Preserving The Arapaho Past

Preserving The Arapaho Past A page that's dedicated to preserving The Arapaho way of life. Both Northern and Southern Bands.

05/12/2026

Heebe-Tous neito'eino' (Hello my relatives),
I honestly was not planning on making a post today, but my neurodivergent đŸ§© brain gave me some good ideas. So please excuse me if this post does not seem as well put together as my usual long-form posts.

Today’s topic is about 'LEARNING', and I think reading this post in its entirety could be beneficial if you stick around.

In the older days, children around the ages of 5–6 would begin spending more individual time with their parents. Daughters would spend time with their mothers. Whenever the mother was not busy with chores, she would play with her daughter, teaching her to treat her doll as if it were a real baby. The mother would continue doing this until the girl was old enough to care for the doll on her own. In this way, the girl learned the responsibilities and teachings of womanhood.

For instance, when a mother was cutting meat to dry, the little girl would be given her own small piece of meat to cut, along with a small drying rack of her own. Boys would sit near their fathers and learn simply by observing throughout the day — watching their fathers make bows and arrows, braid rawhide, hunt, or sit through ceremonies.
The theme here is that children learned by watching, listening, and eventually catching on through experience.
Another instance was when parents wanted their children to learn quickly and speak at an early age. They would feed them meadowlark eggs or rub the bill of a meadowlark across the child’s lips. It was believed the child would begin speaking not long after.

Arapaho children were taught the religious beliefs of their people as early as possible. They were taken to tribal elders for instruction, and the elders would also pray for them. In this way, children understood from an early age that they belonged to a spiritual way of life.
Children were not direct participants in ceremonies, but they were present at them so they could become familiar with what was happening and slowly learn the ways of the people.
Sometimes during ceremonies, things could become disorganized or go a little off track. That is normal — nothing is ever perfect. To restore balance, they would sometimes bring in children or have someone sit with a small baby. It was believed that children are the closest to the Creator, and things would begin to fall back into place afterward.
Another example is when elders became sickly or weak. A baby would sometimes be brought to sit with them, and the elders would often light up with joy, begin moving around more, and seem to regain strength and spirit.

Learning never truly stops either. You continue learning as you move through the four ridges of life. Many of our teachings were never written down; they were learned through watching, listening, and experience.
In my case, I always remember hearing my nei'woo say ceh'e3tiit (“listen”), or she would grab my ears and say, “Are these for decoration?” Basically meaning I wasn’t using them at the time 😬.

Knowledge was also shared through stories. Many stories carry lessons at the end, and some connect directly to real life. One story I’ll mention is 'Forgetting Youngbull'. It teaches about not skipping steps in life to get ahead, and also about not skipping ceremonial steps, which cost a young warrior great sickness and dishonor. I’ll probably share that story sometime in the near future.

One way I’m pretty sure many people learned was simply by being thrown into the mix and hoping they wouldn’t mess up. Even if you missed a step or got too far ahead of yourself, you would hear the famous words: “That’s how you learn.”
This last part is from a conversation between me and my Uncle. I remember we were talking about change and different teachings. He said something along the lines of:
“When people want to be perfect, they sometimes avoid participating because they fear making a mistake or want everything to go perfectly. When they do that, they’re only putting up barriers for themselves. It becomes self-sabotage in a way".

I thought about those words for a long time afterward. A lot of people today want to wait until they feel fully ready before participating, speaking, singing, learning ceremonies, or even asking questions. But sometimes waiting for perfection can keep a person from learning altogether.
In many ways, mistakes are part of the teaching. You learn by listening, observing, trying, failing, being corrected, and trying again. That is how knowledge was passed down for generations. Nobody begins as an expert.
Sometimes the fear of embarrassment becomes a bigger barrier than the mistake itself. But our elders understood that growth comes through participation, patience, and humility.
Even when someone stumbles or misses a step, there is still value in showing up and trying. That willingness to learn is important in itself. Wohei, hohou for reading....

