REMEMBER YOUR RELATIONS (review2)
Jan. 15th, 2019 04:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The joys of anthropology, which became after eighteen years after graduating high school my intended major when the first was biology, creates in me a squirming discomfort when I consider how I really really disagree with physical anthropology, or how it is used, which should be in past tense already, just like how I disagree with abortion and spaying and neutering and those diagnosed mentally ill forced to take contraception.
The beauty in a California, ravaged by what I believe to be arson, not "wildfire", these past four years already, when these things are happening even if the sun is not 99 degrees but even lower than 70, for some cases, creates in us a desire to participate.
Pomo basketry was used for bread platters and to catch fish. Other Native American Indians who were Californian also created as did the Pomo baskets for babies, the precursor or divergent evolution before the trendy and hipster baby slings of today.
The steadiness of a beating drum beats out a hope, which I see as a Christian hope, that in these latter days we might have memory.
The ladies who created their Pomo basketry club in this book expired mostly after older ages, but within that 100 year scope after their deaths, these people alive within the past 100 years are not completely identified in 2019, because so few remain who were there, and because so few remain who continue and maintain the work of these passed on elders.
The beauty of the Americas as New Zion is best exemplified in California ethos. All those who are born in America would do well to learn about the Native American Indians in their state, and where they are and whom they may be where they now live.
After what has been lost, it must needs be remembered that recovery means to return what has been lost.
"It reminds us all of a shared responsibility to document the family, local, and community history all around us. Simple actions can make the difference between anonymity and recognition, between rootlessness and having a past."
The wild, wild wilderness mostly subdued, stewardship of life continues. In the cities, where these baskets were immensely prized for decoration, the angel ghosts of the past see us in our daily living, even as the ancestors.
The beauty in a California, ravaged by what I believe to be arson, not "wildfire", these past four years already, when these things are happening even if the sun is not 99 degrees but even lower than 70, for some cases, creates in us a desire to participate.
Pomo basketry was used for bread platters and to catch fish. Other Native American Indians who were Californian also created as did the Pomo baskets for babies, the precursor or divergent evolution before the trendy and hipster baby slings of today.
The steadiness of a beating drum beats out a hope, which I see as a Christian hope, that in these latter days we might have memory.
The ladies who created their Pomo basketry club in this book expired mostly after older ages, but within that 100 year scope after their deaths, these people alive within the past 100 years are not completely identified in 2019, because so few remain who were there, and because so few remain who continue and maintain the work of these passed on elders.
The beauty of the Americas as New Zion is best exemplified in California ethos. All those who are born in America would do well to learn about the Native American Indians in their state, and where they are and whom they may be where they now live.
After what has been lost, it must needs be remembered that recovery means to return what has been lost.
"It reminds us all of a shared responsibility to document the family, local, and community history all around us. Simple actions can make the difference between anonymity and recognition, between rootlessness and having a past."
The wild, wild wilderness mostly subdued, stewardship of life continues. In the cities, where these baskets were immensely prized for decoration, the angel ghosts of the past see us in our daily living, even as the ancestors.