by Athena and Bill Steen - Cohabitat
by Athena and Bill Steen - Cohabitat
by Athena and Bill Steen - Cohabitat
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When I was a boy, my father was the main one to look after the<br />
church. Once when we had been up to southern Colorado to visit part<br />
of our familyfor a couple of weeks, it had been raining here almost<br />
every day we were gone, heavy rains. The day after we got back, my<br />
father took me with him to go see how Aings were with the church.<br />
We could see as soon as we walked up to the church how heavy the<br />
rains had been. The adobe plaster was washed away here <strong>and</strong> there,<br />
<strong>and</strong> the winds had blown a cottonwood limb onto the roof When we<br />
went to open the doors, the wood was so swollen <strong>by</strong> the water that we<br />
could barely open them.<br />
When we got them open <strong>and</strong> saw inside, we just stood there awhile not<br />
saying anything* There, growing out of the adobe floor, was a young<br />
st<strong>and</strong> of wheat<br />
I remember trying to convince my father to leave the wheat alone-it<br />
seemed right to me that it should be there-but he Just smiled <strong>and</strong> said,<br />
"Ml hijo, you know we can H worship the wheat n<br />
lna couple of days,<br />
everything was back to the way it was, but I never forgot that day.<br />
Elder from northern New Mexico village.<br />
Persistence of Memory \ New Mexico's Churches<br />
Museum of New Mexico Press