An old newspaper article about the First Wyoming basketball team to participate in 'The National Tournament Of Catholic ...
04/25/2026

An old newspaper article about the First Wyoming basketball team to participate in 'The National Tournament Of Catholic Team's' @ Chicago, Illinois in 1936

St. Stephens Mission Team from Arapahoe Wyoming-
UPPER, left to right-John Whiteman-Center: Chester White Antelope-Guard; Pius Red Willow-Coach; Charles Coal Bearing-Forward; Robert Rising Bird-Center; Martin Fast Horse-Guard.
Front row-Daniel Yellow Otter-Forward, also high scoring man for the season, Peter LoneBear-Guard; James ThunderBird-Forward.

LOWER, left to right-Jacob WhiteBull, Martin FastHorse, Peter LoneBear, Ambrose Wanstall, Robert Rising Bird, Daniel YellowOtter, Max Oldman, Chester WhiteAntelope, and James ThunderBird.

04/23/2026

Heebe-Tous my relatives I have A few things I'd like to share today.

This page was created with a simple but important purpose: to share the history, stories, songs, and knowledge of the Arapaho people so that others can learn, understand, and carry it forward. Every post you see here comes from hours of research, sometimes weeks or even months, done in my own time, then carefully written to be both accurate and meaningful. I choose to share this freely because I believe this knowledge should be accessible, not hidden or sold. I had the option not to long ago to publish my writings and research but I believe people shouldn't have to buy their own history. I pay my own money to contribute to the research and have to actually pay museums to 'Look at' our own stuff that was taken A long time ago or documented. I honestly don't get nothing in return for contributing but I honestly enjoy it, because it makes me happy and I seen how happy it makes others.

I also want to take a moment to say how much I truly appreciate the support from so many of you. The thoughtful comments, the conversations, and the willingness to learn are what make this space worthwhile. It means more than you might realize to see people engaging with respect and genuine interest.

At the same time, it’s important to be clear about the kind of space this is. This page is meant for respectful learning and discussion. While most people contribute positively, there are occasional comments or accounts that don’t meet that standard or follow Facebook’s guidelines. Since this page is 'open to the public' we get many spam accounts that flood the comments with pretty bad language, so Facebook more or less does something about it, not us.

When that happens, those comments may be removed. Sometimes accounts get blocked for not meeting the guidelines.
This isn’t about taking sides or silencing anyone, it’s about protecting the purpose of this page. Disrespect, negativity, or spam takes away from the goal of sharing knowledge, and that won’t be allowed here.

I’m committed to continuing this work and sharing these stories, and all I ask in return is respect—for the history, for the culture, and for one another.
Thank you for being here, for your support, and for helping keep this knowledge alive. My inbox is always open if you have questions...

Heebe-Tous. Family histories often preserve perspectives that are not always found in written records, especially within...
04/22/2026

Heebe-Tous. Family histories often preserve perspectives that are not always found in written records, especially within Indigenous communities. This is A story passed down to me by my grandmother, JoAnn Dewey, and later clarified by her twin sister, Francis Dewey. Both were fluent speakers of the Arapaho language and teachers at St. Stephen’s Mission. As direct descendants of Chief Sharpnose, they carried forward an account that connects Arapaho military service, survival on the reservation, and an early iteration of what would become of the Arapaho flag. This story illustrates how cultural identity was preserved and expressed even under difficult historical conditions.

During the late 19th century, the Arapaho people faced severe hardships on reservations. Federal policies restricted their movement and limited their ability to sustain traditional ways of life. Although government agents encouraged farming, the land was often unsuitable for agriculture, making it difficult to produce enough food. In addition, government-issued rations were inconsistent and inadequate. These conditions forced many Arapaho men to seek other forms of work in order to support their families.

Some men worked as ranch hands, ditch diggers, or members of the tribal police. Others chose to enlist in the United States Army, where they could earn wages and receive rations. For many, enlistment was not just a military decision but a necessary means of survival. Despite serving in the army, Arapaho soldiers maintained important cultural traditions. They wore feathered headdresses to represent acts of bravery and carried personal medicine for spiritual protection. These practices demonstrated that their identity remained strong even within a foreign institution.

