Technology has advanced to make our lives better but sometimes it feels like its made life worse. Today its hard to live without the internet but back then you didn't need it. People lived their simple lives in ignorance and didn't have to deal with the stress of constant awareness, connection and overstimulation. Technology has been weaponized to make us scared, angry and addicted. All for a quick buck.
Thanks for sharing such a genuine thing. The internet is filled with bullshit these days but this is gold. I'm a 90s kid too. Maybe I should upload some of the old videos I still have.
I miss Hastings. I collect books (I have around 8,000) and Hastings was one of my favorite stores. They had books you just couldn't find at Books A Million or Barnes and Noble.
Not much had changed in the 70s. I remember. No wayer, no electricity, no phones, just peace and quiet of the winds. We got creative in play. We played with sticks and rocks and actually ate mud pies because we had no food. Never had sweets. No cavities!
Good Afternoon my Native Brothers and Sisters, I’m only 15 o/o Native but I’m proud to share the blood line May our Great Creator bless all of you and protect your Family ❤️🙏
i remember going to the Navajo Xmas in the late 70s while attending Immanual Mission Boarding School,,,, christmas were the best,,, we had an awesome basketball team too, rarely beaten,,, coached by mr, dan spicenger,,,,go falcons!
don and nona peralts, missionaries from back east, i believe Mass. wonderful ppl they were, they stayed until early 80s... we were there in the late 70s, at the time don was in charge of maintenance facilities and nona worked in the kitchen as head cook. Chogi Don is what they kids called him,,, rip the peralts, Home Of the Falcons!
My husband is much older than I by 19 yrs. I always have been with him for 35 yrs now. He was born in the 1950s in a hogan, he is an elder now with many grandchildren and great grandchildren. He don't even have a birth certificate, we have been trying to get one but have been stumped at the vital records office. The only real record is his baptism record with the catholic church and bia cib family card. He needs his state birth certificate for his benefits. So I do my best to take of him with what i can. He shares many of the same stories of his youthfulness, I imagine it would be portrait as in this short film. Thank you for sharing. ❤
Good morning. I'm a Navajo tribal member and an attorney. My firm has helped members like your husband obtain a state issued birth certificate. If you'd like more information, I can provide you with my email address. I showed my own father this video and he became emotional, which is rare for him.
Hello...?:) Simply can't thank you enough. For a few years now, memories had returned , that I shared with my wife, of following the sheep off of Black Mesa , down down down and around to wind up at the coral by evening. And also in the partition land with Grey Eyes... Will always remember that old wind mill pump at the half way point of the day.... I don't know who enjoyed that freezing water more ,me or the sheep. But "those were the days" ..... Thank you again.
Made me cry. Our start is the same, siblings and cousins…all about unity and enjoying time with our family. Then our thinking changes, not sure if it’s our parents or outside world, but next thing you know, “this is mine, grandma, grandpa, mom, dad gave it to ME. Then comes, “this is our land! Your mom died so you guys need to go back where you came from” lol so odd when you have loved your cousins and relatives but in the end a parent dies and all the years of memories of being family is gone. These feelings were there when we’re kids. Idk if it’s happens to all Navajo families but when a parent dies the family of the deceased is treated like we aren’t apart of the family anymore, then when you ask relatives why your aunts and uncles, their kids & grandchildren are angry or upset bc you miss them but don’t look at your face. One time I was telling a Navajo lady this, and she says, “maybe they used witchcraft or something, now you kids are reminding them of what they did to your parent. Or the other evil is jealousy; it can be over something simple like; you have a better something than themselves, their kids or grandchildren. These happy kids was what we’re going up on the Rez. Summers with the grandparents who loved us equally.
Hello. That's similar to my family. My father left my mom in the early 90s, and my father's side just turned their backs on us. They said, "You're not one of us. You're just born for us. You do as we say when you are around us, if you want anything, go to your people. Don't ask us for help, we're not your people. Remember, you are born for us, we tell you what to do." I was starting high school and found my father and told him of what was said to me by his siblings. He responded, "Traditionally, you don't go around the clan you're born for." And that was it, I haven't had contact with my father's side ever since. But I think it's narcissism. Have a great day.
That was beautiful to see a lovely native woman with a giving heart and lovely smile making fry bread and sharing it without a second thought. This is HUMANITY at its best. We need more of this in the world.
I'm happy to have a Navajo mother-in-law. When some of her family came to visit I cooked the beans and made the bread. It wasn't until we sat down to eat when they realized she wasn't in the best of health to cook and I had made the meal. If you don't know, impressing a Navajo mother-in-law is difficult.
The Navajos diet consisted mostly of animal protein and fat (sheep, goat, horses, prairie dogs etc) and little to no sugars or carbs. They were extremely active back then too.
I don't ever remember eating mutton or goat, lots of homegrown vegetables, wild apricots, apples, peaches, wild onions. But mutton was very rare, like special occasions. We had cereal, but we milked the goats for the milk. Sheep camp, we took a can of corn beef and 1 soda for 3 of us for lunch, and we'd save the cans and take the sheep to the windmill. That's where we used the cans to drink water. We'd be away all day with the sheep. Miss those days.
