Charles Sturdee tends to the lamppost garden blooms on Camden, Maine’s main street. A blacksmith made the wire basket, and the Camden Garden Club provided the geraniums, petunias, and vines, adding to the beauty of the town.
This picture of the Camden, Maine public library was taken exactly 40 years later, lamppost gardens still in bloom.
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That very same year, Mr. Sturdee passed away, after years of service to the town, including 19 years with the Camden Police Department. We all make a difference in this life, even if it’s just watering the flowers.
Four incredibly color-coordinated pale faces chat about patterns with Chippewa Chief Big Bear in Itasca Park, Minnesota back in 1935. His tribesman sold many items to visitors, including beaded bags, baskets, toy birch-bark canoes, and other handicrafts. They also held husking parties, such as these, with the intent to supply rice for sportsmen’s game banquets.
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While other tribes chose corn as their main crop, the Chippewa lived in a “place where there is food upon the water” surrounding the Great Lakes region. Wild rice, or “manoomin” in the Ojibwe language, was integral to their diets as well as their entire way of life. Wisconsin Chippewans have harvested manoomin for centuries.
In 2018, Chippewa Indians from Turtle Lake, Wisconsin continued to gather in the name of rice, hosting their 45th annual Wild Rice Festival. The pow-wow was the showstopper.
While rice beds have been diminishing, threatened by climate issues, pipelines, and mines, Chippewans struggle to protect the crop by reseeding lakes and waterways, hoping to meet the needs of their communities as well as pass on the culture to younger generations.
Check and see if your state celebrates wild rice as well. Why, we even have a Texas Wild Rice Festival in San Marcos! There’s the mayor floating the river in the middle of the festival.
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Prices seem fair in most places, even if you don’t get a pow-wow or float down a river.
And don’t forget to dress up!
Deer River Rice Festival, Grand Rapids Herald Review by Don BatistaAmazon
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