


When the Pilgrims crossed the Atlantic Ocean in 1620, they landed on the rocky shores of a territory that was inhabited by the
Wampanoag (Wam pa NO ag) Indians.
(The name "Wampanoag" means "eastern people," or "people of the dawn.)
The Wampanoags were part of the Algonkian-speaking peoples, a large group that was part of the Woodland Culture area. These Indians lived in villages along the coast of what is now Massachusetts and Rhode Island. They lived in round- roofed houses called wigwams. These were made of poles covered with flat sheets of elm or birch bark. Wigwams differ in construction from
tipis that were used by Indians of the Great Plains.
The Wampanoags moved several times during each year in order to get food. In the spring they would fish in the rivers for salmon and herring. In the planting season they moved to the forest to hunt deer and other animals. After the end of the hunting season people moved inland where there was greater protection from the weather. From December to April they lived on food that they stored during the earlier months.
The basic dress for men was the breech clout, a length of deerskin looped over a belt in back and in front. Women wore deerskin wrap-around skirts. Deerskin leggings and fur capes made from deer, beaver, otter, and bear skins gave protection during the colder seasons, and deerskin moccasins were worn on the feet. Both men and women usually braided their hair and a single feather was often worn in the back of the hair by men. They did not have the large feathered headdresses worn by people in the Plains Culture area.
There were two language groups of Indians in New England at this time. The Iroquois were neighbors to the Algonkian-speaking people. Leaders of the Algonquin and Iroquois people were called "sachems" (SAY chems). Each village had its own sachem and tribal council. Political power flowed upward from the people. Any individual, man or woman, could participate, but among the Algonquins more political power was held by men. Among the Iroquois, however, women held the deciding vote in the final selection of who would represent the group. Both men and women enforced the laws of the village and helped solve problems. The details of their democratic system were so impressive that about 150 years later Benjamin Franklin invited the Iroquois to Albany, New York, to explain their system to a delegation who then developed the
"Albany Plan of
Union." This document later served as a model for the Articles of Confederation and the
Constitution of the United
States. These Indians of the Eastern Woodlands called the turtle, the deer and the fish their brothers. They respected the forest and everything in it as equals. Whenever a hunter made a kill, he was careful to leave behind some bones or meat as a spiritual offering, to help other animals survive. Not to do so would be considered greedy. The Wampanoags also treated each other with respect. Any visitor to a Wampanoag home was provided with a share of whatever food the family had, even if the supply was low. This same courtesy was extended to the Pilgrims when they met.
They needed to learn new ways for a new world, and the man who came to help them was called "Tisquantum" (Tis SKWAN tum) or "Squanto" (SKWAN toe). Squanto was originally from the village of Patuxet (Pa TUK et) and a member of the Pokanokit Wampanoag nation. Patuxet once stood on the exact site where the Pilgrims built Plymouth.
Earlier Squanto had been sold into slavery in the Caribbean Islands. Squanto boarded an English ship from Bristol that happened to be in Malaga, Spain, and it took him to Newfoundland. Thomas Dermer--a captain that had been on John Smith's mapping expedition--recognized Squanto and wrote a letter to Sir Ferdinando Gorges in 1618 saying he had found "his Indian", and requested to know what he should do with him. Gorges requested Dermer to bring Tisquantum to England and they would discuss their exploration options. He was eventually returned to the land soon to be known as Plymouth Rock.
They obviously needed help and the two men were a welcome sight. Squanto, who probably knew more English than any other Indian in North America at that time, decided to stay with the Pilgrims for the next few months and teach them how to survive in this new place. He brought them deer meat and beaver skins. He taught them how to cultivate corn and other new vegetables and how to build Indian-style houses. He pointed out poisonous plants and showed how other plants could be used as medicine. He explained how to dig and cook clams, how to get sap from the maple trees, use fish for fertilizer, and dozens of other skills needed for their survival.
