Today we drove to the Thunder Mountain Lenape powwow, which was full of color and music. There were two drums — that is, groups of singers who sat around the same drum, chanting in rhythm.
Dancers mostly moved around the circle. The younger the dancer, the fancier the footwork and the more the likelihood of spins and twirls.
The two elders in the lead pretty much just walked, stepping in time. But look at the stage presence of the woman — she was impressively regal. (I heard someone say she was the clan mother.)
Between the dances, the powwow leader told stories, mostly illuminating some cultural detail. One story was about how the Lenape give thanks for their food while they plant it, while they harvest it, as they cook it, and after they finish it — but not right before they eat it, which is considered an awkward time to give thanks. Another story was about how an older relative invited the speaker over to visit when the speaker was a young boy, but when the boy arrived at his relative’s house and knocked, the relative wouldn’t get up to open the door… he later told the boy that he’d already given him one invitation, and it was rude to stand outside his relative’s house and expect another one.
was very small, but he mostly sat on a bench and held his hands over his ears — he didn’t like the pounding drums.
Carolyn hopped up and started dancing at the first opportunity.
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