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Discussion in 'Southeast, The Lair of the Dragon - The Blue Ridge' started by Chad_NC, Aug 6, 2006.
Yall have a good time,and keep those feet on the pegs.
the visits were a great comfort to Dad & he was deeply touched by each & every one. I got to meet someone special that Dad xalled his Big Brother Ron Warbus aka Uncle Ron. They basically ended up havin' a Christian worship service right there in the hospital room,... Granny(Mary Helen, the elder) played her drum & sang hymns & songs in her Native tongue that are only sang by her family. She has a voice of many waters & the presence of someone very important. When she speaks, everyone listens. Dad, though labored in breath, prayed a blessing over the people & told them Haishka,... which means thank you in their language. Many of them also prayed over Dad. We finally got Dad down for some rest & with a couple helps to the Lieu,... I got him to bed.
The next mornin' many nurses, folks from hospice & several missionaries came to see Dad. My brother arrived, so that was Dad's second child,... one more to go. Swil Kanim, a miraculous Lummi violinist came to see Dad. He had recently performed for the Seattle Orchestra. He was an incredible artist & after a performance for us humble hillbilly's,... joked with Dad that he had actually brought the instrument by to see if Dad would mind playing it. Dad smiled & with weary eyes & a big grin beneath an oxygen tube in his nose told him he would be honoured. He played an old hymn called Sweet Hour of Prayer with a very olde tymey feel & then stepped it up once thru into a jig version of the same song. We all clapped & it was good to have been there to see Dad play the fiddle once more. We had collectively agreed to hospice for Dad & so that afternoon we went.
Emergency room, Hospital & Hospice in 2 days,... it all happened so very quick. Young people from te Lummi Nation came by to Dad's bedside including a 13 year old girl he had been teaching the Ukelele to. What choked me up was that even the younger kids would sit by Dad's bed quietly ooking at him with the face of a 40 year old mother who was loosing a Son. No one taught them this mature notion,... & it was heartbreaking to behold. The young girl & her 2 sibblings were known as the Jefferson Sisters.
Dad had told me that the Lummi women, when they grieved pulled a voice from deep down that was indescribable, I did not expect it to be so piercing. These young girls voices could split the mightiest oak with the shear power they delivered these accapello songs with. I shuttered & cried,... unable to look at them as they sang so beautifully at Dad's bed side. Their beautiful voices echoed thru out the Hospice. I'm sure the others there makin' there own journeys home were as touched as we were. I don't know how to,...
...all I can say is pure. They sang with all their might, in love,... & for my old man who had spent a little time with them over the course of only 2 years. The Superbowl has never heard the talent at a half time show that these gals brought to a man who simply loved & encouraged them.
People from the mission brought food & homemade rhubarb pie. The Hospice volunteers made hot soup, cookies & fresh coffee. Dad witnessed to one of the Gals as he had been doing the nurses in the hospital,... My brother & I would make the old man as comfy as possible,... & try to look after him thru the night. He was on a trickle of morphine,... & his breathing was laboured, though he had no pain.
The next Mornin' we got one more jam session in with Dad on Uke, my brother on Mandolin, me on a Travel guitar & Dad's fellow prison chaplain on a fullsize guit-fiddle. He'd pass in & out but we carried on. My Sister flew in that afternoon. Dad had all 3 kids now. Family, Friends & Missions folks would come from all over the Continental US & several Provinces of Canada. More visits, more food. His 90 year Old Mom & Dad would be in the next day to see him I would say in his ear as I held a water straw to his lips & encouraged him to eat some fruit I had broke up for him. Got some good scottish oatmeal in his belly with a wee bit o jam for sweatner. Dad prided himself (though humble) as a highlander albeit he was a few generations from his Grandad that had come over from Scotland & had answered a call to bring the gospel to the First Nations(Native) folk in western Canada many years ago. Sis was a bit of a sweet goof but Dad told her that her laughter filled the room with sunshine. He loved all of us knucklehead kids. Dad would get one last night with all us kids(all nearin' 40) at his bedside. A couple kisses good night & failed attempt at the potty & that would be near the end of Dad's ability to communicate with us as I set my chair close to his bedside so I could hear him breath & coax him along thru his last night.