Chief Sharpnose played a key role during this time. He served in the army from 1881 to 1890 under General George Crook. According to family accounts, Sharpnose shared his rations not only with his immediate family but also with others in need, reflecting the communal values of the Arapaho people. His leadership and generosity earned him respect among both his people and fellow soldiers.

While serving, Sharpnose also sought a way to distinguish Arapaho soldiers from non-Native troops, referred to in Arapaho as nih'oo3ounen (white men). To achieve this, he created an insignia that identified them as Arapaho. This early design can be understood as A early iteration to the modern Arapaho flag. It symbolized unity, identity, and pride at a time when cultural expression was often suppressed.

Sharpnose’s connection to the army was visible in other ways as well. He wore his uniform at public events and even named his son after General Crook, demonstrating the complex relationships between Native leaders and U.S. military authorities. At the same time, his actions show how Arapaho identity was not lost but adapted to new circumstances. Black Coals head soldier once said "His eyes are as bright and as piercing as an eagles, nothing ever escapes his vision".

The modern Arapaho flag was later created in 1936 to honor Native veterans and was officially adopted in 1956. Although it came decades after Sharpnose’s service, the idea of using a symbol to represent Arapaho identity has deeper roots in the experiences of earlier generations. The flag stands today as a reminder of resilience, service, and cultural continuity.

In conclusion, this family story highlights the ways in which the Arapaho people navigated the challenges of reservation life while preserving their identity. Through military service, community support, and symbolic expression, leaders like Chief Sharpnose helped lay the foundation for enduring cultural symbols such as the Arapaho flag. Wohei—this history reminds us to honor and respect Arapaho veterans, past, present, and future.

I hope you enjoyed one of my family stories that was passed down from my grandmother's, their dad was Andrew Dewey, his dad was Duck Dewey who married Enda Grass Woman Sharp nose, Edna's dad was Chief Sharpnose

Heebe-Tous, today is another day for some southern Arapaho History. If you're a visitor like me to C&A country, you'll m...
04/06/2026

Heebe-Tous, today is another day for some southern Arapaho History.
If you're a visitor like me to C&A country, you'll more than likely pass this place in a blink of an eye. But this particular place has A lot of historical value, and I've studied this place A fair amount of times.
On this trip down, I had my wife drive me around so I can get the lay out of the land and better understand this small town called "Greenfield".

Greenfield is between Watonga and Geary both places are where many Arapaho cohorts decided to stay in the early reservation days, and also A hotspot for ceremonies to be done in 'Secret'. At the time, the government was scared of our ceremonies, so they banned them. Native American church meetings would be held in Greenfield or The red Hill not to far away. Many manuscripts depict of NAC meetings going on, but being interrupted by tribal Police and many members being thrown in jail and also having their praying articles confiscated from them, never to be given back.

The ghost dance was also practiced around this area. Often times, even children participated, but at A cost. The mennonite school at cantonment, had an 'English only policy', but the kids would speak it while they play or at night in their sleeping rooms. Kids would often leave to participate in their ceremonial ways or to go hunting along with their families. Runaways were delt with harshly, corporal punishment was used at the Arapaho school until the chiefs protested in council in 1895 - children were often whipped until they couldn't stand or jailed, sometimes worse.


Greenfield was also the last confirmed place the woman's buffalo lodge was held in 1888.
The river you see pictured also has some significance as well. The woman in the buffalo lodge would dance, rocking their head from side to side, then they would would run about A mile to the same river, untill all 4 directions were covered. If you want to know more about the buffalo lodge, it's in my earlier posts.

I enjoyed my time in Oklahoma and being amongst my wife's family & being able to research and contribute to southern Arapaho history. This place has many more stories to be heard and lessons to be learned, but I'll cover more in the near future. I always enjoy coming to Oklahoma and being amongst my southern Arapaho people, wohei....

Heebe-Tous, today ill share A story and some history about A certain place around Geary Oklahoma called 'Coyote Hill', t...
04/04/2026

Heebe-Tous, today ill share A story and some history about A certain place around Geary Oklahoma called 'Coyote Hill', this certain place is where many southern Arapaho's used to go to Fast & Pray in isolation.

