Maurice stopped on a bluff and there, overlooking the beautiful Split Rock Creek, was the 160-acre "quarter-section" once homesteaded by my great-granduncle Theo, who moved on after only three months, ostensibly because most of his neighbors could only speak Norwegian. I felt a connection somehow; as if all the moments in my life had come full circle.
Afterwards, the Manifolds invited us to the "Song of Hiawatha" pageant, an event that ran only three weekends each summer. Based on Longfellow's poem, the beloved outdoor drama was celebrating its fiftieth year. Maurice and Leona drove us some thirty-five miles north to Pipestone, Minnesota where, for centuries, Indians of many tribes gathered to quarry the prized red stone from which they carved their ceremonial pipes.
We entered the pageant grounds and Hiawatha, future Indian prophet. As the story of his romance withjoined a crowd of hundreds seated in folding chairs on the shore of a small lake. As the sun set behind the trees, the lake reflected the images of a dozen white teepees on the opposite shore. Then the spotlights swung to the lakeshore, where the gentle Nokomis was seen cradling her infant grandson Minnehaha progressed, an evening chill set in, but we'd come well prepared: I had my sweater, Anne had her jacket, and the Manifolds had their blankets.
It was truly a once-in-a-lifetime event. Today, we had found "our land" – and two new friends forever.
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Split Rock Lutheran
Split Rock Creek
"Song of Hiawatha" pageant
Pipestone, Minnesota
Hiawatha
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