I just found this this morning August 8th 2024. I love the story it is so touching because you were so innocent being such a little girl. Your grandfather did walk on water... He understood with love and compassion knowing you didnt do anything really wrong...what a loving soul. You were Blessed with him as he was with you...we are all teachers as well as "students" for each other, NO MATTER the age. And you dear lady are in still teaching...all around you, reaching out into the world ..i Thank you for opening all these doors about your personal life and the Navajo.. Dine' ... way of life. You are very special to me and I have my son to thank for introducing me to your videos. Thank you for you and your stories...your wisdom...it is FELT in people's hearts and creates thought...we all need calming, quiet thought , Thank you Love, Light, Peace of Mind and always GRATITUDE 🌄❤️🌄🙏🫂💚🌀🤍🌄
Yvonne, you spoke with the tongue of angels. No one could have spoken more wise and with such clarity. Very humbling to read your comment more so about my Nali, Paternal gpa, he did walk on water. His demeanor was powerful, his presence was known no matter even if he was trying to be obtrusive. His wisdom, understanding, his peace, beauty of soul & spirit, was filled with balance & harmony. He had his fill of deep heartaches, falsely imprisoned by ranchers who came in & took lands, raped, herded Dine" people, eroded the lands where Dine' herbs, food, fruits and other natural mainstays were depended upon which grew. He said God planted our sustenance & we were to treat the land belonging to no one with humble prayerful respect. The erosion from the ranchers cattle, horses, sheep all destroyed the once thriving lands into a near dust bowl. Sage grew in the places of grass, disease introduced to man & animals & more that molded this great man into a submissive, holy man, who looked to the heavens for all that life was meted out to him. As a little girl I loved his demeanor of complete kindness & empathy. He is sorely missed. Yet I find I was under his tutelage without realizing it. Thank you for coming to Navajo Grandma. Remain wonderful, wise and teaching me thru your lovely comment. Thank your son for bringing you here where you are loved, where you matter and are needed. Hugs from Navajo Grandma
Oh zabdelhady, welcome grandma to grandma. Every subscriber is my grandchild and hope you can handle that. What kind works of Hozho you just gave to Navajo Grandma. Thank you for taking the time to watch and learn even more than you already know. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
I'm Muskogee and Seminole, my wife is Choctaw and Huron and I showed this video to her and my children who are grown and they enjoyed it so much. They way you speak of your grandpa reminded my wife of her papa and the love she still has for him even though he has been long deceased. As I learn more about the dine and their traditions as well as superstitions. I can only imagine how terrified your grandma was when she saw the pottery you were holding. Thank you for your stories, this is one of my favorites. Hagoone
Awwww the life of a 4 year old Navajo kiddo loved by her Nali and Bizhi. They raised me you know. How I miss them. Thank you for sharing this with your family. I love that I can help bring out our Navajo traditions, culture and family everyday experiences and across the Native board, always accepted and refused by a few. We are all family and that is what bonds us together. I pray we all learn this before the Coming of Christ. He walked among us you know. Those stories are like daggers to a lot of Natives cuz they hate Colonialism so they say. I then retort: why is heck did our ancestors build Temples? Why were they so far advanced technologically. You all should go to Chaco Canyon, New Mexico. Such an amazing place and the history is incredible. My Nali and his father(ggrandfather) renovated that place with 12 other Medicine men. These medicine men were trusted as white men would steal by hoisting themselves down the cliffs and take whatever pottery, arrows, jewelry or any artifacts they could find in the dark. Sad but true. This was the melting pot of every person who came from Alaska, Canada, Mexico, the Eastern Seaboard, South as far as Florida. Many of the feathers and artifacts not indigenous to Chaco Canyon were found to have been traded from many different parts of the world. Just amazing. Great comment. Hugs from Navajo Grandma
@@NavajoGrandma the things the white man has done to the native americans and still continues to do is appalling. I'm part white and I hate what they did. But I can no more change history than I can move a mountain. God our creator will deal with those who have done such horrible things. Just doing my best to stay on the Beauty path. Take care grandma, hagoone.
Wow, the way I see it Great Spirit led you to some ancestors who shared their gifts with you because you were hungry. Maybe they even laughed when you switched their shoes? Thank you for sharing your history, culture, and memories with us.
