Friday, September 18, 2015

The important cause of The Rainbow House


I feel it is time for me to give back.

Although I only have about 1/16 Cherokee blood in me and I am in no way, shape or form considered Cherokee, but a Blond Viking king who came to Scotland and Ireland~Ha~ My family has a very long history with the tribe. I imagine by today's standards my family would seem quit evil. Nevertheless, it is a piece of history and one can only hope to learn from it.




My GGrandfather, Andrew Pickens was small in stature, measuring about 5'3 with a large
prominent nose. He was a quiet man who wrote little, despite the assumption that he would be bold and loud when one met him.

Although, General Pickens began his military career by fighting the Cherokee in the Anglo-
Cherokee war, he was well respected by tribal leaders. They called him "Skyagunsta" or Wizard Owl.

Andrew Pickens fought against the Cherokee Indians and in his final battle with them,

 called the "Ring Fight," he was outnumbered 7-to-1, but still defeated them. They came to

 revere and respect him, and indeed he chose to live only one mile from the site of this 

battle, and among the Cherokee.



From what I can tell ...


The Cherokee named him Skyagunsta ("Wizard Owl") in honor of one of the greatest 
Cherokee warriors and chiefs, who was the head warrior of Tassaetchie in the early

1700s.

This earlier Skyagusta (usually spelled Skijagusta, and who was also known as 

Kittagusta) was said to be a man worthy to be the king (according to the British way of

 thinking) of all the Cherokee tribes when the English conquered the Cherokee.

This earlier Skyagunsta was taken, along with several other chiefs, across the ocean to

London by Sir Alexander Cumming (who had led the fight against them), where the group

presented the conquered crown of the Cherokee nation to the King of England. The king


then made a treaty with these chiefs, and Skyagunsta made a famous speech when

presenting the feathers to the king:



This earlier Skyagunsta returned to America and lived to be very old, dying in 1768, so he

 was fresh in the memory of the Cherokee nation when Andrew Pickens came along.





I have doubts, as many do, if things indeed went down as recorded and are either flawed 


or hyperbole. I am aware though that my GGrandmother started what would be known as



a "safe house" these days for "displaced" Cherokee women and children. She was often 


a target of the British and much of the time feared for her life. 




With all this being said, this is one of the reasons why The Cherokee Rainbow House is of

great importance to me.


The other reason being is my more recent Grandmother, Sally, as she was called, was

1/2 Cherokee and died from poverty and substance abuse. She was found almost a week

later in a motel room, naked, and under a fan where she had passed out after drinking.


It is an image that I cannot rid myself of and causes great pain for me.




The Cherokee "Rainbow House" is filled with clothes, dishware, paintings, and other 

household items for the poor and needy Cherokee. It is run by an all volunteer staff, 

sometimes in temperatures over 100 hundred degrees. The elders are adamant on seeing

that the whole tribe is taken care of. It is a place where no questions are asked, and only 



In comes, the wonderful actor, and elder tribal member, Jim Beaver, who has put his 

handsome mug on this Tshirt ,which proceeds will go directly to help out the Cherokee

Rainbow House. https://represent.com/jumblejim    You can find more on the link here. 



I do hope you can find time to look over the videos and links and see where you fit in and 

how you can help! Thank you for your time! 

More soon!
                                                     Chief Bill John Baker







Sunday, September 6, 2015

The miracle of song


Okay, let's just skip over what I said yesterday, shall we? 
I am in serious need of a little, "Once Upon A Time" folks ~Ha!"

I was at a pretty low point yesterday,( In case it wasn't obvious), as if everything in me had been depleted and drained. I believe going deaf, that lack of stimulation, that lack of response, is mostly to blame for my sudden onset of the blues. Either that or I need a horse or to go to Italy~ Ha! 
A great deal of my life as a child had been about singing. My cousins and I often put on skits for the family reunions and sang our hearts out while everyone else plugged their ears~heh~ 
So, I sang yesterday. I didn't feel like singing, in fact, it was the last thing I wanted to do. But, it always takes me back to a time in which I felt free and quite bold. By the third song, and then something that resembled singing but it was really me attempting to do Barbara Streisand, I begin to feel myself fill up again.  
It was a wonderful feeling and it should be repeated often!

In fact, I am just about to put on, "All My Life" with Karla Bonoff, and I am going to sing over the top of her lovely voice with my awful screeching and feel as free as possible~ The rest of you please feel free to plug your ears! Ha!

Be back soon, I promise!