At the back door, the boys scanned the horizon, wondering how to come up with a suitable tree, and fast. It was at this point where one brother turned to the other and said, "What are we gonna do?
At first I was surprised to learn that Gloria Simo and I have so much in common. After learning her family's story, I am even more surprised to learn the reason for our commonalities.
As the first group of would-be rescuers reached us, they called out, “Seen the Moulton boys? Their parents think they have fallen into a mine shaft or been buried in an avalanche.”
I had finally reconciled with Santa's fall from Christmas grace, and I figured that nothing could be worse than the binder paper Christmas.
I could not stretch my limited imagination to see the twelve-inch foam cone with butterscotch disks attached as any sort of tree, especially a Christmas tree. First of all, trees are green, not school bus yellow. God bless the poor family friend who made it for us.
Before I moved to Page Arizona, I always thought the traditional Diné (Navajo) greeting was pronounced Yah-ta-hey. Someone just smack me.
I'm not talking about Mayflower Pilgrims and Native Americans; I'm talking about finding opportunities to be thankful even when there doesn't seem to be much to be thankful for.
Navajo culture and society are organized matrilineally. Similar to the western patrilineal system of family organization, emphasis is put on the clan of the mother, and mothers are the heads of households and central focus of each clan.
I have been told by one of her great-grandchildren that Mary Davis Skeen could not read or write, so she could not have written her own memoirs. Therefore, your knowledgeable input is the most valuable resource I have, especially if you are related to any of the players in Mary's story.
The Duck, The Whole Duck, and Nothing but the Duck Quack. But seriously, my New York cousins from my dad's generation are very Polish. I mean, many of them speak the language, and even if they don't, they know a few words here and there and even understand much of the Polish dialogue. Even my father, who… Continue reading Cousin Connection #3: John Woodgie