Well I know the Great Spirit also made my Nali (Paternal Gpa) pay a nice price for my incident. I am sure those who got their shoes changed and more so the ones who had the food did laugh at a little one doing what I did. I always swear my innocence tho. Thank you for watching again. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
I love your stories! Especially stories about your grandpa, your face just lights up! You should consider illustrating your stories for children's books! You are very talented!
@@patches4470 You know I wouldn't even know how to make a book. I have had so many ideas but how to do this is beyond me right now. You know it doesn't just happen. Its time consuming and yes I would love to do this though. Still involved in this Navajo Nation Election problems as a presidential candidate. Love you. Navajo Grandma
WEll at 4 years of age what is innocense right? of course it was innocent and the raisins were lovely to eat. Until my grandma realized it belonged to the dead. Wow. Navajo Grandma
My next videos will involve defining myself, a sober one, then excitedly moving towards Grandma shearing a sheep for you all. This is an opener with videos on the weaving loom, rugs, carding and spinning dowel with weaving accessories. Its getting exciting to learn more about Dine' textile. Please watch and learn. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
Thank you BJ. Its amazing what you can remember out in the reservation. Some people say how can you remember so much. I tell them out in the reservation there is no distractions back in those days. You didn't have TV, cell phones, and all the worldly stuff. You lived life and it was real and you did everything right in front of you and in real time, you were sober and thus you remembered. I remember so much its crazy. Navajo Grandma
@@NavajoGrandma when so young, you are like a sponge taking Life in and learning Everything for the first time. Experienced so much I remember so we'll. People do not Believe, absorb as we in our innocent generation not connected to the 5G/AI Evil Spirit that has POWER- Mind Controls over US. !!
@@bjoburn7821 BJ you are so perfectly spot on. I love you and your comment. I love you and your wisdom. I salute your dignity my dear one. So honored to have you in our Navajo Grandma family. Hugs eternally. Navajo Grandma
I really love the story! So amazing and probably something I would do. I spent a lot of time playing with trees, looking at plants and discovering insects in my backyard. I always enjoyed being with the creator and his creation since a very young child. The booth looks like a sukkah! I built one every year for a special festival..
Janice, that booth is a shade tree house, very ventilated as I tried to draw. Very open for sitting in the shade to weave, talk and eat or just contemplating. Most of us at 4.5 don't really remember but I sure do. There was nothing to distract me and my memory is very sharp, and this one time is when I clearly remember walking and enjoying being alone and discovering my raisins. Glad you listened and hope you have subscribed to watch and learn even more. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
I got to the end and 'saw' a children's book from this! It would teach and illustrate what that experience means for 4 and 5 year old kids to understand? Maybe? I love your illustrations.
Thank you Kerri, love your comments. Yes it is indeed a children's book but how many adults have heard this and realize there is a moral to this story according to each person's understanding. Its not always the same. Our interpretations are personal and matter so greatly. Simple illustrations. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
Grandma your drawings are amazing. Are you an artist? If not you should be. Outside of my grandmothers i didn't have a good childhood. I dont remember much. So when i hear you stories they make me happy. Your such a good storyteller. I listened to it while i was working and got completely engrossed by it. Love you and look forward to seeing you again.
Sarah, my dear granddaughter, you are so precious as are your sweet comments. I hope it gave you a chuckle, a smile and brightened your days before we celebrate our pagan holiday called Christmas. Merry Christmas and a Grand New Year!! I am not an artist, I just love to draw what I have gone thru. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
All I was missing is a little fire pit to sit around nice and cozy to listen to you. I really enjoyed listening to your story as a little girl. My jaw dropped when you said that you found out they were "not moving!" Oh my .... I wish that I was your friend at that time, adventuring, exploring and getting in trouble and cleansed along with you - Lol... Thank you for the smiles and laughs today!
Yup, you should've been there. It doesn't really hit you until later in life you realize what you actually did. I wouldn't go down there today if my life depended upon it. Crazy. I love that you would be getting in trouble with me, how hilarious and being cleansed together. I just love your comment. Hugs always. Navajo Grandma
'Grandma'! When I watched this, I laughed so LOUD and long, my neighbors must have heard me! Thank YOU for sharing this! Thank YOU for connecting me to who I am!
