Does anybody by chance happen to have a pic of the Iris that is called the Trail of Tears. The one that goes along with this story?
"A young Cherokee Indian couple, the Hillhouse
family, left Georgia on their journey to the designated
Indian Territory with a bag of money from the US
government purchase of their land, a rifle, a blanket
in which to wrap their possessions, two babes in
arms, and a toddler at hand. One of the
possessions carried was a start of a white iris.
Along the way, the money was viewed as a burden to
carry, so was buried. In north Arkansas, seeking
food, a bear was shot and wounded. The wounded
bear made its way to a cavern where Mr. Hillhouse
finished it off. Mr. Hillhouse decided the cavern
would provide shelter for winter so the young couple
and their young family did not continue their journey
to the Indian Territory.
This story was passed down to family decendents by
the family member who was the toddler at hand.
I would love to see it if somebody has a pic to share.
Yep, it's an awesome story and as I love my Historics this one has lots of meaning for me.
Well, I was hoping someone would have had a pic of it, since their so manyIris fans here, but I guess I gonna have to wait til it blooms. It's just that it's so oooooooo long til spring and I going crazy with curiosity.
Watching this baby grow is worse than putting a quarter in the bubble gum machine and wondring if your gonna be able to get your hand under the door fast enough to catch it before it hits the ground.
What's that song... Anticipation... Lolol..
I appreciate the link to the pics!! :) It will be interesting to see if it matches up to the link when it blooms.
It won't match the pics of the registered cultivar 'Trail of Tears' which is a Louisiana (beardless) iris, *not* a bearded iris like the one in the story. Also, the LA iris was registered in 1973 - quite a long time after the Cherokee story. ;-)
Thanks for tracking down the link to the picture of the Louisiana iris "Trail of Tears". It does look like the short LA it is suppose to be. Pretty too. Reading up on some of the history written in ballads is such a sad story.
Ella, why does it have so much meaning for you? Anything that you may want to share?
Oh Goody goody! Louise who had a division of it, from Judy Ann, has posted a pic of it up. It's gorgeous!!!! If ya wanna see it's on the link up above Laurie posted.
Margie, maybe it just cuz I old, not sure, but I love the Historics. Whether it be Iris or Daylies or any other plant. The Historics while they may not be as fancy or as colorful as some opf today's cultivars they have a simplcitity and a beauty of their own.
I especially love those Historics that have a story behind them. I know I just one person, but I love trying to preserve what has gone past and may never come again if someone doesn't save a bit of it for future generations.
I also live not to far from a ceremonial ground and go there every year for the festives and the friendship. When I lived in Ohio I also lived in a town where part of the town had been built over cerimonal and burial grounds. A lot of strange things went on in that town, shoot strange things went on in our houses too. At first I thought I was going crazy til I found out the History.
That and I have several close friends who are Native American and I just plain love seeing and saving any piece of history I can.
If somebody wouldn't have presevered The Trail Of Tears or a few other cultivars I have that are historics I wouldn't gonna be having somethign beautiful in my yard to look at and I will also take a piece of it and the history behind it to share with the kids at school.
Maybe some of it too is when things sometime go wrong in life, I can look out and reflect on what our ancesters had to go through in the past and how hard life really was and it reminds me to thank my blessings for what I have and not to complain.
Does any one have a division that they would share, or tell me where I can purchase one. My great granfather was on the trail of tears. Later my grandmother was born in Oklahoma and she married a white man, my grandfather and they had my mother. They were married 70 years and died at the age of 97 and 98. My mother died last year at the age of 92.