Handmade,Etsy,Life, Family, Genealogy and Me.

Some of you have asked about me. What’s Renita really like?
Just a mom? Only a wife? A stay at home mom? A Cherokee? Only another Artist?
Well, I thought I’d take a moment this morning and give just a tiny bit more information about exactly who you are dealing with when you and I are conversing over your special order.
If you look to the 1st photo you’ll see my Uncle Ken and me.  That day, we were searching for tangible genealogical proof. Yes, we are the “searchers for truth”. We are a pair, my uncle and I. As a matter of fact.. each morning we have a debate regarding the world in general… sometimes it gets pretty heated. We battle over presidential candidates and their schemes. We battle over what’s right and wrong. We talk. We think. It’s amazing don’t you think? We still love and respect each other too! He’s a huge part of me that I think you, my clients, should know about. He keeps me grounded most of the time.  AND, we have a blast finding our heritage together. The truth. We will find it even if it’s never been found.
This is my husband Adrian and youngest daughter Isabel..
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Adrian and Isabel

Adrian is a wonderful father and husband and artist. I could go on for days about this man but, I won’t. I would embarrass him to no end. Bella, well.. Bella of course brought us the World of Down Syndrome. I imagine sometimes her up in Heaven talking to God. ” God, send me somewhere interesting will you?” And god saying.. ” well.. whew.. hold on, it’s going to be one heck of a ride.”
And last but not least..Look at this photo below..  Aren’t they the greatest looking kids ever??? If I ever have a moment of ” Good lord will this day never end.. I always think of these “kids” Each one person in this photo is without a doubt going to make a difference on this planet earth. I couldn’t be prouder.
from left..Sarah, Isabel, Travis and wonderful girlfriend Kelsey

from left..Sarah, Isabel, Travis and wonderful girlfriend Kelsey

My sarah  is most certainly the next greatest artist. Isabel, well she’s rockin the world with personality right now. Airman 1st Class Travis has taken over the job of “MY hero” and Kelsey, I’ve adopted in. Kelsey, with the great mind and imagination.
These four humans.. whew… Look out world!
So there you have it. My little life. Or at least a small part of it. I have photos I want to show you of my lovely Aunt Debbie. My mother who keeps hanging on no matter what. My friends that are certainly like extended family. I have been blessed with more love in this one lifetime than most ever get. I’m honored to be close to the people I’ve just showed you. And you know what’s funny? MOST of the people in this listing won’t ever see it. They are busy living life to the fullest.
And I wouldn’t want it any other way. That’s why I love them.
Now, I suppose I SHOULD get back to work. YOU might be waiting on your order…
I’m going….
Me and Isabel.. It seems SO long ago...

Me and Isabel.. It seems SO long ago...

Well… in a minute I’m going. Right now, I think I’m going to give this baby a hug. Time flies quickly as we live with no tethers.
Can I say just one last thing? This blog today happened when I was having a moment of “rush” do this.. do that.. hurry hurry hurry.. and I was watching the stock market crumble then repair and ..
sigh, you get the picture.
The whole reason I sat down was to remind myself what’s important to me.
My family is important to me. My business is important to me. YOU, my reader are important to me. And I think with the state of the world today we need to reach out to each other and share with comfort the fact that we are all part of this one world. Now, everybody.. take a deep breath and remember what’s important to you.
Many Blessings,
Renita a.k.a. Sweetgrass a.k.a Vintagemomcreations a.k.a. Self Representing Jewelry Artist #1688
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Thoughts from a morning sunrise..

I find myself thinking about this journey we call life. It’s amazing to me .. As a young child I thought that life was to be lived. Just lived. I didn’t question the heavens about my wedding dress like other little girls. I didn’t follow the latest movie stars or watch alot of television. I was just too busy living.

I thought that’s what you were just supposed to do.. Live. Little did I know that most folks just are not like me. I suppose I’m a little different in that aspect. I would look to the birds and the trees and watch for the leaves to turn their backs to me.. which meant a thunderstorm was coming. Even as a small child, I knew this to be true. I also knew, even as a child that I wasn’t just a little girl. I knew then that I was living a life.

