Monday, June 09, 2014

Ramona CA Turtle Rock

        I was looking at an old blog post of mine from last fall: {}.
        I was re-reading this part: When the people scattered from Ekvo Temeko, Temecula, they were very powerful. When they got to a place they would sing a song to make water come there, and would call that place theirs; or they would scoop out a hollow in a rock with their hands to have that for their mark as a claim upon the land. The different parties of people had their own marks. For instance, Albafias's ancestors had theirs, and Lueario's people had theirs, and their own songs of Munival to tell how they traveled from Temecula, of the spots where they stopped and about the different places they claimed.
      Wasimul, one of the Temecula people, who is now a small flat rock at Rincon in the field below the store, was one of Pio Amago's ancestors, and he has a song about it. It mentions Temecula and mentions Wasimul. Lucario cannot sing this song because it does not belong to his family.
      Piyevla, the man who scooped out a rock on the hill near Albafias 's house at La Jolla, was one of Lucario's ancestors; and the turtle rock in the same locality was brought from Temecula by one of Lucario's ancestors and left there…”

And that last part of the sentence made me kinda jump off into a Turtle Rock Google image search in which I found yet another Turtle Rock I hadn’t seen yet in Ramona CA, pictured above and below:
The better photo was found here:

"Turtle Rock Ridge Winery – Well Hello There Gorgeous"
     “A windy (perhaps the author means winding?) Ramona road led us to an extraordinary family run winery tucked away on a hillside. A huge boulder in the shape of a turtle, the winery’s namesake, stands guard over the grounds; perhaps providing good luck for the winemakers for the years to come. I, for one, truly hope this is the case; in 2007 the Witch Creek fire swept through Ramona, burning up homes, farms, trees and even dreams…”
Posted by Shannon McCollough on Feb 25, 2013 in Winery Spotlights:
    There’s a lot more, I suspect, to be found about this Stone or Rock – or maybe not.
That text from Kroeber also says: In those days they used to sing songs to kill each other by witchcraft, and Lucario knows these songs. He has one of them which mentions the turtle rock, and tells how it was left there.2" The large flat rock is divided by cracks which resemble the marks on the turtle's back.
Lucario is the last of his line, party, or clan, and everything sacred will be lost when he is gone, as the succession in these things ends with him. He is dispossessed from his ancient home place, which was allotted to another.” (Kroeber, 158-9)
     Little fragments from all across Turtle Island hint that just about everywhere, on all those Cultural Landscapes considered Sacred Homelands to many different groups Indigenous People, every place had a song or story, all features of the landscape, seen and un-seen, had names of  that the children were taught as they learned the oral histories of pre-contact times.
    Some are remembered and some are forgotten.
    Where I live there is so much more of the latter, and very little of the former.
    I think I see Stones that might have un-remembered stories to them around me – and I’ve driven through Landscapes in Southern California that look much like this photo below, and felt a “tingle” inside me that says “Here’s another Special Place.”
    “Ramona Grasslands: Hundreds of years ago, grassland covered more than a quarter of the planet. Today only a fraction remains and less than 8 percent of those areas are protected…” it says in the article I stole that photo from...

       What it doesn’t say is “Indigenous People maintained and expanded those grasslands with fire.”
        It also doesn’t say that there were many other resource zones, if not created by Indigenous People, then they were places tended by Indigenous People for thousands of years, with songs and ceremonies, also sometimes remembered and sometimes forgotten, some as recently as the 1940’s (in Northern California) or some places where it never stopped and continues still, according to Dennis Martinez:
      Perhaps someone might have “sang to make water come here," perhaps sculpted some stones into perhaps a desert tortoise, perhaps into some underwater or underworld Serpent whose name, songs and stories as well, might or might not be remembered…

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