By the time fall arrived things were going much better for the Pilgrims, thanks to the help they had received. The corn they planted had grown well. There was enough food to last the winter. They were living comfortably in their Indian-style wigwams and had also managed to build one European-style building out of squared logs. This was their meeting house. The Pilgrims did hold Sunday services in the meetinghouse, but not specifically a church. This building was also the center of secular, governmental and judicial activities as well (i.e. court trials, town meetings, etc.) The Pilgrims never built a church, and opposed the Catholic idea that a church building was somehow a holy place. The Pilgrims did not observe religious holidays in England, and that is one of the reasons they fled to Holland in the first place--the English were trying to force holidays and ceremonies on the Pilgrims who opposed them. Source: The Works of John Robinson [the Pilgrim's pastor]. The Pilgrims did not even celebrate Christmas or Easter.
They were now in better health, and they knew more about surviving in this new land. The Pilgrims decided to have a thanksgiving feast to celebrate their good fortune.
The Algonkian tribes held six thanksgiving festivals during the year. The beginning of the Algonkian year was marked by the Maple Dance which gave thanks to the Creator for the maple tree and its syrup. This ceremony occurred when the weather was warm enough for the sap to run in the maple trees, sometimes as early as February.
Second was the planting feast, where the seeds were blessed.
The strawberry festival was next, celebrating the first fruits of the season.
Summer brought the green corn festival to give thanks for the ripening corn.
In late fall, the harvest festival gave thanks for the food they had grown. When the Indians sat down to the "first Thanksgiving" with the Pilgrims, it was really the fifth thanksgiving of the year for them!
Mid-winter was the sixth and last of their thanksgiving festivals of the old year.
The Pilgrims were not prepared to feed a gathering of people that large for three days. Seeing this, Massasoit gave orders to his men within the first hour of his arrival to go home and get more food. Thus it happened that the Indians supplied the majority of the food: Five deer, many wild turkeys, fish, beans, squash, corn soup, corn bread, and berries.
Captain Standish sat at one end of a long table and the Clan Chief Massasoit sat at the other end. For the first time the Wampanoag people were sitting at a table to eat instead of on mats or furs spread on the ground. The Indian women sat together with the Indian men to eat. The Pilgrim women, however, stood quietly behind the table and waited until after their men had eaten, since that was their custom..
The Pilgrims started telling their Indian neighbors that their Indian religion and Indian customs were wrong. The Pilgrims displayed an intolerance toward the Indian religion similar to the intolerance displayed toward the less popular religions in Europe. The relationship deteriorated and within a few years the children of the people who ate together at the first Thanksgiving were killing one another in what came to be called
King Phillip's War. |
Read Here about the
Day of Mourning
|
|
Day of Mourning Plaque & Masssoit Statue on Cole’s Hill, Plymouth, MA |

|
Just as this page was finished I received an email from a friend that was so timely. I had to share it here |
|
Myths, mourning make Thanksgiving complicated for
American Indians |
|
As a native person, I approach Thanksgiving with mixed emotions. I find the sentiment of the holiday admirable, but am uncomfortable with the myth. In elementary school, my son learned the Thanksgiving myth about the Indians and Pilgrims sitting down together for a feast to celebrate Pilgrim salvation from starvation. In high school, there were a few short paragraphs in his U.S. history textbook that briefly summarized an accurate account of that meal, although it did not mention the massacres and tragedies inflicted on the Indian hosts by their Pilgrim guests just a few years later. About 30 years ago, the American Indian Movement declared Thanksgiving to be a National Indian Day of Mourning. I well remember that event. Looking back, I like to see myself as a fiery young radical, raising a defiant fist in the air and screaming at the injustices suffered from the time of that first Thanksgiving. I would hear the stories of the atrocities and weep with anger and pain. I expected every other Indian to share my sense of outrage and to scorn Thanksgiving as I did. As