Kahtsu-waruhti Apothecary

02/08/2025

At Poasttown Paracon with Strange Matter Labs, come buy a spiritual protection kit and take a haunted tour

21/07/2025

She was born when buffalo bones still bleached in the sun—and lived to see the moon landing.
Katie Roubideaux was born in 1890 on the Rosebud Reservation, just fourteen years after the Battle of the Little Bighorn. Her world still echoed with the voices of Sitting Bull, Spotted Tail, and a generation that had known freedom on horseback. She came into a land bruised but not broken—where grandmothers still made porcupine quillwork, and Lakota lullabies drifted across the plains like prayer.
But the century that followed was not kind.
Katie lived through the boarding school era, when Native children were taken from their families and stripped of their names, their languages, their braids. English was forced. Lakota was forbidden. And yet, somehow, she held onto it—every syllable tucked like medicine in her bones.
She saw the ceremonies outlawed… and then return. She saw her people silenced… and then rise. When Wounded Knee was occupied in 1973, Katie was 83 years old. Imagine her watching from afar, seeing warriors stand again, hearing the old heartbeat thrum through new voices.
By the time she died in 1991, she had lived through two world wars, the invention of the airplane, the Great Depression, the civil rights movement, and the first computers humming in classrooms. But through it all, she remained Lakota. Not as a memory—but as breath, language, and love passed on.
Katie Roubideaux wasn’t just a witness to history—she was history. A bridge between buffalo hides and star quilts. Between the fireside songs of her grandparents and the whispered bedtime stories told in Lakota today. Her story reminds us that elders are not just keepers of knowledge—they are the knowledge. And if we don’t sit down and listen, we lose something irreplaceable.
She may be gone. But in every Lakota child who speaks their first word, in every Sun Dance that continues, in every story retold—Katie walks beside us still.

~Old Photo Club

21/07/2025

If you love the tangy sweetness of dill pickles, you’ll adore this refreshing Dill Pickle Pasta Salad—a perfect side for any summer barbecue! 🥗🥒✨

Ingredients:
- 1/2 pound medium shells (about 3 cups)
- 3/4 cup sliced pickles
- 2/3 cup diced cheddar cheese
- 3 tablespoons minced white onion
- 2 tablespoons chopped fresh dill
- 1/2 cup dill pickle juice
- 2/3 cup mayonnaise
- 1/3 cup sour cream
- 1/8 teaspoon cayenne pepper
- 4 tablespoons dill pickle juice (for tossing)
- Salt and black pepper (to taste)

Directions:
1. Start by boiling the pasta until it’s al dente, following the package directions. Once done, drain the pasta and rinse it under cold water to halt the cooking process.
2. Toss the cooled pasta with about 1/2 cup of dill pickle juice and let it sit for about 5 minutes. After that, drain and discard the pickle juice.
3. In a small bowl, combine all the dressing ingredients: mayonnaise, sour cream, remaining pickle juice, cayenne pepper, and a pinch of salt and black pepper. Mix everything well until smooth.
4. Now, in a large bowl, toss together the cooled pasta, sliced pickles, diced cheddar cheese, minced onion, and fresh dill. Pour in the dressing and mix until everything is coated nicely.
5. For the best flavor, cover the salad and refrigerate it for at least an hour before serving.

Enjoy your deliciously tangy Dill Pickle Pasta Salad!

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16/07/2025

No, this isn't a painting or Photoshop. What you're seeing is a real and extremely rare atmospheric phenomenon known as Sprites, or Red Sprites and they can be up to 100 miles long. These naturally occurring events are as stunning as they are scarce, visible only under specific atmospheric conditions. It's like catching a glimpse of nature's own secret light display.

15/07/2025

With the help of black pepper essential oil, you will be able to treat so many different health problems, from arthritis and gout pain to excessive stress..