A tribe's embrace, yet a challenging time.
You hear that she been going there since before she was born
In her moms tummy I think she means
Removing comments because the truth humiliates you will not change anything; RUclips, y'all are like a bunch of scared, weak and fragile little bunny rabbits! Y'all are so freaking pathetic!
@@megaman42951 ?
😮😮😮 wow
Nooooooooo I need them
Coming here before I was born? WTH... 🤔😂
I am Indian
Hyden
Miwok here, not all tribes were peaceful. we were fighting, enslaving other tribes and doing most most things uncivilized society's do. there are no victim's in native history that hasn't happened to all other cultures in history around the world
I raise chickens and I see plenty of 'Rooster behavior' in our 'civilized' society..lol.
also a miwok here, well yea no dur of course tribes were violent with others at some point. but that doesn't excuse genocide on our people
@@sagespecimen7744 He’s not miwok. Look at his other comments on the channel
@@TheBraulio7850 what has he said ? oh dear :/
I am Miwok and we didn't enslave anyone, not even the Paiutes who my Grandma detested.