By midnight I knew he was slippin'. The caregiver came in & I could tell her concern. By 6am I was able to sit him up a bit & wet his lips with a swab. My brother & Sister did not understand what was taking place at first & when Dad's bride arrived, we had to put her at ease. Dad unable to do much more than breath,... passed away around~2:15 that afteroon surrounded by his children, wife, other family & friends,... knowin' full well where he would spend eternity,... surrendered to God's will & trusting in faith for His mercy. Friendly Laughter, Singing & funny stories of things he'd done had filled his room that day as he left us peacefully to go home.
We should all be so fortunate...
(once more, to be continued,...)
im praying for you
So I decided that I wanted to protect what is left of my hearing and had custom molded earplugs made this past weekend. Yesterday was the first day I used them. I spent the first 10 minutes of my ride trying to figure out which car was pumping way too much bass. Then, I stood up on my pegs to see through an intersection and the noise stopped. That was when I realized that the annoying bass noise was indeed the low vibrations of my own motorcycle. I rode about 30 more miles with them in, and never got quite used to it.
Anyone else had similar experiences with plugs?
Sent from the voices in my head and transcribed by their drinking buddy...
saving you hillbillys from page 2 syndrome
We are all out riding "something".
Yep, but not with the custom ones. Definitely want the customs, but haven't put the $$$$ into it yet. I'm used to using them at large/loud venues, and the bass transmission is far better than the treble. Bass and other low freq. oscillations also travel better through solids (heck, I think they travel better through everything), such as bone, etc.
what would happen over the next few days would amaze us all & leave us astonished. The Native people would prepare a wonderful ceremony. When Dad passed, The Elder Mary Helen went directly to the tribal councel & said that this man was my son,... & I would like to request Wex'lium (this means The Lodge of the Frogs). The Wex'lium building is a great cedar long house with large round-log beams 4' or better in diameter with Native carvings of diferent animals in the Totems. It is beautiful, & reserved for Native Lummi funeral services only. A Wanitum or white guy would never be honored in such a way,... this is unheard of & very, very special. Dad would have been humbled greatly, that she would call him son & ask for the Wex'lium to honor a man who had simply loved their little people(children) by volunteering at recreational days, teaching an instrument to one of them & fellowshipping as a volunteer chaplain at the Watcom County Jail or helping as a first responder type of comforter in the local community. Through this,... he was a man that was their friend. He didn't cram religion down their throats. He didn't tell them fire & brimstone scary guilt filled stories of Hell,... instead,... he just simply loved them, listened to their trials, attended many funeral serices of their own(they said he never missed one in the two years, he would sit quietly & respectfully & offer to help the Lodge caretaker afterwards with cleanup), he visited them when they were in trouble, spent time with them as an equal & helped where & when he could. Dad had no REV infront of his name, he just simply was part of their community. I think that's why they loved him & mourned his passing so.
The Tribal Council had been in conference when Mary Helen rolled her wheel chair up in their presence. One of the other Elders stopped the meeting to see what Granny had to say. She gave a beautiful testimony of how her son had helped their nation. Her voice is very powerful in presence to behold. They approved it without hesitation & went directly to the planning board to clear the schedule for the 2 day ceremony which took place a week after he was gone.
