I must admit, I was slightly disappointed in the class trip to Cherokee. I suppose I had certain expectations. Maybe I expected to see some sort of resemblance to the materials I've been reading in this class. I had a mental image of peacefulness, and generally just something different than what I am accustomed to.
But I didn't find that in Cherokee. Certainly the museum was fascinating. There were so many things I had never seen or learned, and I was captivated. Cherokee, though, is not a museum. Cherokee, as I saw it, was basically like every other town I've experienced. There are several shops, restaurants, and various other income-based sites. The history was there; I suppose that sets it apart from other towns.
My expectations were based on books. though. What was I to expect? Nothing ever stays the same. I suppose I had let myself become so wrapped up in the culture of old, that seeing its absence in a place that I assumed would harbor it was disappointing. The land was either taken over by business (the casino being the biggest business around) or poorly taken care of (the mound), and I saw very few Indians. Of course, there was the Indian standing on the side of the robe in "traditional" Indian attire holding a sign offering pictures with a "real Indian."
Id like to say I've been able to interpret my thoughts on Cherokee and the experience I had there, but I am not sure I can. The whole experience seems quite overwhelming really. Pinpointing my thoughts or feelings about the town is not something I have been able to do.
But I will not forget Cherokee. I have actually made plans to return soon. I want to see more, experience more, and perhaps wrap my mind around the way that place affects me.
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