Last spring when Pam gave
us some seeds for Cherokee Trail of Tears beans, our garden was already fully
planted. Dennis found room for them in unimproved soil along the garden fence,
which is 13 feet tall.
As it turns out, that site
was a lucky choice. These beans are climbers that grew all the way to the top
wire. Their blooms were a lovely pink color that I failed to capture in a photo.
The blooms turned into green pods, at which point they could have been
harvested as green beans. We had plenty of green beans, so left these to
mature.
Leaving the pods to mature
was another lucky choice because the maturing pods are beautiful.
Inside each pod are rather
large black beans.
I had mistakenly thought
the beans’ name was just a tribute to the Cherokee people who made the long and
devastating forced march from the Smoky Mountains to Oklahoma. A little
research taught me that seeds for this bean variety actually made the trek with
the Cherokee people and have been grown in Oklahoma through the generations. In
1977 Dr. John Wyche, a descendent of the marchers, donated some seeds to Seed Savers Exchange, which has been
cultivating and distributing them for all these years.
It gives me pleasure to
harvest and admire these beans. I hope we will grow some Cherokee Trail of
Tears beans every summer in remembrance and honor of the Native Americans who
have cherished them as a part of their heritage.
These beans also serve as a
reminder of the cruel means Caucasians used to take over this country The hateful screaming faces of those who protest the arrival of Latin American refugee
children at the U.S. southern border today perpetuate this evil heritage. White
people seem to have compassion only for those whose skin is also pale, but not
always for the pale faces who are poor and starving in a so-called Christian nation. What would Jesus have to
say about this selfishness?
Copyright
2014 by Shirley Domer