Hi there, thank you for watching and keeping me on FB. What a good person you are. I am happy to hear you laughed as I do when I watch this when I have time. Too busy scheduling all the knowledge of my childhood I can muster. Hugs always. Navajo Grandma
Thank you for taking the time to watch my raisin video. It was a twist and turn in my mind as a child. Memories never fade. Thank you for subscribing and hope you continue to enjoy and watch and learn. Navajo Grandma
Loved your story😆 despite the sad ending. And i can imagine that sweet curious lively little girl setting off on her adventure with her bread and cheese 🥰. My four and a half year old, is hanging in my arms right now, enjoying this story too. I'm inspired now to make your fried bread, i've been meaning to give it a go since i discovered you and your recipe. Greetings from Australia too, so happy we are able to reach out across cultures and distances and connect, thank you so much for sharing. Good health and happiness to you and yours Navajo Grandma, I just adore you and am so thankful to be learning your wisdom 😊 ❣
My best friend is Navajo just like me she didn't get to experience a lot of her culture growing up I'm really glad I ran into your Channel and am able to show it to her we are both very very grateful sending love your way😁❤😁
Just a little clarification I myself am not Navajo just my best friend I am of Aztec decent, both of us are biracial, native fathers and white mothers 😁
I just love you so much! I came across you this past week. Thank you for sharing your life stories and heritage. Five fingers, I love the old ways of doing things, they are the best! This story of you as a child, made me hold my breath...I thought oh no she's walking off, she's going to get lost. I could see you in my mind walking off with your biscuit and cheese in hand! I laughed so hard... kids are so innocent, you just wanted to do the right thing and be helpful. This story really did touch my heart. I'm looking forward to watching more of your videos.... you are very good company in the dark of the night! Once again thank you and take care, be safe!
Thank you and I still love raisins, the chocolate raisins from Costco. Yum. Nothing like the anasazi raisins I had to spit out. Oh well, I was cleansed LOL! I loved my Nali and how he handled this whole situation. I am blessed. Thank you for watching and hearing. I wasn't sure if I should tell this but I did. Little ones get into things and I did. Hugs to you and is it snowing there? It is snowing everywhere up north and more north. Freezing!! Its suppose to snow until Friday - "YIKES!!" Love you so. Ni Masani
Shi Masani', it's warming up today, thank God 🙏 it was cold last night. No snow. We so look forward to meeting you & family. This morning I awoke to this thought, "Grandma found the archaeological find of the century!!" Another amazing Miracle Hashem blessed you with!! I can't wait for my husband to watch your video. He's going to watch it now. I love our history, & you convey it so well!! Love you Grandma 💓 Be safe & well in your travels. God bless you!!
Great story, i could picture it all! You are a natural born teacher/storyteller. Thanks for sharing stories, scenery location, i miss the desert, the people, the language and Navajo country in general.
I love your stories and drawings. I think I’m drawn to you because you remind me of my great grandmother Josie and great grandfather Tomas, put together. The have passed away and I miss them soooo so much. I feel their presence and believe they watch over me. My great grandfather was so loving and caring, and I always felt safe and protected and understood by him. Anyway, what a wild and amazing story! I would read a book about your life! 💕
Thank you sweetheart Ariel Marie, thank you for taking the time to watch, listen and learn. What an honor it is to be known in your life and associated with wonderful grandparents. Its an honor being a grandparent. Some folks say, I wish I had my grandchildren first, and I use to think, what? Well, now I know why. Silly but true. I haven't written my life story but working on it through videos. You need to write your story too Ariel. I can feel your heart and it is good. I know there is so much to tell and write. Love you. Navajo Grandma
wow Navajo Grandma , what a story. I can see it like a movie in my mind as you tell it. it has so many levels of emotions but I love the strong bond of your grandfather and you the most. it always touches my heart.
