Born in Stoney Fork, Watuaga County, North Carolina 3 march 1923
Together with his grandson (son of Merle) Richard in 2003
Doc & son Merle Make me A Pallet" and "Streamline Cannonball." From the DVD "Doc & Merle Watson In Concert." http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7iMBBmFlrs Merle died tragically as a result of a tractor ent on his farm in Lenoir, Nc in 1985, 36 years old
Together with Merle pickin' at a drugstore near Nashville 1984
Lately I heard that Doc has suffering health problems... all the best Doc!
thanks to the DOCSGUITAR.com
added: Merle Watson Doc at the age of 16 with one of his first guitars Gallagher Doc Watson's signature model (fot courtesy of Gallaghar guitars)
LOOK UP THE SKY, LOOK UP AND UP. IN SPRING AT THE DANCING OF THE MOON, LOOK UP; YOU MAY SEE ME COMING DOWN IN MY CANOE. LOOK UP THE SKY, LOOK ANEW, ANEW.
old WOODCARVING 'Fisherman's homecoming' Possible from Brazilian state of BAHIA or MINAS GERAIS... That I bought on a streetmarked in Rio. Restored by my father Pierre Pieters
+PIRACEMA+ Drawing by José Custódio Marques Meãmücü (Ticuna tribe) (c) Musea Magüta, Benjamin Constant, Amazonas
Street-Art GRAFFITI in RIO DE JANEIRO -foto wolffystyle
STORY OF THE TWO BROTHERS - TOLD BY NAVAJOS OF NEW MEXICO AND ARIZONA
Of all the Divine Ones none is more revered than Estsan-Natheli (She-Who-Changeth*). Highly honered, too, is her younger sister Yolkai-Estsan (White-Shell-Woman). Of the turquoise of the land was made She-Who-Changeth; of the white shell of the ocean was made White-Shell-Woman. Each sister bore a son; the child of She-Who-Changeth was the god Nayenezrani; the child of White-Shell-Woman was the god Tobajischini. At that time there were in the world many Anaye, they say, gods unfriendly to man, evil beings, giants, monsters, who destroyed the people.** When the two young gods were grown, they wanted to slay the Anaye that the people might have saved. Now the brothers*** often ask of the mothers, "Who is our father?" The mothers always answered, "You have none." At last, one day, they set out to find for themselves; they took a holy trail and journeyed on the sunbeams. It was Niltshi, the Wind, who guiden them, whispering his counsel in there ears. There father was Johano-ai, the Sun. His beautiful house was in the east; it was made of turquoise, and stood on the shore of great waters. There he dwelled with his wife, his daughters, and his sons, The Black Thunder and The Blue Thunder. Until the coming of the strange brothers, the wife of the Sun had not known that her husband had visited a goddess on the earth. Nor would Johano-ai believe that the two gods were his sons until he had proved it by making them undergo all kinds of trials. But the youths came through each test unharmed, and then the Sun rejoiced that these were indeed his children, and promised to give them what they asked. The brothers told there father that they wanted weapons with which to slay the Anaye. So Johano-ai gave them helmets, shirts, and moccasins, all of black flint; and when this armor was put on, the four lightnings flashed from the different joints. He gaven them for weapons a mighty knife of stone, and arrows of rainbow, of sunbeam, and of lightning. So the brothers slew the Anaye, and after each victory they returned to their mothers rejoicing. Then Johano-ai came to She-Who-Changeth and begged her to make for him a home in the west, where he might rest at evening after his long day's jouney across the skies. Long he pleaded with her, until at last she yielded and said, "I will go and make a home for you, if you will give me what I ask. You have a beautiful turquoise house in the east, they say. I must have just such a beautiful house in the west, only it must be beyond the shore and floating amid the waters; and around the house must be planted all kinds of gems, that they may grow and become many." Johano-ai granted every wish, and now, beyond the mountains, the sun-god rest at evening in the gem-surrounded floating house of Estan-Natlehi in the west.
*The goddess is thus named because she passes through endless lives, continually changing from old to young again - it's probable that she is an apotheosis of nature or of the changing year. ** many of the Anaye are personifications of the dangers that lie in nature. *** The two gods are called 'brothers' in aal versions of the myth. Another version make both gods twin-children of She-Who-Changeth.
CHEYENNE LIFE IN THE OLD TIME as told by CHIEF HIAMOVI (HIGH CHIEF)
In the beginning our Father made the earth and gave to us all things. We had no so much clothes as now, nor had we any metals. We wore the skins of beasts, for the Father gave to us the buffalo and all kinds of animals to meet our wants. The bow we made ourselves, and arrows, too, pointed with sharp stone. When we had made the bow and arrow we began to hunt, and when we saw the buffalo we would creep up to him on hands and knees, softly, until within a hundred paces of him. Then we would rise on one knee and shoot him dead. We had knives made of the ribs of the buffalo or of sharpened stones, and with these we skinned the buffalo and cut off the meat and carried it home on our backs. The women sliced the meat and then set up long poles supported on notched sticks, and on these poles they hung the meat to dry. They dried the hides, too, and then scraped them with sharp stones until they grew soft, and of these they made shirts and leggings. We had no horses, but used big, shaggy dogs. When we journeyed we packed the dried meat in satchels of painted hide. These were carried by the dogs. The poles were bound together by a strip of hide and fastened to the neck of the dog, and the bundles were tied upon the poles. Each family had its own dogs. Sometimes on a long journey the dogs would grow tired and began to droop and flag. Then the people would call the dogs, "'Hiya, go on, go on!" But no matter how we called, the dogs would hang there tongues and lag slower and slower. Then some one would cry, "Buffalo ahead; fresh meat in plenty!" and then the dogs would bound forward as though they had just set out. When we came to a camping-ground the women untied the bundles and put the meat in pots to boil. These pots were made of fine earth hardened in the fire. When any one wanted to kindle a fire he would hold a piece of dry, rotten wood against a stone, and then strike the stone with flint so that the sparks would light up upon the dry wood. Or he would take the stalk of the soapweed plant and rest one end in a socket bored stone. Then he would twirl the stalk between his hands, and twirl and twirl till at last smoke and fire came at the end. All this was long ago, before our people ever had seen the white man. But one time a man was far away in Texas and there he saw a horse. He was frightened at first because he thought it must be a creature that would kill him men and devour them. But he caught the horse and tied him fast and patted him, and when he found the horse did not bite he was glad and tried to tame him. When he had tamed him he harnessed him with poles, like a dog, and put his children on the horse's back and seated himself on the poles behind. Afterwards the people found other horses, and these had colts. So we came to have many horses. Only the old people tell of it. My mother told me all these things. She is over a hundred years old, and she learned these stories from her grandmother. This was the way we lived in the old, old time when all that we had was given to us by the Father or made by us ourselves.
'CIGARA BETWEEN ITAIPÃ BONES' - COMPILATION oil on tile/bones/insect Ramblin' Wayn 2009
These little fish and bird bones were found at the dunes of the Itaipú beach near Niteroi, RJ, Brazil, they're assumed to be more than 4.000 years old At that time Indian fishing people lived on the high sand-dunes, where they build there cabins and had a fantastic view over the sea, from where they could spot the impending enemies...
This compilation I named: "CIGARA BETWEEN ITAIPÚ BONES" (Cigara = insect which made a hard sound when sings in the summer, mostly in trees) I found this one in Rio de Janeiro, but it already lost her wings...
Some fragments of the cigara broke off,- right wing, amongst other things - the hard noise (like a whistle), he produce with his arse...