In the early 1890's, A man once fasted A few times before but he never got the results he wanted, so he made A vow to go out to Coyote hill and fast there for 7 days and nights with nothing but his blanket. The first 4 days, he said nothing happened, but the last 3 were satisfactory. On the 5th night he heard A voice that told him
"be generous and good to other people, the birds and animals will be his friends and will protect him, it also told him after completing his 7 days, to run back home but if he sees someone, must stop and talk to them"
After his 7 days, he ran down the hill but said his feet weren't touching the ground and then he seen A man wrapped in A blanket, not to far from the hill. So he talked to him and the man said to him
"I am the voice you've been talking to and the father above is proud of you, whenever you and your people need rain, pray to me and it will be so"
The spirit was big in stature and soon it turned into A turtle (The hill looks like A turtle from A ways away)
It's final words to him was
"you have done right to obey the spirit above, you will have no difficulties here after, do not speak evil of people and everything will be okay"

The man drew out his vision after in the picture below. Hopefully you've all enjoyed this story and I always enjoy visiting C&A country and the history that goes along with it. I have more stories to come in the near future...

03/24/2026

My little brothers got some wicked tunes đŸ”„đŸ”„đŸ”„

03/17/2026

Heebe-tous, I'll share some quick short spooky-ish stories since people seem to really enjoy them. These stories take place at 'The Arapaho Ranch'. One story comes from my grandpa's (The Old Hawks Aka The Owl Creek Outlaws) who used to work at the ranch and the other is A personal experience of mine that involves 'Little people', maybe...

First story takes place back when my grandpa's were all in their early twenties.
One day they were pushing cattle around the mountain. It was early fall time, so the sun set earlier and the nights got colder & darker. After pushing cattle on their horses for most of the day, they decided to make camp before it started getting cold. There was A light dusting of snow already on the ground, the kind that cracks with every step and can be heard from A distance.
They got A pretty good fire going, so they were all just sitting around talking. Some time went by and the night got still. Their horses stopped making noise and all that was heard, was the cold wind coming from thee ol owl creeks.
Soon enough, they heard several pairs of footsteps coming their way. They were the only cowboys out there as far as they were concerned. The steps, were pretty close now and they heard the dead weeds brushing against something out there in the darkness. They all got quiet and they heard talking coming towards them. They recognized it was the old Arapaho language, they knew because they spoke it too.
In due time, the men they heard coming towards them were Arapaho men, but something was off about these men. These men were dressed in clothes that didn't match the time period. Their clothing was from the old days. They had on buckskin shirts and pants, also feathers hanging from their hair and had on Hinow (Red Paint).
These men were also kind of translucent and had A blue glow around them, and felt very out of place. They didn't say much. All they did was gather around the fire, warming their hands and moving as if they didn't know time had passed already into A new generation that probably already forgot about them.
My grandpa's didn't say much, they just watched their new visitors for A few minutes, standing by the fire and just trying to keep warm. Then the old Arapahos got up and walked off into the dark night, the crunch of the snow slowly faded as well. In the morning they followed their footprints, after A few yards, the prints just stopped and after that they knew they was just spirits that were probably just roaming the land they once called home as well.
Early Fall and Early spring time is very sacred In our culture, there's many changes that happen and certain types of spirts are out only at that time; so maybe they were out there at just the right time. Who knows, but that's how I remember hearing it go about.

Second story is one from my own experience, about 17 years ago we camped at 'Duncans Place' not to far from the ranch. With not much to do at the time, I did A lot of Hiking around the camp and exploring. It was always loud with wildlife and the sounds of nature. I walked away from the camp for A while, up untill my legs started to hurt. I got to A certain area that felt like I shouldn't be there and had the sensation that something was watching me. I noticed all I could hear was the sound of my own breathing and that was it. I remember looking around and I seen smoke coming from behind some large trees. Me being curious, I walked to the trees and could hear fire crackling from A wood stove or A makeshift fire place. Soon enough I seen A small home about 3 to 4 feet tall but it didn't look like any type of home I've ever seen. It was made of stone and was camouflaged very well into the surrounding area. In my opinion I think it was A 'hecesnenitee' (little person) A little persons dwelling. Even though I was still A ways away from the small dwelling, I can feel someone watching me 👀. I grew up hearing stories about the mythical creatures they call 'Little People' but never thought I'd actually get to encounter one myself, the older ones say their not bad but their not good either, but it's best to leave them alone.
So I hell no'd my way out of there and took the long way around and did A full blown sprint back to camp, and decided to not wonder around for the remainder of the trip.

