When I was a fledgling teen, maybe not even that, possibly 12ish, we (The family) were deliciously treated to a new neighbour. She moved into the house directly across the street from our house. She (Can’t remember her name) was very pretty, youngish (I think) wore multi coloured beads on the ends of her wild flowing, very dark hair and always seemed to wear the same bright coloured clothes. (She probably didn’t wear the same clothes but it just seemed that way to me)
She, let’s call her Amira, simply because I like that name, was very pleasant but never forthcoming (If you know what I mean) She (Amira) always took the time to say good morning every time we saw her, naturally accompanied by a beaming smile, set off with beautifully white teeth and lips that required no artificial gloss put definitely required my lips!! Admittedly, I was besotted with seeing her make fleeting appearances.
She was single, at least I think she was because I can’t remember seeing her with anybody. Mum guessed Amira was Indian, simply because of her olive skin and the tantalising tint in her voice that brought to mind foreign shores. Looking back, I can sort of understand why mum came to her racial but Innocent conclusion. All I could see was perfection.
Anyway, over the weeks and months, my mum somehow became very friendly with her (Yippppeeeee) Occasionally, mum would pop over the street for a cup of tea and a chat, which was very out of character for mum, and Amira would reciprocate mum’s visits.
I guess Amira had more money than my parents, or maybe she was just kind, because for the one and only Christmas she lived on the street, she brought a big wicker basket to our house, packed to the rafters with all sorts of festive goodies, festooned with coloured tinsel.
Anyway, mum discovered, much to my fascination, that Amira ‘Read palms’. I really had no idea what that was at the time, but mum explained it to me. You can probably imagine my fixation with Amira quadrupled. Beautiful and mysterious.
I remember arriving back home from school one day (Unusual for me because I didn’t like school so was mostly truant) Throwing my school bag on the chair I heard my mum talking to my sister in the kitchen, who is 4 years older than me and had just left school. Mum was talking about Amira, and how she had read her palm. I was listening intently, not really understanding mum and daughter dialogue but interested because Amira was mentioned quite a few times. A few days or weeks went by without much sight of my fascination. Then one afternoon, she came walking through the front door with mum. I was asked to make them a cup of tea, which I did with dribbling enthusiasm, wanting to make Amira the best cuppa she had ever tasted. I sat watching something on tv, half listening to their chitter chatter unfold when mum slipped into their conversation that Catherine (My sister) wanted to know if Amira would read her palm for her. What followed astounded and excited me. Amira answered in a matter of fact way that of course she would, but she would like to read my palm because I interested her. I looked at Amira with what must have been a bright crimson complexion, but she calmly looked at me and moved her hand onto the vacant chair next to her. When I sat down, Amira looked at my mum and said, very openly that I was special! (To be honest, judging by my life that has unfolded over the years, I have to say I am very special, lots of people have told me the same thing, but they put it in layman’s terms, such as “Twat” “Nobhead” “Pillock”) Anyway, my secret love and I sat across from each other and I believe, despite my best effort to hold it in, I allowed a little fart to escape. I wanted to disappear down the little hole that my fart had created in the chair! Amira let out a little giggle whilst mum told me off. Remarkably, despite my embarrassment, Amira kept hold of my hand, palm facing up.
Amira told me, and I remember this almost verbatim, that in a past life, I had been a holy man, a quiet Cherokee, respected and trusted. Of course, as an impressionable boy, I believed every word that escaped those beautiful lips. I hung onto her every word, listening but not listening (If you know what I mean) mesmerized by her soft tones. When she let go of my hand I didn’t want her to. Amira eventually left the street without any sort of warning. One day she was there, the next, she had simply left. It took me ages to get used to not seeing her. I remember looking through the windows of her house, expecting her to come back. But she never did.
Funny thing is, ever since then, I have been fascinated by the native American way of life. It seems so simple and stress free. I’m sure it’s not but that’s the way I see it. I even bought a Grand Cherokee a few years ago but it kept on breaking down so I sold her.
The one thing I’d love to see in my lifetime is a Native American becoming the president of a land that is rightfully theirs. Let’s face it, if Trumpy Bum did it, then it’s not beyond the realms of possibility. Is it ? Sod it, I may just go over there and run for it, I am, after all, a Cherokee in spirit!
Yes, judging by your posts, you may very well be Cherokee in spirit. For the Cherokee, intent is what counts. Cherokees live in harmony with all life forms. I live in what was once a Cherokee village. If you and your family ever come to the states, you’re most welcome to stay here. I’ll introduce you to my indigenous friends and a special mentor. Jo
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Wow. That’s fascinating Jo. It must feel like a beautiful place to live. If I ever come it would be amazing and an honour to stay with you and meet your mentor 😊♥️
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Maybe your fart frightened her away. 😤🤔
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They’re good, but not that good 🤣
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There have been occasions where I would beg to differ. 🤮
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Don’t know what you’re talking about Chris 😜
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Believe me there have been times that I would rather forget but your assault on my nostrils has left the trauma etched in my memory.
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I can’t remember any incidents
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Obviously too many to recall.
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Lovely read. Characters, including you, enchanting.
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Thank you buddy 👍 it’s over 50 years ago, so a long long time.
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Haha, thanks for the laugh, but farting aside, a wonderful story nonetheless.
