Our Totem Pole Write-Up

Our group name means that since some mountains have life on them, we typically are the life on them. The number 5 in 515 means the 5 people that are in this group that helped to make this project successful and made it work better than having only one person working on it. The number 1 means that we as a whole world are one generations no matter what the boundary lines on the maps and atlases may say. The last 5 means that at least everyone has 5 parts of thinking logically: thought, question, answer, logic, and conclusion. The lives part of our name means that we are all alive and well as a whole.

The first part of the totem pole represents Christianity. Christianity is an important part of life to me because in my religion, we believe that God made us and gave us the things that we want, have, and need to survive. After Jesus was born, as we believe, he died for our sins when he was possibly 21 years of age.

The elements on the totem pole are important because most of the elements that are on the totem pole are important to us because they help us keep us alive. If we didn’t have the elements of water, we would be really dehydrated. If we didn’t have the element of land then we wouldn’t have fertilizer to help us grow the plants with apples, oranges, broccoli, carrots, etc. to keep us from being hungry. If we didn’t have the element of air or breeze we wouldn’t be able to breathe the oxygen that the plants give us to survive.

The mountains on our totem pole represent life in the most unexpected places. Have you ever noticed that sometimes, people may live in places that you think that no one would ever live in? Like the Earth, mountains have life. Some people that hike up some mountains may stop to stay there for a while after a long day of hiking. People could live in the mountains if they just wanted to.

The colors of our totem pole represent the rainbow that the rain has stopped and that you should be happy about it. The eyes shown with glints of light with stars inside of them mean that we are stars in the eyes of people. The eyes also represent that you are being watched by everyone.

In conclusion, this is our totem pole. This was made by our group, Mountains of 515 lives.

The campsite normally had animals around it, and the Native Americans would go around and hunt the animals to cook and eat. They would go canoeing and catch fish as well.
This is what we came up with for that:

In our classroom, we made habitats to represent what our tribes lived in. Our tribe did the largehouse. It is also known as the plank house. Here is an image of what we came up with:


This is a small area of the village that the people of the largehouse (aka plank house) lived in. There is a man canoeing and a man walking down the path.

Sequoia's Journal: Entry 3

Thursday Night

I have a new family. One of Sitting Bull's warriors had favored my mother because he thought that she had a kind personality and was very honest with everybody. He said that he wanted to marry her, and she said the same thing to him because she thought that he was the same way. So after Sitting Bull's memorial, my mother had married Sitting Bull's warrior. I have a new father now, and I am exploding with so much joy, I am tired. My face hurts from smiling so much. My mother and new father are setting up everything in our home. We have just had a grand feast of bear, fish, broccoli, and oranges.

I has thought that I saw Sitting Bull's spirit floating and smiling down on us. I was happy at that thought.

Now I must retire and sleep with my new family.

Sequoia's Journal: Entry 2

Tuesday Night

Journal,

Sitting Bull was killed last night. Our tribe is grieving and are traveling to Fort Yates to bury him. We are very upset. Some of his warriors are still talking about going back to get the police that did this to him. The next runner-up for our tribe is none other than one of the warriors of Sitting Bull's, Matahanwak. He is very wise. He is old, possibly in his fifties. My mother is always talking about how she wishes that she would be the next leader. I am really doubting this. Mother is upset because she has thought about being a leader, but was too afraid to. She was going to send me to talk to him about it, but she didn't.
Sitting Bull was like a father to me. I did not know how to feel. It reminded me to go back to when my father got killed protecting my mother.

That's my father. He was a brave person. He wasn't afraid to speak his mind, even if he would get killed. Sitting Bull reminds me of my dad. I was never lonely. He was the one who told me secret stories. I think he knew why my father was killed.
I was later told why my father was killed. He was one of Sitting Bull's warriors. One of the warriors had told me. I ran away to the cliffs to be alone. They sent out a search party to find me. My mother found me and I was crying. I was very upset that she never told me. She apologized and we made up. I am very glad. We ate the dinner of more fish then heard the story of the Oto tribe again.

Once again, I must retire and go to sleep.

Welcome to the Sioux Tribe!

Hello, my name is Sequoia, which means 'red wood tree'. I am from the Sioux tribe where Sitting Bull, a brave warrior, had been fighting for. I would like to tell you that my name is a name of a tribe. I also think that you would be happy to know that you will find great resources to answer all of your questions. Please feel free to look around, because you are in Sioux terrain now.

Sitting Bull: The Sioux's Bravest Fighter

Sitting Bull, his Indian name was originally Tatanka Lyotake, was born in the Grand River region in 1831. He had some amazing names, but the ones he was known by were either Sitting Bull, or Hunkesi, which means 'slow', which in most cases suited him because he was never in a hurry, but he was really careful. He was the member of the Sioux tribe and was in his first war party against a tribe named the Crow at age 14.
Sitting Bull was known because of his fearlessness in war. Sometime, the Indian police arrested Sitting Bull as a precaution on December 15, 1890. Sitting Bull's warriors were upset and went to get Sitting Bull back. When they went to do so, Sitting Bull was killed. He was buried at Fort Yates. His ruins were moved to Mobridge, South Dakota in 1953.


The research for this was given by SPECTRUM Home & School Magazine.

Sequoia's Journal

Monday Night
Hello, my name is Sequoia, which means red wood tree. I am a twelve-year-old Native American girl. I will tell you a little bit about my whole day in the Sioux tribe.

My mother, Chenoa, has been watching and looking after me my whole life. My father died because of small pox. We have been together for a while now, and we are living in the Sioux tribe. We have a great leader in our tribe. His name is Sitting Bull. Sitting Bull is the oldest man in our tribe. He has been my mother’s friend for so long it’s hard to count.

To clear my head, I have recently escaped to my favorite spot in the Sioux tribe, the cliffs. I have always imagined falling off the side of a cliff, using my robe to help me float down without getting hurt. Instead of doing that today, I was told to go and make some dolls for my tribe’s little girls. I was asked to play with one of the little girls, but didn’t. It would be too much to handle. Tonight by the blazing fire a dinner of Yellowhead Wrasse, a type of fish that we ate, and red corn was served. Sitting Bull told us the story of the separation of the Oto tribe.

It goes like this:

After a couple years in the Oto tribe, they set out to look for another tribe to join. They finally found one in Iowa and Missouri. The Otos grouped together to form part of the Winnebago nation, north of the Great Lakes. Their tribe left with the Missouri tribe, but they began to quarrel with each other, so they separated from that tribe. Afterwards, they were threatened by so many overpowering foes that they were driven south to join the Pawnee tribe close to the mouth of the Platte River. In 1880-1882, the Otos migrated to Oklahoma where they once again reunited to the Missouri. In 1990, since they were now one tribe with the Missouri, they called themselves Oto-Missouri. During 1990 also, there were some of them in the United States.
(story from accessgenealogy.com)

No one knows how he knows all of this, but I think that he either made it up, or was apart of the Oto tribe when he was young.

Now that the story and dinner has ended, I must retire and go to sleep.