Wohei, hopefully you enjoyed story time with your Uncle big Jess, heetce'noohobe3en

03/15/2026

Uncle is gonna tell you A scary/crazy đŸ«Łstory about one of my uncles from Lonebear Lane aka 'Dog town'

My uncle has always been the drifter type. The kind of man who doesn’t mind walking alone for miles under the night sky.
One summer night he was wandering around Ethete village long after everyone else had gone to sleep. In the summer, the moon can be so bright it almost feels like the sun is waiting just below the horizon. The night never feels completely dark.
But it never feels completely empty either.
He spent most of the night walking around the village until the late hours slowly turned into early morning. Around 3 a.m., he decided it was time to head back home to Lonebear Lane, what people around there call Dog Town.
Between the village and Dog Town there’s a long open field.
During the day it’s nothing special. Just grass, weeds, and an old fence at the edge of it.
But at night that field feels different.
People around there talk about strange things happening in that field. That’s why some folks choose to walk the long road around instead of crossing it in the dark.
But my uncle stepped into it anyway.
The moment he entered the field, the night felt quieter. The grass brushed against his legs as he walked, and the wind moved through the weeds like whispers.
After a while he realized something strange.
The crickets had stopped.
The whole field felt too still.
He had made it about halfway across when he heard it.
A step behind him.
Not loud. Just the sound of something pushing through the grass.
He kept walking.
A few seconds later

Another step.
This time he stopped.
The sound behind him stopped too.
He stood there listening, staring out into the moonlit field behind him.
But there was nothing there.
Just the grass moving in the wind.
So he kept walking.
A few moments later the footsteps started again.
Slow.
Careful.
Following him.
And something about the sound felt wrong.
It didn’t quite sound like a person walking.
But it didn’t sound like an animal either.
In the Arapaho way, elders always warn people about wandering at night. Not because of animals
 but because there are things that move through the darkness that aren’t meant for us to see.
They say if you must travel at night, you should carry to***co or a cottonwood stick to keep yourself safe.
My uncle had neither.
By the time he reached three quarters of the way across the field, the sound behind him had gotten closer.
Much closer.
The footsteps were no longer careful.
They were matching his pace.
Step for step.
Then he heard something else.
Breathing.
Low. Heavy breathing somewhere behind him.
That’s when the fear really hit him.
He started walking faster.
The breathing behind him got faster too.
Then the footsteps started running.
That’s when my uncle ran.
He sprinted toward the fence at the far end of the field. The grass whipped past his legs and his heart pounded in his ears.
He didn’t want to look back.
But he could hear it behind him.
Running.
Closing the distance.
His lungs burned and his legs felt like they were about to give out. But he kept pushing toward the fence.
Just a little farther.
Just a little more.
He decided he would stop just before the fence, drop down, and roll underneath it.
But the moment he stopped—
Whatever had been chasing him didn’t.
It crashed straight into the back of his legs and knocked him down into the weeds.
For a split second, as he fell forward, he was sure this was the end. He thought he was about to feel teeth sink into his back or claws grab him from the darkness.
But nothing happened.
Just the sound of something scrambling away.
When my uncle looked up

It was just a rez dog.
The dog shook itself off, looked at him for a second, then ran back out into the dark field.
My uncle stayed there in the weeds for a long time, covered in dirt and trying to slow his breathing.
But he always says the same thing when he tells that story.
'S**t neph I lucked out that night'

Let it still be a lesson though, wandering around in the dark isn’t always a good idea. There are things out there that have been here long before us
 and they’ll still be here long after we’re gone.
Wohei.

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