Its amazing when you are on the reservation, people say, how can you remember so much? Well for one thing, we don't have distractions like the city folks have. When I return back to where my grandfather and grandmother's homes were, I weep as you have seen I think, its way so emotional as they were my Mom & Dad in my formative years more than my own parents. That umbilical tie was strong and stronger now as I age. I can remember tons more and sometimes I am sitting I remember and I jot down what is coming to my heart and spirit and mind. I remember and rejoice as I know God has been good to me to remember. As it teaches goodness. Yes, that bond was great. When I left for school and moved away, I wept and wept. It tore me up. Then I got so involved in school, I didn't go back as I should have. We did return to gpa and gma's place and that connection was powerful, but the life I had to lead took me away. When I heard my Bizhi died, my heart was never the same. My Nali died when I was pregnant with my 3rd child and no one allowed me to go to the funeral. It was that to Navajo's a not to do and was not allowed for a pregnant woman to go to a funeral. They thought it might put me into to labor and some women did and died. I never got to see my Nali.. I weep when I go to his grave now. I talk with him and miss him so dearly. He was my rock in life. One sad note is when I met my auntie, daughter of my Nali and Bizhi. She gave me my Bizhi's red blanket and said, "never tell anyone I gave this to you. You see these people are horribly superstitious. So my auntie said to me, when you went away, your Bizhi stood on a hill daily, she could see cars coming down a road far way. Everyday she would say, Oh that is Bizhinlth bah coming, but the cars never turned her way. I almost died hearing this. As I use to go see her after the school weekends. I use to run thru the sage brushes, jumping over snake and would find her and hurl her into the air with hugs. She was my mother. She was everything to me. Then I went away that is what my auntie told me. When my Bizhi died, I almost died holding onto her hands, kissed her forehead and laid my head on her breast, I know she suckled me as a baby. She was everything and I wept to my heart bursting, I couldn't bring back those days I should have come to her. She only held on so long, she was sheep herding on that hill just in case I showed up and had a heart attack. Its been so hard, but I go to her grave and talk to her too. She is laid by my Nali. There are some remorses I have and that is my biggest. Please if your grandma is alive, go to her, hold her hands, hug her, listen to her stories. Make tea with her for her and learn from her. And including your grandfather too. So are my remorses. Thanks for listening. Love you. Navajo Grandma
Wow Thankyou grandma! I would like to tell you, this morning i found a necklace i made many years ago, after having watched a few of your videos i came to this story and it gave me shivers all over my body. The necklace i had made has an arrowhead on it and it felt like i was dreaming within your story. I love you thhankyou for eating the raisins x x x x
Gabriela, you made me chuckle for thanking me for eating the raisins. They were really yummie. Thank you for watching, learning and enjoying. Hugs always. Navajo Grandma
The elders miss their grandchildren. Visit your grandparents now while they are awake. I went to a Polynesian gathering in the desert near Tooele when I was 8-10. I found 5-7 sticks laying in the brush that were 15 ft long. I chose one and balanced it on my open palm without letting it fall for a bit. An auntie asked me to put it back when I was done and not break it because there was a game planned that involved the sticks. I put it back right away and realized that sticks that long probably don't occur naturally in the desert. Our Uncle and neighbor Wayne told us we needed to go home that evening instead of camping for the weekend because we didn't bring enough water, but I can't help but wonder as an adult of it was because I didn't respect the game that the sticks are a part of. If I did, I wish they had spanked me and maybe taught me about the game its importance. Thank you for helping us heal by sharing
Ben there were things that happened to us all. We need to reconcile all of these, ask questions even now for clarification so we would have a better understanding, then again, if it was critical maybe family could’ve helped you along by yes explaining things to you. I know many didn’t do that as when we were young but now as we are adults we need to pick up the sticks, explain their importance and why and how they were used, thus blessing yourself and others to not experience similar episodes. we are all in a constant learning stage. And that is good. Navajo Grandma
Was that a custom to make burial sites below ground like that? This is so interesting ❤️ That is interesting about the raisins. There is so much to learn about my Navajo heritage. My Grandfather was one that was adopted from the Navajo Nation. I never met him or learned about the Native American culture. Thank you 💕 You are very amazing woman 💕
This was not a Dine' burial it was a Pueblo (Anasazi) Kiva that I happen to discover. I have never heard of burials in a Kiva myself but that is what my Nali explained and remember this was from thousands of years before. These were mummies. So don't compare them to our Dine' burials. I thought you knew the difference between a Kiva and a Hogan. The Kivas in Chaco are deep in the ground if you have been to Chaco Canyon. The hogan is above ground. Navajo Grandma
Thank you for sharing your childhood memories so we can learn from them. You were actually trying to make things right even at such an early age. Bless You
You are so welcome! I still love raisins. Some say how do you remember so much? I say, we did not have TV, we did have a radio, but our lives were not disrupted, it was simple and the zero distractions brings such wonderful memories that are etched upon our minds of life on the reservation in the Eastern Agency of the Navajo Nation. Thank you for your lovely comment. Hugs from Navajo Grandma
When I was around the same age you were when you switched the shoes and ate the raisins, I stole a lollipop from a grocery store. I thought they were free because they were in a big barrel with no visible price sign and I was used to getting free lollipops at the doctor. When my Mom put me in my car seat to go home, she saw my lollipop and asked me where I got if from. I told her and she immediately began yelling at me and informing me that I stole. She made me go back in the store and report my crime to the manager. This was a huge deal for me because I was a shy little thing. Needless to say, I cried through my whole confession. The store manager felt so bad for me that she told my Mom I could keep the candy. However, my Mother told her no because if I kept the lollipop l, I wouldn't learn that stealing was wrong.
