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                   Sharing a Moment in Time
                   Sharing a Moment in Time





        by Tina Osceola      don’t know about all of you, but I love   ever sat across the table from me in consultation, you know ferocity
                         I                                         and the refusal to compromise is an understatement.  Maybe the
                             reading stories of people reuniting with
                             long lost family after having their DNA
                                                                   combination of Seminole and Viking blood is to blame?
                         analyzed.  Those stories seem to have offered   When my father tells stories about his grandparents, I soak
                         a shortcut to the magic of genealogy and   it up like a dry mop. I find myself googling my ancestors’ names
                         what seemed like an endless treasure hunt for   and looking for them in collections I come across at work. I also
                         relatives. I believe there seems to be, for most,   find that when things get tough at work and we are facing tough
        a longing to know where we belong… where we come from.  For   times or adversaries, I turn to old newspaper articles about two
        those of us who know the names of our ancestors, it is even more   of my great grandfathers, Futch Cypress and Robert Osceola,
        exciting to learn about how they lived their lives.  The feeling of   both born during wartime, for strength and guidance.  Early
        standing on common ground, wondering what they saw, how they   newspapers captured glimpses into their lives.  I stare at the images
        felt during a moment in time, what they experienced…       and try desperately to see myself or my relatives in their faces.  I
           Personally, my DNA must look like minestrone soup!      look at their expressions and wonder what was on their minds?  I
        My father is Seminole and because our Tribe subscribes to blood   realize their lives during wartime had them face to face with the
        quantum, he is enrolled as full-blooded. My mother, however, is   United States Army.  During their lifetimes they saw railroads
        full-blooded European, with half of her blood quantum coming   being built, people moving into Florida and Miami grow into
        from Norway and the other half being a mix of Italian, French,    a tourist destination.  Did they ever consider themselves not at
        and Irish.                                                 war? Honestly, I don’t think I do.  The newspapers went from
           My brother and I were raised identifying, proudly, as half   covering the Seminole war accounts to writing about Seminoles as
        Seminole and half “Heinz 57.” As kids we didn’t understand why   a Florida oddity.  What should become of the Indians now?  The
        our mom identified as steak sauce but as we got older we came to   United States military failed to move the Indians out of the way by
        understand the humor.  As proud as I am of my mother’s heritage,   removing them to Indian Territory in Oklahoma, so now what?
        I was raised a Seminole and she wanted it that way.  Our mom is   As I look into their faces captured on newsprint and read their
        a rockstar, just so you know, and although I don’t write about her   words, I feel like I am able to share a sliver of time with them. I
        side of the family, I know that I should because they are a huge   would love to ask, in their lifetimes would they ever imagine they
        part of my life and I wouldn’t be who I am without their love    would have a granddaughter with European blood? What would
        and support.                                               they even think if they were to witness what we have become
           As you can probably tell, I spend a lot of time thinking and   today, as federally recognized tribes, just to survive as a people?
        researching where I come from.  Working full time as the Director   Would they even consider us Seminole?
        of the Tribal Historic Preservation Office for my Tribe (Seminole   These are tough questions that I struggle with as a half
        Tribe of Florida), I frequently rely upon the knowledge of my   Seminole, half Heinz 57 woman today.  But, that struggle isn’t
        ancestors in an effort to protect our people today.  We don’t   an obstacle, it’s motivation. I only hope that the words I write
        believe that once our ancestors pass away that their spirits, souls,   today and the work I do will serve as a legacy to generations
        and power of life ceases to exist. The lives of our ancestors affect   of grandchildren I will never meet. I want them to know that
        our people today and the way we live will affect grandchildren or   regardless of the destructive practice of blood quantum, they have a
        generations we will never meet.  I often think about what life was   grandmother fiercely proud of her ancestors and equally proud that
        like for my ancestors. What was it about their lives that led to my   they carry my minestrone soup in their genetic makeup.
        ferocious need to protect the ancestors?  Believe me, if you have

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