A TRIBUTE TO CHUCK DERBY RUNNING ELK& ED McGAA EAGLE MAN |
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I was an art teacher in a Middle
School on the Isle of Wight, just off the south
coast of England. Both of those facts were
pivotal, as art - being a Cinderella subject - did
not get inspected very much; and being a middle
school, the children were young enough to not be
under exam pressure. When Native American culture
came into the National Curriculum, it was my green
light. We got together with a wilderness skills expert and started a project we called ‘Little Turtle Island.’ It began with just a few children, but eventually built to 33 children, each of whom learned ancient wilderness skills and spirituality together. We held a camp each year for the four years; and in the fourth year, we held a ‘rites of passage’ ceremony with four of the children. Chuck Derby came over from Pipestone to Britain to teach them. Chuck came from the town of Pipestone, Minnesota, home to the quarry where the red stone for sacred pipe bowls comes from. He was a wonderful man, and he will always be remembered. Sweat lodges and vision quests happened during that forth year, and I think, all in all, it changed the lives of many of the children who participated. We are still friends, many of those children and I, we are still in touch, although they are parents with children of their own now. As a sign of the lasting legacy of those times, the Isle of Wight is known as ‘Little Turtle Island’ with some of the Sisseton Dakota Sioux! |
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Chuck and his wife Gloria
were always at the end of the phone, and his first
ever journey away from his reservation was to
visit the Isle of Wight, to marry Gloria, at The
Longstone - an ancient monument on the island. It
was a marriage ‘under the blanket’ [a traditional
Native American marriage], mixed with a Celtic
handfasting. I don’t think I have ever witnessed more people gathered in one huge circle, as we did that sunny day. Chuck made a precious gift to me, for organising it all, a stunning piece of pipestone. That, and the making of my sacred pipe, my Channupa, changed my life in so many ways. |
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THE SACRED PIPESTONE
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Chuck had
his red pipestone quarry in the grounds of the
Pipestone National Monument, the series of quarriers
where the pipestone - Catlinite - has been taken from
the ground in a sacred manner for hundreds of years. All the stone from those native quarries is extracted by hand, and in ceremony, and it can take up to six months to extract a medium size slab. The stone and site is considered sacred, and it is an ancient tradition. Chuck was consistently warning visitors and white people on the dangers of accepting the ‘false stone’ (from the Internet) to make their pipes. On one visit I made there, Gloria and I went to see the quarry in the nearby township of Jasper, where the stone is hacked out with machines. We took a piece to have it analysed, only to find the stone was more quartzite than genuine Pipestone or Catlinite. There is no sacredness with this false stone. This ancient sacred stone can hold images gifted by Tunkashila. Chuck would call them ‘Wakan’ very sacred. The stone gifted to me from Chuck held such an image. The effigy of a small white pipe sits in the centre. Chuck told me this pipe is truly a Channupa for Little Turtle Island! Please visit Chuck’s film:- Lakota/Dakota Traditons. Quarrying of the Sacred Red Pipestone. |
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On my last visit to
Pipestone, I was able to attend the Sundance, the
Pipestone Sundance, where the Channupa were
gathered out on the Sundance grounds. I watched
the sacred central Sundance tree being brought in
and erected, and four days of honouring the men
who danced. These are abiding, beautiful memories. This Sundance was also honoured by the veterans, A.I.M’s Native Americans. It was so synchronistic that a few days before I had visited an incredibly important archaeological site on the border with Iowa. Within this site lay small standing stones and burials that indicated Celtic ancestors had been buried here on the site of the Oneida tribe. But it was being systematically abused by farmers in tractors digging up burial grounds right in front of our eyes! So, I took the chance to talk with A.I.M’s leaders. And that helped to make the entire site a national park. (That was when Democrats ran the US!) |
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This was to be my last
visit to Pipestone. When I had returned Chuck
rang me up to give me the news that before my
plane took off, during a 20-minute wait on the
tarmac at Sioux Falls airport, he had seen a
golden eagle circling above the plane. And when
the plane finally made its way down the runway,
that golden eagle flew with the plane… and me.
When Chuck told me that, I cried, as I remembered the name Ed had given many years before, and I felt I owned that name then; Wambdi Olywampa Weya: Eagle Singing Moon. These two wonderful Native Americans will stay in my heart forever. Mitakuye Oyisin Jan Wambdi Olywampa Weya: Eagle Singing Moon |
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Jan Harper-Whale is a
retired teacher, now author. She lives on the
Isle Wight (Wihtland: Isle of Spirits). Her new
book The Wihtwara is a rediscovery of forgotten
history about the Ancestors of the island in the
1st-5th centuries A.D. She still teaches Native
American spirituality.
www.the-wihtwara.co.uk email: earth.trinity@googlemail.com |
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Ed Mc
Gaa, Eagle Man, was born on Pine Ridge Indian
Reservation and was a Oglala Sioux lawyer, writer,
and lecturer who introduced thousands to Native
American spirituality, ceremonies and rituals. He served in the US. Marines in Korea a fighter pilot, flying 110 combat missions, receiving eight Air Medals and two Crosses of Gallantry, and was recommended for a Distinguished Flying Cross. His two best known books are : ‘Mother Earth Spirituality, Native American Paths to Healing Ourselves and Our World,’ Harper San Francisco, 1990. ‘Rainbow Tribe, Ordinary People Journeying on the Red Road,’ Harper San Francisco, 1992. Ed McGaa passed into Spirit, aged 81, on August 25th 2017. Please visit Ed’s film:- Lakota Traditions, Eagleman Ed McGaa. |
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Chuck
Derby Running Elk was born in Pipestone, Minnesota in
1941 and continued to live there for the rest of his
life. According to tradition, as the family's
first-born son, he inherited the name Chaske. Which
was mutated to Chuck or Charlie. |
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Gloria’s dedication to Chuck Derby Running Elk
On the eve of the anniversary of my beloved chuck’s passing, I thought I would again copy the honouring speech that the Pipestone Dakota Community did during the first PDC powwow in August 2000. ‘We would like to have this honour song done to recognise and acknowledge the hard work and effort that Chuck Derby has put into the powwow.. We honour Chuck because to us, he is our quiet warrior. He cares about the Pipestone Dakota Community. In his own quiet way, he deals with adversaries in a positive manner. He never criticizes others, he looks for the positive in everyone. To us, he has all the qualities of a true leader, and we appreciate everything he has done for the Indian Community and the wider non-Indian community. Through all the conflict and adversities that the Dakota community has been going through, Chuck has stood out in defence of us. We have five words to describe Chuck.
C is for Caring H is for Humble U is for Unshakable C is for Constant K is for Knowledgeable
In his gentle, respectful and caring way, he watches over the Pipestone Dakota Community. In closing, we would like to honour him and invite you to come out and shake hands with him and dance with us. Before reading this testimonial, Roger Trudell,(Santee Sioux Tribal Spiritual leader,) spoke of his experience with Chuck during the many years he had known him. After reading the above testimonial he said that he agreed with everything that was said was true and that if anyone wanted to sit with Chuck for 5 or 10 minutes, they would also see that these things were true. August 2019
Gloria Hazell-Derby. Chuck is still missed by many people. The void left in the world will never be filled
The pain felt will never be healed Chuck, my wonderful husband, my heart, I miss you every day. |
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