This blog.. is supposed to be my “business” blog. But, again, I tell you, I’m not your normal person. I just think that we should go back to the old ways of doing things a bit. So what if I’m writing this on a computer and not with a quill. Doesn’t that make it more fabulous that I’m willing to share myself with you.. just like back in the day when you could come to my store and have a cup of coffee and saddle your horse outside and you could really know me before you bought a thing from me?

I think it does.

Therefore, today I wanna share my family with you, just a little more.

As most of you know, My son Travis has joined the United States Air Force.

Now, I could sit here all day and tell you about his journey, his accomplishments already but, instead I’ll ask you to look into his eyes.

Look at the future. Look how he is just living his journey.. He’s not afraid to let you see him as he is. He’s not thinking of the days when he will be old and it may be difficult to see. He is just living. Isn’t it wonderful? In this photo below, he is preparing to go and leave for the military.. where for all intents and purposes he could possibly lose his life. And yet, he’s smiling as he gets to his knees and makes himself small so that he can be a shorty too.. He can laugh at the world and smile at the simpleness… Because he’s living. And he’s not ashamed of one damn part of his life. He’s secure. And I’ll have to tell you, As his mother… I am more proud than words that I gave the world this man. This is your Air Force. This is the future. So, when you are worried about the state of the world today.. and you are afraid of what we are to become in the future.. you just come and look at the hope of our future. Go and take a look at the men and women that are signing up to protect us now. They all have this same spark in their eyes. As an American, as a native american, as a mother and a women I have to say that I’m incrediably thankful for the men and women that shine from within. They will live, if not in history books or novels.. they will live forever in their mother’s eyes and I for one plan on telling everyone that will listen.. all about living. Travis would want me to.

 

 

 

God Bless,

Thank you for listening,

Renita… a.k.a. Sweetgrass~Cherokee~Self Representing Jewelry Artist #1688 Vintagemomcreations

THE HERITAGE COLLECTION~Hometown Original Art Circleville Ohio

Heck yes I’m going to advertise this here!! My Wonderful Husband has amazed me again!!!

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My husband, the artist, created this wonderful work of art history.
Drawn on a wonderful piece of wood with a built in frame. This hometown history piece was carefully woodburned. Be sure to look at the detail of this master creation in the photos I have to show.

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This piece measures 21 inches tall and 14 inches wide. There will be a limited amount of these created as they are VERY time consuming. Artist will sign and date this piece for you.
Please allow a 2 week creation time before shipping. I will not put a shipping charge on this If you are going to order from outside of Circleville please contact me and I will promptly speak to you concerning shipping to your area.

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History of Circleville

Circleville was unique among early American towns, built to conform to a circular prehistoric earthworks. When Pickaway County was formed in 1810 there were no existing settlements that seemed suitable for a county seat. Therefore, a new town was laid out within the ancient’s “circle” on the high bank east of the Scioto River. It’s streets radiated from an octagonal courthouse in the center of the circle.
Two communities existed near Circleville prior to its being laid out as the county seat. Jefferson and Livingston ceased to exist several years after Circleville was designated the seat of government in 1811. When the Ohio Canal reached Circleville, the shape of the town within the circle proved to be a hindrance, and in 1838 a group of enterprising businessmen began to “square the circle”. Over the next 20 years the job was accomplished and all traces of the ancient earthworks disappeared.

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This is the Artist rendition of Circleville, Ohio as it appeared in the year 1836.
Original drawing by Mr. G.F. Wittich. ©1919 Edward Wittich ~The woodburning you will recieve will not match Mr. Wittich’s drawing but will be the artists rendition of Circleville in 1836. Please remember each burning will be a little different as these are not factory made.. but done by hand.. One tree and one building at a time.

Wood will be sprayed to protect it from time.

You can find this wonderful art here~

http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=8539783

The Story Tellers.. Worth Sharing

I’m fully aware that I have been very bad with updating my blog lately.. but If you know me you’ll understand that sometimes life calls to me .. Yells at me to actually LIVE and not write. The voices have yelled at me lately and I have been stuck in the 1800s. … Maybe you will understand if you read something that will show you my heart a bit for, I AM a Story Teller. ( Scroll Down to see.. The Story Tellers… )

The Story Tellers….

We are the chosen. My feelings are in each family

there is one who seems called to find the ancestors.

