December, 1981 $2.00 - Desert Magazine of the Southwest
December, 1981 $2.00 - Desert Magazine of the Southwest
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along <strong>the</strong> dusty road.<br />
"I did, I did," Skeeter assured me,<br />
and when I looked doubtful, he opened<br />
his mouth wide and taking a grubby<br />
finger he pulled his lips as far as flesh<br />
will stretch. I could see signs <strong>of</strong><br />
chocolate and bits <strong>of</strong> nuts still clinging<br />
to his molars. Defeated, I had to laugh.<br />
As Christmas approached I had little<br />
faith that our trader would be able to<br />
supply <strong>the</strong> demand for holiday<br />
goodies. I sent <strong>of</strong>f a large order to<br />
Sears Roebuck. From past experiences,<br />
I knew half <strong>the</strong> items shown in<br />
<strong>the</strong> catalog would be unavailable, but I<br />
trustfully marked each item "substitute<br />
with whatever you have." Desperately,<br />
I marked dress goods and linens<br />
"any color will do, just send something."<br />
From <strong>the</strong> skimpy pages <strong>of</strong> candy<br />
<strong>of</strong>ferings, I ordered some <strong>of</strong> everything<br />
pictured. I mailed <strong>the</strong> order with<br />
crossed fingers—derned little good it<br />
did me. When <strong>the</strong> packages arrived<br />
<strong>the</strong>re was no candy <strong>of</strong> any kind.<br />
During November I'd made extra<br />
money for Christmas by baking<br />
cookies and cupcakes, which I sold to<br />
<strong>the</strong> trading post. I'd used almost all my<br />
sugar ration stamps and had none to<br />
make candy for Christmas. Unless<br />
<strong>the</strong>re was a modern day miracle, we'd<br />
have little sweets during <strong>the</strong> holidays.<br />
The Hopis are a religious people and<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir lives center around <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
centuries-old religion. Most participate<br />
in <strong>the</strong>ir many seasonal ceremonies.<br />
Skeeter became a steady visitor to<br />
<strong>the</strong> kiva, where <strong>the</strong> Hopi priests<br />
stayed, and in one year's time he could<br />
speak Hopi. The kiva was so close to<br />
our house, I could hear <strong>the</strong> drums and<br />
chanting through <strong>the</strong> night. Often I<br />
had to send someone in to dig Skeeter<br />
out, so he could come home to bed.<br />
Corn is a focal point in Hopi religion<br />
and is used in every ceremony. Almost<br />
every day Skeeter came home with<br />
some kind <strong>of</strong> edible made <strong>of</strong> corn.<br />
Usually he brought piki, a tissue-thin<br />
cornbread that is unique to <strong>the</strong> Hopi<br />
culture and served as crackers, <strong>of</strong>ten<br />
eaten with soup or stew. Ano<strong>the</strong>r tidbit<br />
Skeeter relished was a sweet cornbread<br />
he called somevike, which was steamed<br />
in corn husks and eaten hot with meat<br />
or beans. Once, when attending a<br />
party (uninvited, I'm sure), he returned<br />
with a crescent-shaped, blue cornmeal<br />
roll, wrapped in corn husks, which he<br />
called chukyviki. Later I found this is<br />
served at wedding ceremonies only.<br />
Hopi ceremonies for <strong>the</strong> public were<br />
held in <strong>the</strong> plaza just beyond <strong>the</strong> store.<br />
I wasn't surprised, when two days<br />
before Christmas, I saw a great many<br />
people ga<strong>the</strong>ring <strong>the</strong>re. Trucks full <strong>of</strong><br />
people were parking everywhere. Even<br />
horse-drawn wagons, loaded to <strong>the</strong><br />
sideboards with oldsters and children,<br />
rattled <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> mesa from Old Oraibi<br />
and stopped at <strong>the</strong> store. Skeeter began<br />
begging to attend, and when I gave<br />
him permission, he left, riding his stick<br />
horse on a dead run.<br />
Soon I heard <strong>the</strong> squawking sounds<br />
<strong>of</strong> a loudspeaker and <strong>the</strong>n a recording<br />
<strong>of</strong> "Silent Night" began to play. This<br />
was something I'd have to see for<br />
myself. I dressed <strong>the</strong> baby for <strong>the</strong> cold<br />
wea<strong>the</strong>r and went to investigate. Well,<br />
I found no regular Hopi ceremony,<br />
but instead a huge Christmas party<br />
sponsored by a missionary group from<br />
Gallup. They spared nothing in<br />
presenting treats for everybody.<br />
I watched <strong>the</strong> missionaries hand out<br />
candy canes, gum drops, boxes <strong>of</strong><br />
Cracker Jacks, packages <strong>of</strong> gum,<br />
oranges, apples and sacks <strong>of</strong> peanuts.<br />
There were even toys, some new.<br />
There were boxes <strong>of</strong> used clothing and<br />
I saw warm coats, heavy jackets,<br />
woolen sweaters and stocking caps<br />
handed out to eager recipients.<br />
Ano<strong>the</strong>r truck held hundreds <strong>of</strong> loaves<br />
<strong>of</strong> bakery bread, boxes <strong>of</strong> crackers,<br />
cases <strong>of</strong> canned tomatoes, bags <strong>of</strong><br />
flour, and sacks <strong>of</strong> beans and rice. All<br />
was distributed in an orderly manner<br />
while recordings <strong>of</strong> Christmas carols<br />
played over <strong>the</strong> microphone.<br />
Skeeter ran up to me, his arms full<br />
<strong>of</strong> candy and fruit. He returned to get<br />
bags <strong>of</strong> candy for his baby sister. After<br />
listening to numerous speeches I<br />
returned home with enough candy to<br />
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