Hi, thank you so much for sharing. Isn't it amazing what we all have gone through as a young child. At the time it seems like such a tragedy but as you grow older, you realize, our parents, grandparents, relatives or, whoever, was our caretaker or babysitter, teacher, etc. really tried to do their best to teach us morals, behavior, etc. Its just sometimes the way they did it kinda still seeps into our memory like, "what?" "why"...I was just a little kid man. But then look what an amazing person you turned out to be right? I realize so much when I remember, and have retained so much of my childhood on the Navajo reservation with my paternal grandparents. I remember so much because there were very very few distractions and I know how much there was when I would go back to the city, like TV, radio, TV, radio, school, just trying to learn, play, remain strong when I was away from my mom and grandparents. We turned out okay don't you think? When I look back it amazes me that God found me out in a desert in poverty, led me, trained me, starved me, taught me, loved me and it turned out good. Hugs. Navajo Grandma.
Dear Navajo Grandma Thankyou so much for your amazing story. One of the most amazing stories I ever heard. Love you so much! Love your Grandfather's wisdom and love and kindness to You. I love your memory art sketches so much. Are you making a storybook? Wonderful for all ages💜💜💜💜💜
Oh Grandma! That was so innocent and cute. I loved the changing of the shoes!! Thank you for sharing these wonderful stories. May our Heavenly Fathers choice blessings be poured out upon you.
You are so welcome and to think it was the mind of a 4.5 year old that was so innocent. When I watched my 4.5 year old children I couldn't imagine them walking 7 miles alone, but then again I could. Out in the reservation its miles of sage brush, lizards, cicada's whistling, stray sheep or goats, birds flying around, snakes here and there. It was a community of life that you knew who you understood. No fear, just innocense everywhere. Yup I did it, changed the deads shoes to welcome back to haunt us all. I giggled when my Nali retold me more about the situation from what I remembered. He said, "you were innocent, I knew it, and you just did what a curious mind would do, that is how you learn." Thank goodness it wasn't more curious cuz he said there were large snakes in the dark from where I had changed the shoes. They call them "dayolth." They are like pythons which crawl and are the length of the width of a road. Big suckers but their bite is not the worry, its their senching and squeezing once they wrap themselves around you. Yikes! But God knew I had to live and to become Navajo Grandma with wonderful souls like you in my life and family. Grandma loves you. Goodnight.
What a cute, interesting story, I wish I lived next door to you, because I could sit long times and listen to all your stories! And taste your frybread, too . I love your videos! Keep them coming ,much love, from Texas
Thank you for the story. It brought up childhood memories for me as well. I was also raised by my grandparents until I was four, so I can relate the special connection you have with them. I love your drawings. I am really enjoying your channel, especially during these times.
Wow! What are the chances you would start digging in that spot? So sad to hear that the sight was probably looted and destroyed. Thank you for sharing your story, and I look forward to hearing more in the future.
Well if you subscribe you should have a few videos to enjoy watching and learning from. It is my pleasure and knowledge to share with all of my grandchildren, you included. Navajo Grandma
@@NavajoGrandma they were right! The beautiful past has been almost erased from the minds of today. Its become such an odd thought for a child to be a independent being out on the land. When I was a child, I had that freedom to explore on my own! It was such a beautiful feeling that I have passed down to my children. Thank you again for sharing your adventure. You have such a peaceful way of speaking and are quite lovely to listen to.
Omg. What an interesting story. Very unexpected, but very interesting. You had awesome grandparents. You’ve led an interesting life. I could sit and listen to you all day. ❤️❤️❤️
You are so welcome! It is something I have always wanted to do as I feel so blessed having been raised by my Nali and Bizhi, paternal grandparents on the Eastern Agency reservation, not what is known as the Navaja Nation in the far western part of NM and greater parts of AZ. I just felt compelled by the spirit to do so before my son asked me to do this. Glad you so enjoy this. Navajo Grandma
Glad you enjoyed it! Those were the days my dear little self. Quite an experience and I have never forgotten this. Thank you and appreciate you watching and learning about grandma. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
Sweet Wendy77 always with a kind comment for Grandma. Thank you so much for watching and listening and learning grandma's little life living with her paternal grandparents. Thank you always. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
Thank you, again, for sharing your stories. They bring me joy. I, too, cherish my grandfather and I miss him dearly. Your stories of how gentle and patient your grandfather was reminds me of mine. Keep your beautiful stories coming. Lots of love to you.
