On a Texas walk with Texie a red hand waves hello atop a Colorado brewery bottle-cap. Being left handed myself it piques my interest why this little piece of tin carrying the name Left Handed Brewery is named after what early European generations deemed us South-Paws as diabolical, sinister people born of the devil himself.
A quick Google search educates me this brewery on a river near a scenic valley in the colorful state John Denver sang so passionately about in his song Rocky Mountain High is named after Chief Nowit which means left hand in the Arapoho Native American language.
The entrepreneurs of this micro-brewery chose to honor the peace-seeking Chief that was slaughtered along with 180 Native Americans by the white man in 1862 while standing peacefully with his arms folded trying to communicate a message of peace with quote, “The Settlers”, unquote the settlers.
I imagine the brave Chief was left handed for that was his name.
Red blood runs through my Native-American roots. I traced one of my ancestors back to the 1600’s. This many times over Great Grandfather of mine bore the name Kozy-Night. I guess his name explains it all.
What would you want your name to be if you were born of Native American culture? My uncles tease me and call me “Smiley Eyes” although my cheerful eyes see myself being named Love-Soul.
Why Love-Soul? Because my soul is filled with love, faith, and hope with the greatest of these being love. Yes…..love. Have I told you lately I love you?
My hat is off to Left Hand Brewing Company. Honoring such a peaceful red blooded man is a classy, caring, and commendable act to Chief Left Hand’s bold character.
Left Hand, you are my hero.
My Native American name is two dogs humping
Tim i bet old lefty was an easy target with his arms folded. To bad the white devil took advantage of him and shot him anyway.