Wood of my land the timbo
This is a beautiful love story of a father with his beautiful daughter, teachings and morals that were left behind my ancestors, to protect us and guide us on the right path.
The Guaraní settled in the jungle on the banks of the Paraná River, in a Majestic village lived the chief Saguaá with his beautiful daughter Tacuareé, the young Indians compared their beauty with the orchid flower.
Saguaá and Tacuareé had a great love among them, they loved each other like a father loves their daughter, more than love a devotion for their beautiful Tacuareé, perhaps the overprotective, this was because Saguaá was already father and great by then and I was a bit old.
The cacique had in mind to hand his daughter's hand to a brave hunter in the village, to form a family and enjoy his grandchildren.
The God of the Guarani Tupã Tenondete, had a whim, wanted to cross the path of the beautiful lady with another hunter and prepare the right time for their encounters.
The beautiful flower Tacuareé, walked through the thicket, picking flowers and wild fruits to share with his father the chief Saguaá, as defined by the Tupa his way crossed with the young handsome hunter, an Indian from a village far away in search of the Food sustenance for their parents, guided by the Tupã Tenondete arrived to these remote jungles, met the beautiful maiden and both fell in love at the same time, the Guaraní God sent a deafening thunder to celebrate the meeting of these beautiful young women.
Tacuareé introduced the handsome young man to his father Saguaá, who, when he heard the news, tried to oppose it, although he knew that he had to respect his daughter's decision, a news he never thought he would receive, he worried even more when he knew the young man's intentions, Carrying with them the beautiful Tacuareé, their dreams of seeing their grandchildren grow dissipated, the distances that separated both villages would prevent it.
The young couple set out on their way to the remote village, Saguaá knew she would not see her daughter for long, but she was comforted to see her daughter very happy.
The days passed, months went by, she missed the beautiful voice and her particular smiles of the beautiful girl, she only encouraged herself saying, Tacuareé must be happy with his beloved, but the days continued to happen if he knew of his daughter.
The calm abandonment to Saguaá felt alone and worried, one night in the middle of a dream did not see his daughter well, woke up distressed with a strong pain in the chest, knew that something was wrong, it was not normal that his daughter did not come To see him, for the love they had, were inseparable, these memories cause a cacique to leave his village and go in search of his daughter.
I prepare a duffel bag, charge food and set off on unknown course, I travel in the hope of finding the remote village.
She started on a long road, walked for days on end, the food was over, she began to feed herself with what nature provided, with much effort she reached the village, but it was destroyed, with signs of violence, like being attacked by Enemy villages.
Saguaá used his instinct and knowledge, went through the village looking for some indication of life, or something that indicates survivors of the savage attack, could see a fingerprints that indicated survivors of the village and in the direction that they were going.
The tracks took him up the mountain, where no one dared to walk, except evil outlaws wanting to hide his identity, the food had been exhausted but Mother Nature always put in her way for her well-being.
Saguaá for several days followed the tracks, reached a place where they disappeared, from here and there were no roads, had to walk on the grass, this made the search difficult, as he crouched down and tapped one ear to the ground, wanting Hear something that would indicate the way to reach the beautiful Tacuareé.
He continued to search for his beloved daughter, every now and then he stooped to see if he heard something, hit his ear to the ground, repeated this operation from time to time, the days continued on their way, advanced as the powerful father advanced in search of his daughter .
Source: http://www.identidad-cultural.com.ar/leernota.php?cn=1345
A long time passed and the cacique did not return to his village, formed a contingent of Indians and marched in their quest, after much walking, they found the dead cacique, he was crouched with his ear pressed to the ground.
Great was the amazement in the Guarani Indians, something magical had happened, the ears of the chief had taken root and was growing a plant, a new plant, not existing until now.
This plant grew quickly formed into a large tree, with many branches and a huge, very somber cup, with fruits that resembled ears, the God of the Guaraníes Tupã Tenondete awarded his love for his daughter, allowed to continue living in the land in shape Of a leafy tree.
Source: http://www.todouruguay.net/oreja-de-negro/
The guaraníes called this beautiful tree timbo or Camba Nambí, for the fruits in the form of ears. (Camba means morocho and Nambí ears)
Source: http://arbolesdelchaco.blogspot.com.ar/2012/09/timbo-colorado-oreja-de-negro.html
The thimble is a large tree, can reach 30 m in height, the glass is wide and round in shape like an umbrella. It blooms along with spring, has an ear-shaped fruit, you can find these species in Brazil, Uruguay, Bolivia, Argentina, the soil must be moist, prefer to be exposed to the sun, it is a soft, very resistant to water, Is used to make openings, carpentry, canoes, sculptures, the Indians used their fruit and bark as soap for their saponin content, they are also used in leather tanneries for their tannin content.
This is in the teachings of our ancestors, parents who must lose their lives to protect the love of a child, every time you see a timbo plant remember the love that joined Saguaá and Tacuareé the beautiful orchid flower.
Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enterolobium_contortisiliquum
Source: http://www.identidad-cultural.com.ar/leernota.php?cn=1345
I'll wait for you tomorrow to enjoy another account of my land Corrientes.
José Luis Fernández
Corrientes Argentina
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Thanks for sharing your teachings about the timbo tree. Do you ever see people using the fruit and bark for soap? Maybe you do that yourself! : ) I would enjoy a post that shows people using the timbo fruit!