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🤣 thanks. Glad it made you laugh
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🙂
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Are those your grandchildren in the picture with you?
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Which picture. 🤣
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Your profile picture.
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Ohhhhh 🤣 of course. Yes they are 😊
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Aww 🙂
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Little cuties
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Yes, they are.
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Unfortunately, Harry, the one I’m holding has learnt how to swear in the school playground. He sounds very funny but we’re trying to ignore him, hoping he gets bored of it.
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Hahaha
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I had taken them to a farm.
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How fun!
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The two little boys ?
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Yes! 🙂
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An interesting story. I hope you will make it to the US and the Cherokee village!
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Thank you Stella, I hope one day I will 😊👍
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Beautiful story of innocent love dear John. Memories like this are precious where we have love in our heart for someone, but we do not say it to other person. Even though life separates us, we hold beautiful memories about them. Beautiful unconditional love 😊
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Thank you Krishna 😊
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I absolutely LOVE this post! I can almost SEE Amira! The beauty and mystery that surrounds her is indeed a delight!
Oddly enough, I have a fascination and love for the Cherokee Indians as well! I have NO idea why! I think I saw them on TV as a young girl, and just ‘fell in love’.
Thank you for sharing this with us!
Oh, and, if I lived in the US, I’d vote for you 😉
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Really? The Cherokee are a fascinating people. Very intelligent and spiritual. At least I’d get 1 vote 🤣
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They definitely are!
And not to worry…. we’d find you more votes 😉
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I’d need millions 🤣🤣🤣
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Anything is possible if we just believe 😉
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So you’re my campaign manager 👍👍👍🤣
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I’d be happy to do it. Now we both need to just get there 😛
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Leave it with me 🤪
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Cherokee and Viking – What a mix
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🤣🤣🤣🤣👍
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Be who you choose to be, not who others choose to see. We think you are a very happy guy. Congratulations 🎉
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Thank you dear. But I’m not really happy.
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Sounds like a sweet piece of memory. 👍🏻
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I can still remember it vividly, I just can’t remember her name! Thanks Stan 👍👍
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You told that so well John. I like that she conjured up a mix of sheer teenage desire and a glimpse of something far more profound. I reckon you could easily have been a Cherokee. You somehow bring some old wisdoms into play when you tell your stories. I loved this,
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Thanks Kev. Appreciated mate. Even though its been over 40 years I can still see her vividly.
By the way, your lads are steaming away in the league. Mine on the other hand! I’m hoping (And I hate to say this) that we lose on Sunday because we’ll probably sack Mourinho.
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I thought Jose was doing well earlier this year. The team looked forlorn of ideas last night without Kane though. Yea, best ever season to be a Hammer in living memory. Better late than never!
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Reblogged this on Vijayagiri views.
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Thanks once again 👍😊
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Such a lovely story. Amira sounds like such a remarkable woman. It’s not everyday that truly amazing and unforgettable people come into our lives. But when they do, they leave such an imprint on our hearts. ❤
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Yea, she was very hard to forget. I guess I never have. Many years ago though. ♥️
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Such a wonderful story. I know you still miss her.
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It was over 40 years ago Cherie. It’s just a memory now.
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😊😊😊
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An engaging story skillfully told. Made me chuckle! Everyone should have such an interesting teenage crush! ❤ Have a wonderful weekend, John!
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Thanks cheryl, it’s a nice memory for my older years. Have a lovely weekend dear 😊♥️
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Great story. I believe she knew what she was talking about.
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Thank you very much for your compliment 😊👍 and you do?
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“I have to say I am very special, lots of people have told me the same thing, but they put it in layman’s terms, such as “Twat” “Nobhead” “Pillock”)”
LOLOLOLOL ! ! !
Thank you for almost making me spit out my coffee…. AGAIN 🙂 🙂
What a great story. I wish I had your sharp memory of people and events from my childhood.
Also….completely on target, fantastic, what-dreams-are-made of suggestion that a Native American becomes president one day. It could happen. It really could happen. Just not sure any of us will be alive for it……….
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Glad you nearly spat your coffee out. It’s a bit weird, my short term memory is crap, but I remember lots from the past! Wouldn’t it be fantastic and kind of poetic justice. The indigenous race, the people who were downtrodden and are still looked on with disdain finally have a person who holds the highest seat in the country!
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It would be great. On SO many levels. But you know what? Native Americans generally don’t want anything to do with the U.S. or its goings on. They stay very detached. And one can understand why!
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Didn’t know that and you’re right, who can blame them !
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the Cherokee are a beautiful people with a tragic history in our country, a sad indictment of the way they as well as all the native peoples were treated.
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Yea, it’s a blight on American history with how the native Americans were treated.
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As being one with Cherokee in her blood, I have to say that I love this post. What a very high compliment (Amira) paid you!
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Thank you dear 😊 It’s been a while since I wrote this. I’d almost forgotten!!
But I still see her face.
I hope you’re safe and well?
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Tickled me this did John.
– Esme Cloud waving from up there (here)
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It was such a long time ago that I wrote this, at least I think it was! 😁 Thanks Esme 😊 always willing to tickle 🤣
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This story just flowed – I know it’s old, but I’m happy I found it
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Thank you 😊 it was quite a while since I wrote this.
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