The Lummi people built a special traditional Native cedar casket (called a green casket 'cause the red cedar is pegged together & there are no nails used) with embelishments of eagles, Native symbols & crosses. Rope pulls with wooden handles would allow the honorable pall bearers to take Dad's last steps on this Earth for him. They believe, that in their culture,... the loss of a love one is more than the family can bear. We rote letters about Dad as requested so that certain folks could read them as we mourned. They would prepare 2 great feasts for us. The first day would be a clam chowder & the second would be BBQ'd Salmon steaks,... after all this people still fishes for a living. Wex'lium would be full of their songs for 2 days. People would give great accounts of how Dad had touched their lives. We would shed many tears at the beauty in which their ways honoured those who have gone on. Dad would have an open casket, a simple man in a flanel with a beard, a Buchanan tartan representing his Scottish heritage & a Lummi friendship blanket representing his acceptance into their family. We would be treated wonderfully despite our pale skin & lack of knowledge of their peoples ways. They would help us through the events by assigning young girls to lead us around various intricacies without judgement of our ignorance. We humbly complied & were deeply touched.
I could go on, but out of respect for the Lummi Nation, I know there ways are sacred,.. so I'll close with this simple account:
They Drummed Dad in on Friday singing in their Native toungue, they would worship in Hymns to God the Father the Son & the Holy Spirit, & the Bellingham Pipe Major marched Dad out Saturday afternoon & played Amazing Grace as we somberly fell parting tears after being embraced in a hug & kind words. It is their tradition that by doing these hugs,.. each one takes a little of the hurt awy, distributing it equally among the people. As Dad's casket was placed in the herse they sang once more. They have a deep connection to the Earth & nature. Their songs move on the winds & Pacific seashore & will forever remind me that God has a will & purpose for each & everyone of us,...
Yeah, this is definitely going to take some getting used too. I'm going to keep at it and see how this works out for me. Luckily I'm only in for $60 for this set.
:eek1:eek1:eek1:eek1How'd you pull that off??
Oh good, back to motorcycles related discussions. I'm still rocking the foamy ear plugs. I also haven't been able to get over the price of the customs, so the free ones I get at work will have to do for now.
Hey Trust, I can't get that dude to answer or call me back... /shrug
Hitting up the vendors on the last day of an event always seems to work in my favor. In this case, I caught them at Barber on Sunday around 2pm. They'll do anything to make a sale at that time of day.
What a great weekend 21 of us had learning from "The Man" Ryan Young!
Just getting started!
The steeds stalled up for the night.
The party Saturday night..."Dust To Glory" playing at the Flyin H Drive-In, some great pizza with brews, and one sweet fire. Don't get any better than that.
A pic with Ryan after loading the RYP Sherco Team bus and getting ready to take off for Kentucky. What an epic weekend!
Looks like you guys had a great time TW. I was thinking the price was expensive but seeing all involved and the team bus being there I now see what a bargain it was. Even the movie thrown in Maybe a heavy pig DS class with street tires is next
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Try getting 2 days worth of motocross or enduro training from a 6 time AMA Professional Champion. This clinic was dirt cheap, and the ladies did an incredible job with lunch both days and dinner Sat night, which by the way were also included in the clinic fee.
Ask Tac-T, ifixfords and GreyEagleRider what they thought about the clinic...bet they'll tell you the same thing. Had 2 on the stand by list that didn't get in. So well received by all that Ryan has agreed to make this an annual clinic stop, and he only does 2 or 3 clinics a year.
We did have a guest appearance by a Husaberg.
It was indeed a great weekend! I learned a lot and met a bunch of new friends. Everything was top notch, could not have asked for more.
Ryan Young is an excellent teacher, he makes it all look so "easy". Inside joke . I don't remember when I ever got a better motorcycling bargain.
Thanks again to TW, GreyEagleRider, Ryan and the ladies for making it a great weekend !
What an absolutely cool opportunity.
I am lookin' at a XR400R to add to the stable, I found one on CL (do't buy it it's mine !).
Sometimes a motorcycle is just the distraction you need to get thru the tough times Brother! Prayers been going your way for awhile now.
Come on up and I'll put you on a bike without a seat sometime. You'll be addicted!
That's what I meant, at first glance it looked pricey but after seeing Ryan is a true pro, makes his living that way, it would be like getting driving lessons for two days by Richard Petty. You can't even touch his driving classes(which he doesn't teach) for close to that. I don't know how you do stuff like that TW but you never cease to amaze with all the stuff you get involved with.
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