 

To put flesh on their bones and make them live

again, to tell the family story and to feel that

somehow they know and approve. To me, doing

genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts, but

instead, breathing life into all who have gone

before.

 

We are the story tellers of the tribe. All tribes have

one. We have been called as it were by our genes.

Those who have gone before cry out to us: Tell

our story. So, we do. In finding them, we somehow

find ourselves.

 

It goes beyond just documenting facts. It goes to

who am I and why do I do the things I do. It goes

to seeing a cemetery about to be lost forever to

weeds and indifference and saying I can’t let this

happen.

 

The bones here are bones of my bone and flesh

of my flesh. It goes to doing something about it.

It goes to pride in what our ancestors were able

to accomplish. How they contributed to what we

are today. It goes to respecting their hardships

and losses, their never giving in or giving up,

their resoluteness to go on and build a life for

their family.

 

It goes to deep pride that they fought to make and

keep us a Nation. It goes to a deep and immense

understanding that they were doing it for us.

 

That we might be born who we are. That we might

remember them. So we do. With love and caring

and scribing each fact of their existence, because

we are them and they are us. So, as a scribe called,

I tell the story of my family. It is up to that one

called in the next generation to answer the call

and take their place in the long line of family

storytellers.  (Author unknown)

A proud Cherokee Woman.. A note about the artist called “Vintagemom”

A proud Cherokee Woman. Yes, I am.

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 I didn’t know what I “was” most of my life. If you look at my father you would say.. Well of course they are indians.. just look at him. High cheek bones, jet black hair, steely grey green eyes, He was the epitimy of Native American male. Little did I know when I began my genealogy research that I would find that my family lines go flying all over the place even from my mother’s side!

 My genealogy and my research have taught me many many things. Details about my family of course, but, more than that.. My genealogy has taught me about myself. 

I’ve learned more than anything that to be just “yourself” and to hang on to your standards makes  just a “person” a really good person. I believe in creating things that are meant to live on after I go.

I create. That’s me. A cherokee woman that creates and yet, not in the traditional way. I’ve yet learned to peyote stitch with ease or make the old tools in the natural way. ( I’m learning that.. but it takes time) What I do is create jewelry. I see beauty in the beads. I’m an adorner of sorts. It’s my job to create something beautiful to hang upon your body. I want it to last. I want your granddaughter to be able to wear the beautiful bracelet that grandma bought on Etsy from a cherokee woman at http://vintagemomcreations.etsy.com . That’s my goal right now. I suppose it’s my way of being remembered. Of not being forgotten as many of my ancesters were before I came along and shook out history.

I hope you’ll help me… be remembered that is.

Thank you for learning a little about me.. and listening to my story.

Wado ( a cherokee thank you)

Renita a.k.a. Vintagemom a.k.a. “Denver’s Girl ( My cherokee name)

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Pictured above is my son Travis aka Walking Crane during our April 2007 Tribe Meeting.

Genealogy Gifts

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I don’t think alot of people realize how important genealogy is to some members of our society. ( see~ ME) It’s a thrill to find your heritage.. It’s.. it’s.. Well words can’t describe the feeling. Here’s how you know you are addicted~

You know you are a Genealogy addict when….
…. You brake for libraries.

…. You hyperventilate at the sight of an old cemetery.

…. You would rather browse in a cemetery than a shopping mall.

…. You would rather read census schedules than a good book.

…. You are more interested in what happened in 1699 than in 1999.

…. You store your clothes under the bed (or wear the same two outfits to save space), because your closet is full of books and papers.

…. All your correspondence begins with “Dear Cousin”.

…. You have traced every one of your ancestral lines back to Adam and Eve, you have it documented and still don’t want to quit.

…. Your most important social life is meeting people who you run into while searching a family line.

… You KNOW what familytreemaker is.. and USE it daily.

… You have over 2000 people in your database and update it immediately when someone dies ( almost indecently.. like right after the funeral)

This all being said.. You all know someone like this. I am like this. How about getting them something for christmas showing them you recognize it? ( see that sign up there?) $7.95 in my shop.  http://vintagemomcreations.etsy.com

Signs can be customized with name.. I do need time though~Let’s not wait till the last minute ok?

Many Blessings and don’t forget to love your favorite Genealogist!!