{"id":2776,"date":"2014-05-05T06:00:57","date_gmt":"2014-05-05T13:00:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/fromabirdseyeview.com\/?p=2776"},"modified":"2014-05-04T17:49:44","modified_gmt":"2014-05-05T00:49:44","slug":"the-tape-chapter-3-a-visit-with-chief-chuckwalla","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fromabirdseyeview.com\/?p=2776","title":{"rendered":"The Tape  Chapter 3 &#8211; A Visit with Chief Chuckwalla"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>(If you have not been following the story of &#8216;The Tape&#8217; or need a refresher, you can read Chapters 1-2 by going into our archives and looking under &#8216;January 2014&#8217;.)<\/em><\/p>\n<p>by Bob Sparrow<\/p>\n<p>While at our timeshare at the <strong>Marriott Desert Springs<\/strong> a few weeks back, I decided to take advantage of being near the home of the <strong>Cahuilla Indian tribe<\/strong> and follow up on the information given to me by Matt at <strong>Chapman University<\/strong> and pay a visit to the tribe. I had contacted <strong>Chief Chuckwalla<\/strong> and made arrangements to meet him in a coffee shop in Palm Springs. With <em>The Tape<\/em> in my hand and Don in my head, I walked into the coffee shop looking for the Chief. I stood at the entrance surveying the small, sparsely populated room when a voice came from my left saying, \u201cAre you looking for a guy in a headdress and war paint?\u201d<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_2777\" style=\"width: 210px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"https:\/\/fromabirdseyeview.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/chief2.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-2777\" class=\"wp-image-2777 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/fromabirdseyeview.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/chief2.jpeg\" alt=\"chief2\" width=\"200\" height=\"149\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-2777\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Chief Chuckwalla<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Embarrassed that I probably was, I turned to meet Chief Chuckwalla, who was wearing a plaid sports coat.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGood morning, I\u2019m Bob, we talked on the phone\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, I\u2019m Chuck\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh, so it\u2019s Chief Walla, your first name is Chuck?<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo, my first name is Mark.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSo it\u2019s Mark Chuckwalla?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo, I just use Chuckwalla because it\u2019s the last remaining<strong> <em>Inviatim<\/em><\/strong> word left in the English language, so I\u2019m holding on to it. You can call me Chief.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSo are you the current chief of the Cahuilla tribe?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I felt like I was part of the Abbott and Costello <strong><em>Who\u2019s On First<\/em> <\/strong>routine.<\/p>\n<p>Nonplused, I decided I would try to impress the chief with the fact that I\u2019d done my homework on his tribe, by using a Cahuilla greeting. I smiled and said, <strong>\u201cYee-Makh-weh\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>He stared at me just long enough to make it uncomfortable and said, \u201cI think you mean <strong>Mee-Yakh-weh<\/strong>, which is how the Inviatim Indian would greet a friend. You, on the other hand, just called me a grapefruit!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSorry.\u201d I guess I never was much good with homework.<\/p>\n<p>I continued, \u201cI notice you use the word <strong>Inviatim<\/strong> rather than <strong>Cahuilla<\/strong> when you talk about your tribe, why is that?<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCahuilla is the name that the Spanish gave to our tribe; it would be like calling the Italians \u2018Wops\u2019 or the Puerto Ricans \u2018Spicks\u2019.<\/p>\n<p><em>(Don echoed in my head: \u201cHow\u2019s this going for you so far, you&#8217;ve screwed up his name and now you&#8217;ve insulted his entire tribe?\u201d)<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I doggedly pressed on, \u201cI don\u2019t know how much Matt told you, but I have a tape that a dear friend sent me years ago in a language or various languages that I\u2019m trying to translate, Matt believed part of it was in the Cahuilla, er Ivia language.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><em>(Don: \u201cI was wondering when you were going to bring me into the conversation, are you going to tell him that I\u2019m dead?\u201d)<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Chief: \u201cMatt has done much to help the Inviatim cause. What is this tape?\u201d<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_2455\" style=\"width: 210px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><a href=\"https:\/\/fromabirdseyeview.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/The-Tape.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-2455\" class=\"wp-image-2455\" src=\"https:\/\/fromabirdseyeview.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/The-Tape-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"The Tape\" width=\"200\" height=\"150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/fromabirdseyeview.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/The-Tape-300x225.jpeg 300w, https:\/\/fromabirdseyeview.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/The-Tape.jpeg 640w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-2455\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">The Tape<\/p><\/div>\n<p>I held up it up and the chief stared at it<\/p>\n<p>Chief: \u201cWhy did your friend send it to you?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I told him I wasn\u2019t sure.<\/p>\n<p>Chief: \u201cWhat does your <em>friend <\/em>say it says?\u201d<\/p>\n<p><em>(Don: \u201cSee I told you you should have told him I was dead!