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| Cousins, Bob, Debbie, Rod, and his beautiful daughter. |
There are moments
in life that leave us breathless and our hearts beating to a new rhythm. Memorable moments. Moments
we file in the deepest recesses of our hearts and souls. I had many such moments
this past weekend.
My family and I
attended the thirty-first annual Pow Wow of the Nansemond Indian Nation in
Suffolk, Virginia. I had no clue what to expect as I’d never attended a pow wow
of any kind, anywhere. Indeed, it wasn’t until about three years ago that I
knew this was part of my heritage.
This
one was special to me because it was my first and was held on lands in possession of my Mama’s family
for centuries. Since before my European ancestors arrived in the new world, the
Nansemond were here. They hunted and fished on those lands. They made their
homes and raised their families on those lands. The name Nansemond is
Algonquian for fishing point.
