Geronimo’s Missing Million- Dollar War Bonnet

Geronimo’s Missing Million-Dollar War Bonnet

Janelle Meraz Hooper

   When I was writing the Geronimo, Life on the Reservation show for Rudy, I had written in an explanation of why Geronimo had a feathered war bonnet hanging on the wooden fence that surrounded his garden. It was too long to fit into the show, so I thought I’d share it with you here.

As you know, Apaches didn’t wear war bonnets. And Geronimo wasn’t a chief, but the Comanche Chief, Quanah Parker, was organizing a photo- shoot of the chiefs on the reservation and he wanted Geronimo to wear a war bonnet like the other warriors in the photo.

Geronimo didn’t have one, so Quanah loaned him one of his. At the end of the summit in Collinsville, Indian Territory on Oct. 19, 1907, 78-year-old Geronimo “gave” the bonnet—decorated with a tail of 48 feet of eagle feathers—to two gentlemen friends. Notice I put “gave” in quotes. I have no proof, but I suspect the two gentlemen had something Geronimo wanted. Most likely, cattle.

I have no idea how Quanah reacted when he discovered his elegant war bonnet had been given way. However, in 1999—Ninety-two years after the photo was taken, the most recent owner of the bonnet was charged by the FBI for trying to sell the war bonnet over the Internet for over a million dollars. It is hoped the headdress will ultimately belong to the Smithsonian.

Credit: October 19, 1999- Joseph A. Slobodzian Knight Ridder Newspapers and others. Illustration, Sherri Bails.

Powwows and fry bread

As Brown As I Want
The Indianhead Diaries

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On a Powwow day… a few lines from As Brown As I Want, The Indianhead Diaries…

While Carlos and I were loading our clothes in the car, he got close to my ear and whispered, “Don’t tell anyone. I’ve packed us some extra food. You know, just in case…”
   “Just in case, what, Carlos?”
   “In case those fool Indians start dancing and ‘hy-ya, hy-ya, hy-ya’ right through dinner like they did last time.”
   I laughed at that. Sometimes, meals at powwows are catch as catch can and Carlos and I have failed to catch a few.
  One night, at the last powwow, we were so hungry we joined a group of Indians we didn’t even know. We were invited, but we decided to never tell our mothers because the last thing they’d said to us was, “Don’t wear out your welcome.”
   To us, sitting down at a strange family’s picnic table with her children and eating the last piece of fry bread on the paper plate certainly seemed to fit into that category.
   When we got back to our tepee that night, Mildred had three wrought iron pans of chicken frying, and we ate again, just so we wouldn’t hurt her feelings.

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Geronimo hated pumpkins!

I found this in my Geronimo research file and thought it was funny because Geronimo hated pumpkins! It was almost all he got to eat at Ft. Picken’s Prison in Florida. A visiting reporter from The New York Times visited him there once and wrote about how Geronimo was always cooking pumpkins because he loved them so much! I have the clipping somewhere. Talk about clueless! Geronimo was not pleased!

Then, after the Alabama prison (when he left Ft. Pickens), he ended up at Ft. Sill, Oklahoma and had to eat pumpkins again! The soil was so poor and water was so scarce that pumpkins were about all he could grow.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN, EVERYONE!

This is the show I wrote for Rudy Ramos.

My first Halloween costume, about1949…

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Aggie and Her Surprise Visitor, story excerpt

Aggie and Her Surprise Visitor

Janelle Meraz Hooper

“Are you still there?” Aggie asked the old woman under her bed…

Sometimes we forget that everyone else is living their moment while we’re busy living ours…

“Are you still there?” Aggie asked as she picked up her slipper and beat the metal bed frame underneath the mattress. “Well, you’d better get out from under there and go home—wherever that is—I’ve got company coming and she’s going to need the bed.” Aggie leaned way over the edge of her mattress to peer at the woman who was stretched out underneath her bed. “And while you’re at it, take off those goofy red socks. It’s the middle of summer for Christ’s sake!”

There was no answer to Aggie’s scolding; there never was. The old lady went on talking anyway while she beat her pillow into a more comfortable shape. “I don’t know what’s become of the neighborhood. This was a good place when I moved in here thirteen years ago. Now they’ve got the likes of you running in and out of people’s houses. I keep the doors locked—how do you get in here anyway?”

Silence.

From my short story book, Free Pecan Pie and Other Chick Stories

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Chili, a short video about starting-over.

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A Text version of this story was posted a long time ago. I’ve been fooling around with video just for fun. I have about 21 of them now. What a learning experience!

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A recent visit to the Nisqually Museum