\u201d)<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u201cI actually got the tape in \u201995 or \u201896, but when I asked him about it at the time and on several occasions after that, I couldn\u2019t get a straight answer from him, so I just forgot about it. When he passed away a couple of years ago my curiosity was raised again.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><em>(Don: A couple of years ago, gosh, it just seems like yesterday \u2013 where does the time go?\u201d)<\/em><\/p>\n<p>The Chief and I sat down in a corner booth where it was relatively quiet and I pulled out my cassette player and popped in <em><strong>The Tape<\/strong>.<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0 We both fell silent as I watched the Chief listen. His expression changed from dutiful to curious to interested, to visibly shaken when he stopped the tape and stared at me trying to decide what to do next.<\/p>\n<p>Finally he stood up from the table and said, \u201cYou need to see something.\u201d<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_2780\" style=\"width: 210px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"https:\/\/fromabirdseyeview.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/shack.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-2780\" class=\"wp-image-2780\" src=\"https:\/\/fromabirdseyeview.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/shack.jpeg\" alt=\"shack\" width=\"200\" height=\"150\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-2780\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Entrance to &#8216;Sec-he&#8217;<\/p><\/div>\n<p>I followed him outside and got into his dusty Jeep Wrangler and we headed for the nearby foothills. After a few miles we left the main road for a seldom-traveled dirt road which, after a few more miles, turned into no road at all, until we were deep in the <strong>Santa Rosa Mountains.<\/strong> After about twenty minutes, we came to a narrow opening which revealed a boarded up, washed out ranch-style dwelling tucked in the back of a canyon behind an outcropping of granite boulders. As we neared the structure, we passed under a weathered wooden archway entry gate with a name carved in it that was barely legible; as we passed under it I read it aloud: \u201c<strong><em>Sec-he\u201d<\/em>.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I asked Chief what it meant.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSec-he is the name the Inviatim gave to this whole desert area, it means <strong>\u2018boiling water\u2019<\/strong>; when the Spanish took over they changed the name to <strong>\u2018Agua Caliente\u2019<\/strong>, meaning \u2018hot water\u2019. Then the white man came and decided that neither of those names would help them sell memberships to private golf clubs or luxury homes for celebrities, so they changed the name to <strong>Palm Springs<\/strong>\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>Chief drove under the archway and parked the car in the shade of a <strong>Palo Verde tree<\/strong> in front of the gray wooden structure. He slowly pushes open the <a href=\"https:\/\/fromabirdseyeview.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/shack21.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright wp-image-2781\" src=\"https:\/\/fromabirdseyeview.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/05\/shack21.jpeg\" alt=\"shack2\" width=\"300\" height=\"97\" \/><\/a>front door that had neither locks nor hardware. The wooden floor creakes beneath our feet as I followed the chief to a small room off the main living area that had only a crude wooden desk and chair sitting on a dingy brown rug. Chief moves the desk and chair off the rug and slides the rug over several feet revealing a <strong>trap door<\/strong>. The hinges squeak as he slowly opened it. There is a narrow wooden staircase that leads into darkness. I notice for the first time, a kerosene lantern hanging on the wall next to the trap door, as the Chief pulls it down, lights it and heads down the stairs motioning me to follow.<\/p>\n<p><em>To be continued \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>(If you have not been following the story of &#8216;The Tape&#8217; or need a refresher, you can read Chapters 1-2 by going into our archives and looking under &#8216;January 2014&#8217;.) by Bob Sparrow While at our timeshare at the Marriott &hellip; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/fromabirdseyeview.com\/?p=2776\">read more<span class=\"meta-nav\"><\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[813],"tags":[1419,1417,1289,1286,1415,1288,1416,540,1418,1420],"class_list":["post-2776","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-travel","tag-abbott-costello","tag-agua-caliente","tag-cahuilla","tag-chapman-university","tag-chuckwalla","tag-inviatim","tag-marriott-desert-springs","tag-palm-springs","tag-santa-rosa-mountains","tag-whos-on-first"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p31aN0-IM","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/fromabirdseyeview.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2776","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/fromabirdseyeview.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/fromabirdseyeview.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fromabirdseyeview.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fromabirdseyeview.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2776"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/fromabirdseyeview.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2776\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2785,"href":"https:\/\/fromabirdseyeview.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2776\/revisions\/2785"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/fromabirdseyeview.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2776"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fromabirdseyeview.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2776"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fromabirdseyeview.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2776"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}