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.
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.
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!
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!
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.
Damn, my brother used to make us box at home. Hand wrap up in cloth. 😂😂 Miss u bro. RIP!! 😭😭
Miss those days as a young navajo kid.
There were no fat children then
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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.
Look at them ! Healthy & on the go,
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.
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.
I watched this 3 times. I love it!
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!
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!
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.
I remember we use to do that when we r herding sheeps and we would be full of dirt when we get home.
Miss my grandma.. RIP..n
Not sure where this was at, maybe near Greasewood, AZ..
Looks like NORTH of Rough Rock. I'm looking at the mountain range.
Where's this place at?? It looks like Springstep NM.. But I don't know..
That was many moons ago...
Wow...
Not sure what to say... the story is incredible