Joseph Greenfeather used to wear a Scottish blackwatch kilt outfit with a looong green feather trailing off his tam, with his beard hiding a Congressional Medal of Honor, and he'd wrestle an octopus (play his bagpipes) after the Silence on the 4th. Worked a lot at CALM before his emphysema got the best of him. I miss him. closing arguments in the Joseph Greenfeather and Bill Baxter (PA '97 cases) on Thomas' site, which had the same judge and US attorneys as the Beck, Kalb and Sedlacko cases, which may shed some light on the issue: http://www.prop1.org/rainbow/cases/pa/palv.htm

I remember the last time I saw Joseff...this year at the Arizona Gathering...I took a little break from C.A.L.M. and went for a food run for the crew to the Love'n Ovens....I went up to his little nook behind the kitchen...It was a nice little spot, like a room where you could watch all the movies going on around Love'n Ovens. We talked with a few others, he told me about his past winter and how he almost gave up, he almost died. He told me I wouldn't see him again, he wouldn't be at the 99 gathering. He smiled, coughed a bit and told me what he always did, that I was a beautiful little sister, and hope for the next generation of the family.....Then he shewed me back to C.A.L.M....after a hug and a lot of good cheer...That was his last night at the gathering, and the lst time I saw him. It's sad that we lost him, but he is still here with many of us, those uf us that worked with him, the things he taught us. We should remember all that he is...cause in the words of Joseff Greenfeather “Listen up hippies, we need to know this shit”

Love, Light and rememberance of a Great Man,

Momma Willow

Never again will we hear joseff's peptalks at main dinner circle regarding our health and safety at the gatherings....this is how i remember joseff with his ling blond braids and his scottish kilt wandering around many a gathering doing work for calm....this is very hard on us since we just lost a strong brother who has been with the family for a long time...... joseff, we love you and miss yoi

Aron Kay

I will miss Joseff dearly, though I only knew him shortly and what seems now to have been very long ago. I remember Joseff from his wonderful little health/safety/pep talks and from walking around playing pipes early in the morning at several gathering. That was the most beautiful sound to wake up to that I had ever heard. He will have a vigil candle burning on my altar, and he will be dearly missed.

Joseff, you are well loved by your Family, we will miss you and we will see you one of these days within the beauty of Tir-Na-Og. May your feet walk softly upon the Mother, and your heart show light to your path on the Good Red Road.

Savannah

I enjoyed working with Joseff over the years. I remember introducing him to many of my freinds, whom he always greeted with the same warmth and enthusiasim he would give to a long lost and beloved family member.

He was quite the character at times too. At the Oregon gathering, Joseff and I were walking together on a foggy morning deciding what to do, if the drizzle didn't lift, about main circle. I looked a Joseff and asked him how many years he had been helping at gatherings. I'll never forget his reply....“I have been working gatherings for 23 years and in 2 years I get to retire. Do you know what Rainbow retirement means?” After assuring him that I did not he continued. He said loudly and with all seriousness....“It means I GET TO BE A...BLISS...NINNY!!!”

I will miss you greatly Joseff. And I will carry your spirit to all the future gatherings......and YES, you do get to be a blissninny.LOVE,

Eric

Joseff will always walk, as he always walked, the rainbow path. His walk is the rainbow walk. His talk is the rainbow talk. And there's bagpipe music now in happy heaven for sure! though there are surely also now more tears to shed upon a sadder earth for the losing of this fine and great brother. Gentle. Kick ass. Braver than the sun. Braver than the night. The downright quintessence of hippy male humor, too. Smarter and badder than all get out. And genuinely charming, like the little mossy realms that grow above ground between the gnarled roots of old oaks somehow; his tenderness safe amidst his powers. My heart breaks for all the tribes of the family for having to grieve this darling brother, this hero, at such an early age when it is we need a hundred--nay a thousand more like him-- though saying this I realize it was extraordinary that we had the one. And such a one! No other was or will be like him, as he was authentic and that means one of a kind. Rock 'n fuckin' roll, Joseff! Give 'em hell in heaven, my love! Tell Great Spirit how it ought to be! And tell Great Spirit we have sent our best representative, though we didn't intend to and not nearly so soon and neither, I suppose, you won't be coming back, Joseff, and so tell Spirit I said to feel damned honored with such company as you as Rainbow emisary... See you on the other side, Joseff, and in every hippy camp fire I ever look into.
Miranda, Raven,
She Who Paints With Tears