the young so often do, I forgot that years of experience and wisdom sometimes give elders a different perspective. That first Day of Mourning, I dressed carefully to attend an event. I braided my thigh-length hair and slipped a black mourning armband around my forearm. As I was preparing to walk out the door, the phone rang. It was my father, asking me to stop at the store and pick up something for the Thanksgiving meal before coming to the house. I proudly told him that I would be grieving in Seattle with my red brothers and sisters on this Day of Mourning. After a brief silence, he told me in a no-nonsense tone that my mother needed something from the store and he was counting on me. I rather ungraciously agreed to run the errand. When I arrived, he was standing outside waiting to speak with me privately. He asked why I wasn't coming to dinner and what was this Day of Mourning? As I expounded at great length, he just quietly stood there in the cold, nodding his head gravely and making listening noises. And when I finished, he looked in my eyes and spoke so quietly I had to strain to hear. "Stormy, last year I got a job in the Tideflats and we got out of the fields. Your mother and I bought a trailer, and we have a real home. This year, I had the money to buy a turkey and potatoes and greens for a salad. Your mother has a real oven to cook that turkey in, and she spent the last two days cleaning our home and baking pies and preparing a Thanksgiving meal. "I called the military bases and asked if there were any Indian boys that couldn't get home for the holiday and told them to send the boys over here for a good dinner, so we got four young warriors coming to dinner. "Stormy, I worked real hard for the money to buy this good food. Your mother worked real hard to prepare our home and cook that good food. Those young Indian men work real hard to protect us all, and I wish to share that good food with them. And for all this, I give thanks. "You'll hurt your mother if you don't eat her good cooking because she remembers when you were hungry and there wasn't much food. You'll hurt me because I want you there to share our blessings. You'll hurt those young men who are missing sisters and loved ones at home and have a chance to feel a little bit at home for a while. "Stormy, unbraid your hair, take off that armband and come sit with us and give thanks for this day. Besides, I really like turkey, and your mother is a good cook!" I cried a little for the times long past and not so long past. I cried for the look of pride in my father's eyes that he could feed his family and share his blessings with strangers. I unbraided my hair, took off my armband and entered a home filled with good smells, welcoming smiles and loving hugs. Today I celebrate the heart of Thanksgiving, not the myth. I still cringe at those holiday decorations of cute little Indians and cute little Pilgrims. I will give thanks that this year the site of the Sand Creek Massacre has been declared a historic monument and America is beginning to replace its myths with the truth. But on Thanksgiving, there will be strangers sitting at my table in a house filled with good turkey dinner smells. I've learned that this world needs peacemakers just as much as it needs warriors, and blessings are to be shared, not hoarded. |
| So there is a lesson there for all of us. Although we all may have things that we feel hurt us, we have to remember that there are still things to be thankful for. And while we must never stop fighting for what is right, stop and take time to give thanks for what we have received. |

A lot of people don't know this part of
Thanksgiving.
Please share it with your friends
|
To All of my Visitors, Please Take this little gift with you. Thank you for stopping by. |
|
|
|
|
|
Thank You Skywriter |
|
|
|
Thank You Lady Temperance |

Most of this information was found on the site below. |
The Fourth World Documentation Project runs
entirely on grants and private donations. If you find this
information service useful to you in any way, please consider making
a donation to help keep it running. CWIS is a non-profit [U.S.
501(c)(3)] organization. All donations are completely tax
deductible. Donations may be made to:
|
The Center For World Indigenous Studies
|
This file has been created under the loving care of= THE FOURTH WORLD DOCUMENTATION PROJECT =- A service provided by :: :: The Center For World Indigenous Studies THE FOURTH WORLD DOCUMENTATION PROJECT ARCHIVEShttp://www.halcyon.com/FWDP/fwdp.html THE CENTER FOR WORLD INDIGENOUS STUDIES http://www.halcyon.com/FWDP/cwisinfo.html |
