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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 />

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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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