



In early October, I went to the White Corn Harvest by the Oneida's, a several day hand-harvesting of the heirloom corn that has sustained their people. Its an important tradition, and the first day includes lots of work, and then a feast of White Corn Soup. The corn is hand-picked, hand-husked, hand-sorted, hand-braided, and then hung up to dry in a barn. It is an awesome experience for us "modern" folks.... For me, it gave me new respect for what ALL of our ancestors did to survive the winter -- before mechanization made farming far less labor intensive. It also helped me gain more understanding of one Wisconsin woodland tribe.
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