Title: Maasaw niqw Orayvit Naatsawinaya (How Maasaw and the People of Oraibi Got Scared to Death Once)
Source(s): Hopitutuwutsi Hopi Tales: A Bilingual Collection of Hopi Indian Stories
Herschel Talashoma (Author); Ekkehart Malotki (Author)
Aliksa’i. People were living in Oraibi. Not far from the village, at Mastupatsa, was Maasaw’s home, where he lived with his grandmother. Every night when the villagers went to bed, he inspected the area around Oraibi. In this way he guarded the O...
Title: Hunting Lesson
Source(s): Childhood and Youth in Jicarilla Apache Society
Traditional; Morris Opler (Editor)
How grandfathers teach their grandsons to be good hunters.
The grandfather goes out with the boy. They build a camp. That night the grandfather tells the boy how to hunt and advises him about what he cannot do.
The grandfather, if he knows how, will take the upper foot pad [dewclaw] of the cougar, dry it,...
Title: Santo Domingo Pueblo Stereoview, ca. 1900
Source(s): Pueblo Indians Making Bread
Pueblo Indians Making Bread, Santo Domingo, N. M.
Santo Domingo is an interesting and old-fashioned pueblo, built on the east bank of the Rio Grande, in New Mexico. In the four broad and dirty streets may be seen the huge outdoor ovens shown in the picture, often with heaps of firewood piled near t...
Title: A Voice
Source(s): My Own True Name: New and Selected Poems for Young Adults
Pat Mora (Author)
A poem describing the narrators mothers struggle to learn English.
Even the lights on the stage unrelenting
as the desert sun couldn’t hide the other
students, their eyes also unrelenting,
students who spoke English every night
as they ate their meat, potatoes, gravy.
Not you. In your house that smelled lik...
Title: Woodstove of My Childhood
Source(s): In the Gathering Silence
Levi Romero (Author)
A poet describes the woodstove that heated his childhood home in northern New Mexico.
woodstove of my childhood
where potatoes cut like triangle chips were fried
in manteca de marrano
woodstove of lazy autumn smoke swirling away
woodstove of December
evacuating the cold chill at sunrise
woodstove of celebrati...
Title: Bailando en Sombras
María L. Leyba (Author)
A poet dreams of her lost mother.
I lay curled in a veil of luto
wide awake, eyelids that refuse to close
hungry for my Mother's Tongue
my restless soul drawn like magnets
to sacred grounds
donde bailo en sombras
buscando mi querida madrecita.
Mama's favorite rancheras
Title: Carretas del Muerto
Source(s): Brothers of Light: The Penitentes of the Southwest
Alice Corbin Henderson (Author)
Alice Corbin Henderson describes the Penitente tradition of dragging the Carreta del Muerto in processions.
Finding our way back to the plaza, we stood in the shadow of one of the low adobe buildings, where we could watch the procession passing. It was now quite dark, except for half moonlight in a mottled sky. The bulk of the church looked against the edg...
Title: Still She Marches through Bataan
Source(s): This is My Body
Terry Song (Author)
The poet writes of “Crazy Mary,” a homeless woman who once nursed soldiers who suffered the Bataan Death March during World War II.
I fold clothes at the Salvation Army,
arrange men's shorts, the children's
pants and summer tops. I smooth
curtains stacked in bins behind the
yellow storefront glass. She walks
past. “Crazy Mary,” people
whisper, and I wonder,
what is he...
Title: Navajo Code Talkers
Southwest Crossroads Spotlight
During World War II, many Navajos serving in the Marine Corps worked as code talkers, using a code in the Navajo language that the Japanese forces could not break for relaying information between US troops.
Although the United States government finally granted citizenship to Native Americans in 1924, the states of New Mexico and Arizona denied native people the right to vote until 1948. Nevertheless, during World War I (1917-1919) many Native Americans,...
Title: The Woman at Otowi Crossing
Frank Waters (Author)
An excerpt from a novel about the making of the first atomic bomb at Los Alamos and its detonation at White Sands.
This is it, thought Gaylord working in the blinding brilliance of the July sun. Trinity, when he first had heard it, was only a Top-Secret operational code name. Then, when more and more men began to leave Los Alamos and he himself accompanied them, ...