tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924013241079711992.post3435313393497912827..comments2024-03-11T05:03:14.020-07:00Comments on Ernie's Place: More on Squaw RockErnie Branscombhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06391160783604462511noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924013241079711992.post-63598417944137270912011-07-03T19:38:12.880-07:002011-07-03T19:38:12.880-07:00Did you know that on the stretch of road north of ...Did you know that on the stretch of road north of Squaw Rock, as you are traveling south before the big bend in the road at Pieta Creek, when the rock comes into view it looks like the profile of a Native American?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924013241079711992.post-20873825263633933652010-05-05T10:19:55.953-07:002010-05-05T10:19:55.953-07:00When I was very young, riding up the narrow two-la...When I was very young, riding up the narrow two-lane Hwy 101 with my family to Eureka in our 1956 Chevy stationwagon, we passed Squaw Rock. At Christmastime, we would stop for mistletoe across the other side of the road, but back a ways before reaching “the rock”. In the Spring, we would stop and listen to the crackling in the thickets where the scurrying of new life could be heard. I always begged my father to tell us this story, as he was the nurturer in the family wanting to teach my sister and me valuable life lessons. As he told the account of the beautiful Indian princess and her dilemma which brought on their ultimate demise, I listened with attentiveness and amazement, which developed into a type of resolute commitment to such a cause for emotion. My imagination spun all sorts of questions, ideas, and conversation. Since growing up I have always had a desire to return to the area and search for her tribe. I never thought of this as simply a story, but an incredibly sad, but truthful accounting of the event. I had also wondered for some time who had called me "Teachie", a name that no one in my family could recall. Thank you, Ernie and Kym, for posting this beautiful recollection, getting me back in touch with the wonderful parts of my childhood memories. P.S. It may come without surprise I have been practicing in the counseling field most of my life and currently nearing degree completion.Joannanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924013241079711992.post-60590132085029039792010-01-20T06:34:45.414-08:002010-01-20T06:34:45.414-08:00Ben, I politely disagree with you on your point of...Ben, I politely disagree with you on your point of observation, <br />"it's hard to imagine as the tock falls directly into the river". I am a long time local and resident of the area. Late spring, summer and fall there are plenty of rocks and river bed exposed to sleep or "party" upon at the location known as "Squaw Rock"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924013241079711992.post-10010731478952513582008-11-18T18:49:00.000-08:002008-11-18T18:49:00.000-08:00This is an interesting story. The Feliz family had...This is an interesting story. The Feliz family had the northernmost Spanish land grant at Healdsburg (Sanel). They extended their influence as far north as Round Valley. The Sanel Indians did cremate their dead according to Steven Powers. Powers estimated that the Indian town of Sanel had a population of 1,500! The actual act told in the story is hard to imagine as the rock falls directly into the river.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924013241079711992.post-88797494402390368592008-11-18T09:28:00.000-08:002008-11-18T09:28:00.000-08:00Ernie, I checked out burial practices of the Pomo...Ernie, I checked out burial practices of the Pomo and they did cremate their dead prior to the 1870's so this would somewhat corroborate the account.Kymhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04724133309876710731noreply@blogger.com