Yesterday O Grandson and I went to Cortez, Colorado to have a little meeting with my Aunt. IT was suppose to be a simple hit and run move and be home in time for dinner. But like always with us, it turned into a big event. As it happens to be my Uncle (whom I've seen maybe three times since I moved back to NM) is having a 49th Anniversary.
Since he is the only brother left out of my maternal Grandparents, my Auntie is hosting a big Party. They will be having all kinds of dances: Pow Wow, Round Dance, Gourd Dance, and plenty of music.. mostly Gospel and Country. Some band from out there is coming to play that night.
Well, my Auntie had someone make the flyers for her, but wasn't too thrilled about it. I told her if she comes over I can git'er done... I ended up hauling both of them to my house, their little missy (not so little anymore) took the car to attend her nursie meeting.. since her boyfriend took her car. NO Problem, I brought them to my house and started printing out pictures for them, then after dinner we went to work and got her flyers just the way she wanted. She was cool about it and we took them home all cheery and happy. What can I say?
My Auntie and Uncle, they are like the world to me. They took care of me when I was a itty bitty baby, and always called me their daughter. During the rough patches I brought on myself, they were there to help as much as they could. Good people, they have a wonderful hearts. I love them both. Yep, they're good people.
This thing my dad told me about how our ancestors use to braid 'don't remember what plant' long enough to use it as a ladder like to climb up the mesas. He said the old ones, they use to be so fast and strong that it didn't take them long to get to the top. They were good runners and climbers, that's why they were great at hunting. Not like today, barely moving and stuck to the television. A lot of lazy business going on now..
Now every time I look at it, I always envision a wild indian climbing those mesas like they were in the playground.. Wish I born in those days.. I'd like to see that.
Right by that is an old, maybe in the 1800's, jail or some kind of holding area. The door is about a 1.5 feet thick.. the bars are seriously thick. They have a few pits, it's about 15 feet down. I guess when you were too horrible they tossed you in the pit. How I found out about this was.. again from my dad, he took me there and told me they had just recovered a couple of naked bodies from the pit, obviously the girls fought hard for their lives... This was my "See what happens when you run around with people you don't know?? speech.
This here is a funny story of a dumbass, we'll call him Eddy. Fo sho he ain't got no money..
Eddy was an abusive wife-beatin drunk. Him, his wife, and their little boy were on their way to Cortez one evening... but he had to go and get drunk... he got mean and nasty and passed out. Well, the wife had had enough and just parked the car on the side of the road and took their son and left him there. O'Eddy's wife was big Navajo gal, and always dressed in da navajo way.
When O'Eddy came to it was almost getting dark.. the sun had set very low.. and being dumb and stuff.. he thought this rock was his wife and son. He ran off crying saying he would never drink or be mean again... just please don't leave him. Ha ha ha.. This is why we shant be dumb.
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