Continuing on with an introduction of characters from the soon-to-be-released book Lacy (Pendleton Petticoats, Book 5), I thought I’d share photos of their friends. Some of you may have seen most of these before, that there are a few new ones, too!
Let’s start with the past Pendleton Petticoats characters you see again in this story…
In the story, Lacy has a favorite uncle, Charlie. This is a photo of Parson Motanic. He lived on the Umatilla Reservation and was one of the more successful ranchers of his time. He just looked like a great Uncle Charlie to me.
Parson was often seen driving around Pendleton in his car with several of his children. He was very progressive in his thinking and well respected.
Uncle Charlie has a passel of girls including Daisy… (I’m not sure on the name of this girl, but I think it is Rosa Paul.)
and Rose. They are close to their cousin Lacy. (This is Anna Kash Kash. She often posed for Moorhouse.)
This is how I envision Lacy’s sister, Ruth. This woman’s name was Jennie Peo. She was the daughter of a chief and attended the Chemawa Indian training school in Salem, Oregon. One account stated upon her return from school, she was “as graceful and stylish a young lady as you would hope to meet anywhere.”
Last but not least is Phillip Redhawk, the man Lacy’s father insist she marry.
In the photo, the man is labeled as Young Chief, but notes suggest his name was Jim Kanine, one of the last traditional chiefs of the Walla Walla tribe. I know it’s hard to see from the photo, but he’s shirtless, wearing a best and breastplate. Some of the information I read said the eagle feathers they used in their headdresses were valued between $3-$5 each. It seemed quite impressive the way it nearly touches the ground… along with the cover on his gun.
And here’s a little teaser from when Lacy’s friends first see Phillip…
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“Lacy?” Millie’s voice sounded uncertain and a little afraid as she said her name. “Lacy, I think you’ve got a visitor.”
Bertie and Susan spun around in their chairs at the same time as Lacy.
The two other girls dropped their jaws and stared at the sight of Phillip Redhawk on his horse outside the office.
From his long black braids to the tips of his beaded moccasins, he exuded warrior strength. Despite the early spring weather, he wore an open buckskin vest with no shirt. A choker made of quills encircled his neck while a breastplate of hair pipe beads hung over his bare chest. His dark pants featured elaborate beading along both legs. He wore an eagle feather in his hair and the sun at his back made him look like a bronzed statue as he sat unmoving on his Appaloosa horse.
“Oh, my stars!” Bertie whispered, squeezing Lacy’s arm.
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All vintage photographs are from the Lee Moorhouse collection (Oregondigital.com)
