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Well, AJ, of course you are right. Was it Shakespeare who said "What's done is done and can't be un-done"? Or something similar. I think Rodney King nailed it when he asked "Why can't we just get along?"
Yours is a wonderful story, too. I agree about making amends but I don't think there is truly such a thing. What is,is--you cannot change history & society changes day by day. What could have been done is now not ABLE to be done, partly because the style of 'life/living' itself has changed. Everyone just must move on & try to love, respect, be kind to, and honor each other to the best of our ability. You cannot adequately 'Pay It Back(ward)' so to speak, but what we ALL can & should do is 'Pay It Forward'. There are Caucasions who suffer in extreme poverty just as so many Indians do. What wrong was done to their historic past? It is not a scourge only to the Indian. These things can only be fixed over time, with baby steps. I wish the militant Black Americans would realize this, too. All the civil unrest just makes it take longer for any good to ever come about.
Now, having stepped down from my soapbox ;-) ---I have NEVER been able to find a recipe for Fry Bread like the Indians make. Maybe it was more the atmosphere than just the food?? And by the way--you are right: it is Fry Bread, not 'fried bread' as most think. And, I guess, therein lies the difference. YUMMM,YUMMM!! :-D..............
Oh, and FRY BREAD!!! I have been known to overdose on it!
AJ, what a wonderful story! My sister and I have always been captivated by things "Indian", though I don't believe we can claim any blood kinship with Native Americans. When I was just a little kid, I wished long and hard that I could have beautiful black hair like an Indian (I'm blonde). One of my favorite books as a child was "Two Little Savages" Later it was Native American art that became a passion. I inherited several Navajo rugs, and bought pottery and other art; most of it I have now sold, as I have no heirs. It has long been my hope that the U.S. will make amends to Native Americans for the many atrocities visited upon them.
Plumpy, when my oldest was in high school she became VERY interested in Native American culture (My Gmom was full-blooded Central American Indian, My Mom part Cherokee) and joined the local chapter of an organization, made replica bead jewelry, etc., and even worked part-time for a year at the club's culture center & store. It became a sort of 'family' thing with us & we went to many 'Pow-Wows' around the state, camping at each. There would be representives of tribes from all over the US, displaying their handicrafts, teepees, costumes(fabulous!), and their dances which were for so many occassions(people would jump right in and join them. Everything was so free & informal). The things I remember most were the Seminole women in their brightly colored dresses, standing over a HUGE pot over coals, & cooking native 'fry bread'--$.50 for a huge piece of delicious bread hot out of the grease! Oh sooooo yummie!! I learned not to prepare meals except for once or twice, giving everybody notice what the menu would be! The kids often came home full, having been fed by somebody else, which we did, too. The children belonged to everyone. The other thing I remember most was the '49'ing avery night--ALL night!! Don't know where the name came from but it was 6 or 8 drummers around a really BIG drum, pounding in unison--they all knew the different rhythms--and all chanting the same 'song'. From time to time 1 or 2 would drop out & others would immediately take their places, nobody ever missing a beat or a vocal. The mysterious part(to me, anyway) was that they were from all different tribes!! But each one knew exactly how to drum & chant the particular 'song' of the moment! Now, this would go on ALL NIGHT LONG!!--So loud it could be heard all over camp! Ya learned to sleep, somehow, with it anyhow. I remember I would often 'hear' it in my mind for days after we got home. Such a wonderful time we would have. Kids were turned loose to run free without a single fear from parents--everybody looked out for ALL kids, as I noted, just as it had been in the villages in olden times. Children were a tribal asset & responsibility. It was often a bit hard to re-tame them when we got home! LOL
I know--I've written another 'book' about a memory but just couldn't seem to help it. Seeing this photo just brought back such a flood of wonderful memories of family times we all enjoyed so thoroughly. Thank you so very much, Varda. And how are the roadrunners? .................