Lisa Lou, Superman has nothing on our grandpas. Grandpa was Superman and beyond. Strong, kind, gentle, tender and full of courage, pure leadership from a Dine’ power house of a native man. I salute his dignity as he did walk on water. HERES to our grandfathers. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
Thank you Patricia. When you live on the reservation there are vivid memories and not much to make you forget. Such a wonderful place I grew up in. Thanks for watching. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
You told this story beautifully, I nearly felt that I was there with you. I believe the only odd thing that I can think about myself is that I ate a little bit of dirt, I sat down added water to the soft river off-white sand and had about 2 bites. No one told me to this, I was alone and had the strong want to eat the soft beautiful earth.
Jessica, We all ate dirt, great niacin. What a sweet clear description of those years long ago that you brought back with clarity. Just precious no matter what it contained. Write this down, re-read it on a cloudy day or when you are down and smile. Write everything you might have felt, and how you feel about it now. And why the soft beautiful earth looked delicious. Thank you so much this is precious. Navajo Grandma
Thank you for sharing this beautiful story! I remember my Grandpa holding me on his knee, and telling me I was pretty. I thought he must be mistaken, or was just being nice, because if I was pretty, no one else had noticed it. He used to lecture. But I loved his lectures.
Well grandpa was right when he said you were pretty. And yes my NALI lectured my dad too, I know because he loved his son so much. Precious comment. Navajo Grandma
Wow grandma! Very interesting story, at that age you are tempted to do something wrong. Grandparents will scold you, but inside they truly love you. Thank you grandma and take care!😙
Crystal thank you for watching and enjoying my raisin story. What can you say about a 4.5 year old. Some say, how do you remember so much, and my answer is, we didn't have distractions on the reservation, it was desert, it was chickens, roosters, hens, horses, sheep, goats, corrals, hogans, grandma, grandpa and my aunties. It was survival and when I played, I played picking the hen eggs, walking, exploring how to dig in the sand, watching the helicopter insects flying about, playing with broken glass. I just remember so much and more. So glad I didn't have this kind of life we have now. Well anywho, this was my life. Take care. Navajo Grandma
Oh my goodness what a story Navajo Grandma ....how amazing what are the odds that you went to that exact location and even found that place .....My goodness.... Thank God you are okay.
How many 4 to 5 year olds do you believe are fearful? Not when you are not taught fear. When that hole got bigger, I jumped back and saw the ladder just like the ones at Pueblo Bonito. It was very familiar, no doubt, I looked down and saw a lot of arrowheads and it intrigued me and it was hot, the coolness of the air felt wonderful you have to realize. The rest is history. Gpa said later, there were snakes called in Dine' Bizaad called "Diyoolth," that are like pythons that had made a home in the dark away from where I was. When they went back those snakes went back into their holes. Thank goodness. Again do you see how protected I was. Sheesh again. Navajo Grandma
@@NavajoGrandma Oh my gosh... really .... You are absolutely protected by our MOST WONDERFUL CREATOR and our ancestors that's for sure! I'm so happy you're okay ❤️. I'm so happy I came across your channel. It's truly an honor!
Hello, I miss my grandparents. Great story... I was waiting for you to explain the shoes. Yea my dad used to yell at my sister for putting her shoes on wrong. He used to tell her that her spirit would walk backwards blinded and never find its way back. Thank you for sharing...
Janice loved your comment. I did explain that I had changed the shoes of the dead folks in that place. Natives turn their dead folks shoes wrong side out to be sure they do not return. Superstitions of the day back then. How funny your dad was but for some it really was true. Thank you for watching. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
@@NavajoGrandma thanks for replying it is good to know the stories you share it takes me back, yea and the horny toad was scrared. But never understood why... but I respected it bcz my grandpa said.
