Signals – Three Things Challenge # 5


Signals – Three Things Challenge # 5


Today’s prompt: chemistry, blanket, mailbox


Back in the days of yore, when the Native Americans lived in peace with all of nature, there were many separate tribes. They all had their own sections of land to tend, and there were few squabbles. There were the inevitable little skirmishes and disagreements, of course, but mostly they all got along well.

Before being modernized by the Pony Express delivering mail across the vast nation, there needed to be some form of communication. The indigenous peoples figured out how to talk to one another over long distances, by using smoke signals. They didn’t write letters to each other, they didn’t have mailboxes for home and tent delivery of messages, so the smoke signals served their needs very well.

A smudgy fire would be lit, producing a lot of smoke. The head of communications, usually an elder, would use a blanket to cover the smoke, or let it out into the air. These smoky puffs were a sort of Morse Code, and all tribes understood what they meant. The signals could be seen over long distances, and read by others.

The early peoples didn’t really understand much about chemistry, but that’s what they were using. The chemical reaction of  wood and fire served to produce smoke, which for the time was a great invention in the art of communicating.


Here’s a more detailed look at how smoke signals were used… https://www.warpaths2peacepipes.com/native-american-culture/smoke-signals.htm


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I didn’t know there’d be colors,

Here in outer space…

I’ve been exiled for so very long,

In this unforgiving place.

I see the flashing red…

A warning light, I fear…

My words are trapped inside my head,

There’s no one that can hear.

The words did put me in this mess…

The words will get me out…

They say that I lie quietly…

Even thought I scream and shout.

I’m not crazy crazy…

But, then how do I know?

I’m incommunicado…

I have no way to show.


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Take out a nice piece of stationery and a pen. Get comfortable. You are going to write a letter. Take your time transferring your thoughts onto the paper. Is it a love letter you are writing? Are you writing to a far away relative, letting them know how your family is doing? Whatever form your letter takes, you are continuing a long tradition of communication.

In this age of the fast paced, immediate way of sharing your ideas with others via the internet, on FaceBook, Twitter and emails, actual letter writing is now a rarity. However, there is something satisfying about writing, sending, and receiving personal, handwritten letters.

Don’t you secretely hope, when you check your mailbox, that there will be a letter or card from a friend or loved one? Why don’t we write more letters the ‘old fashioned’ way? Is it because the price of stamps have gone up? Is it because it takes several days for a letter to arrive?

Have you saved your love letters in a packet, tied with a ribbon? Have you treasured old letters you’ve found from a long gone relative? What will future generations have to remember our past thoughts, hopes, family news, and celebrations?

They will only have electronic missives, that are there on your computer, yet not there…just lost in the thousands of other emails and direct messages. Why don’t we all try writing actual letters again. Find some pretty or cute paper, add some stickers, maybe a card, use your imagination to make it personal.

Surprise someone with a letter in their mailbox. I can assure you, they will smile. Maybe the next time you open your own mailbox, you will be happily surprised.Image