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  <title>There and back again</title>
  <subtitle>folklorelei</subtitle>
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    <name>folklorelei</name>
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  <updated>2017-06-26T19:58:57Z</updated>
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    <title>Down Portalville Way &amp;#8211; Pictographs</title>
    <published>2017-06-26T19:58:07Z</published>
    <updated>2017-06-26T19:58:57Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pj-thompson.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/picto_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-4366" src="http://www.pj-thompson.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/picto_sm.jpg" alt="" width="439" height="406" srcset="http://www.pj-thompson.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/picto_sm.jpg 439w, http://www.pj-thompson.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/picto_sm-300x277.jpg 300w" sizes="(max-width: 439px) 100vw, 439px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Let me Thread you a story…(1-24)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Rikiki Rocks, just outside town in the Rokoko Valley, is a special place.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The stones there have all kinds of fantastical shapes. There’s Old Man Mammoth, a massive piece of elephantine-shaped granite.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;And Donut Rock, a modern name for a big circular thing with a hole in the middle. Local tradition says if a woman wishes to conceive,&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;she should pass through the hole in that rock under the light of the full moon. That’s why it’s also known as Mother Rock.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;There’s many another fanciful shape with fanciful traditions, and I could spend days describing them all. Maybe I will someday.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;But one thing to know about Rikiki Rocks is that sometime in the way back when somebody carved pictographs on ‘em.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;These pictures show warriors, hunters, shamans, prey animals and such like. Some have red ochre added to the grooves.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Folks do say as how these rocks are sacred to the local Kintache Indians. Yaku Ravenwing, the Kintache story shaman, agrees.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Yaku’s legal name is Arturo, but nobody ever calls him that. Yaku means “blue tongue” in Kintache and he really can talk a blue streak.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;One time when he was storytelling at a Kintache powwow, some folks swore they saw blue flames sprouting from his mouth.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Like any good narrator, Yaku swears his stories are mostly true so when he says Rikiki Rocks are not to be messed with, people listen.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;No one in Portalville would ever desecrate them, but we do get the occasional drive-by tourist that can’t help themselves.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Yaku tells about two such good ol’ boys driving through from Talladega on their way to California.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;They took a rest break at Daisy Mae’s Snack-a-Round out on Route 40. She had a picture of Rikiki Rocks behind the bar.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;These boys asked about ‘em and Daisy Mae all innocently said how proud people were of ’em in these parts.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Well, you know, the devil is in some folks, and that ain’t no lie, no matter what else may be a story, no matter what else you believe.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;These boys got a notion to go out to those rocks and add their names to ‘em. Stopped by Pedergreen’s Hardware for spray paint &amp;amp; chisels.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Way Yaku tells it, when they got to the rocks weren’t another human around ‘cept the hunters, shamans &amp;amp; warriors on the pictographs.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Guess they didn’t notice the sasquatch taking a rest beside The Bigtoes, some Rikikis shaped like 5 giant toes sticking out of the sand.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Sasquatch don’t usually get involved in human affairs, but those rocks is sacred to them, too. Yaku says Sasquatch took care of things.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Sheriff Limonada found the boys’ car abandoned near the Rikikis but didn’t never find a trace of them boys.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;So I asked Yaku how he knew the sasquatch took care of them boys if nobody else was around?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;He just grinned his big ol’ grin. “Sasquatch told me, of course.” Weren’t but a trace of blue flame &amp;amp; smoke on his lips when he said it.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;This tale can also be found on Twitter @downportalville.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p style="text-align: right"&gt;&lt;small&gt;Mirrored from &lt;a href="http://www.pj-thompson.com/blog/?p=4364" title="Read Original Post"&gt;Better Than Dead&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=folklorelei&amp;ditemid=17591" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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