@@NavajoGrandma well I had some weird life experiences also sooo it takes guts to share our taboo or embarrassing moments in life ..but I realize that what ever religion or science you believe in we are all family members on this space ship 🚀
You wonder why Navajo Grandma loves you so much because you are so teachable!! That childhood Godly gift is Holy, a desire to learn!! So you are a daughter of God who has given you this TEACHABLE gift. Hang onto it sweetheart. I wish I could just hug you to let you know you are wonderful. My dear j o!! Keep smiling, cry now and then if you have to, pray always I plead with you, and know YOU MATTER AND ARE NEEDED IN OUR LIVES ON NAVAJO GRANDMA. love & hugs to Grandma's j o from Navajo Grandma
Hi sweet Grandma!!! What a beautiful story!!! I'm saving this video for my great grandchildren. They will love it. 4-5 year olds are full of wonder and some adventurous. I was adventurous too. I tell stories to them, my 7 yr. Old one, always says" take me there". Oh if only we could. 💞
✨Thank You for Sharing Your Story! A Truly Mystifying Day(s)!✨ Curious, As an Adult--Did You Ever Learn to Make those Tasty Raisins? Glad You weren't Taken Over by Demons💗... hmm... Wondering about the Shamen's Cleanliness--Graverobbing doesn't sound good on a Resumé... 🤔😂
I also laugh now but when that happened it was not funny and how I remember this as clear as a bell, they say. I love raisins still. I love grapes. Out in the reservation we do not grow grapes but some of the pueblos did and at times in the canyon you can find some berries and at times there were grapes there. So I know you understand why the medicine man had to cover me with ash and I had to sleep out in the Shade. I did a no no, but it was a delicious no no. LOL! Happy smiles. Navajo Grandma
Great story. Thank you very much for sharing it with us. Also you have meda a very nice scetch and it helped me to imaging how it was for you to be there.
I love your beautiful stories 😍 that's really hard when you don't understand why they're so upset, especially when your so young 😔 That was quite a lot for a little girl to handle! That was quite an adventure 😄
Superstitions in cultures don’t help . Karen you would need to know my culture more to understand. This was a true adventure I have never forgotten. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
Hugs to you too dear sweet Grandma❤️ Many cultures around the world have many superstitions lol But I do love hearing about your family and you growing up, I have one question ❓ Is live really hard on the res? The reason I ask is because the indigenous people lived free and had beautiful fertil land and could grow so much food, right But the res is dry and hard to grow crops isn't it? Thank you so much Navajo Grandma ❤️
@@karenbenavente1124 If you were allowed to be industrious having farming equipment to remove all the sage to clear the land and everyone desiring to grow a garden, it would be great. Except you are only allowed so much land and stipulations to your homesite lease. If I could run for Navajo Nation President, I would remove every white trader off the reservation, hire some to help with investments, infrastructure, put some on boards but nothing more. I would allow the Dine’ to develop their economy, hotels, drive-ins, build colleges, schools with the best teachers. I would build jails and a prison on Dine’ land, pay the teachers & police & Firemen their worth. Each Dine’ family would be taught how to farm, wipe our Monsanto on any crops, teach canning, drying fruits, veggies, freezing, dry freezing food to sustain themselves, they would receive stipends for food & living expenses, each agency would develop a cultural center where each family members would teach, share on site how to live on the reservation, what our ancestors taught, preserving the culture, values, morals, language, so much. But our so called leaders don’t give a hoot, too busy filling their pockets. It’s not easy under the circumstances on the reservation, Congress still at the hub of our wheel and for me, I want to cut that umbilical cord. You shouldn’t have asked. Navajo Grandma
Well once you ponder upon your childhood you realize how amazing life was, how your life was protected maybe not by your parents but by God so many times, then the wisdom of your grandparents, teachers and wonderful relatives, traditions and culture that one begins to finally appreciate those who molded their lives, too late but now we finally sing their songs, tell their stories and see the relevance in life & how wonderful and critical they were for because of them we live. life is amazing. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
I realized I had sat listening with my mouth hanging open throughout the story, interspersed with major giggling. I keep seeing my granddaughter in this. You were very brave and inquisitive. I love the shoe bit. Omg lolololol But seriously thank goodness you are here to tell the tale...it could have been a sink hole. Pretty sure their ghosts got a kick outta you that day with the shoes and the raisins. Lol I bet they're still giggling.
Kerri, at times I think too much about it too then scare the crap out of myself. You know the innocense of a child, how they just take everything literally, simple and no thought of fear. That is why parents are needed to teach them. I had no fears, I just literally saw the ladder, I had been down a ladder in my grandpa's (Nali) fruit and food cellar, so it wasn't anything unusual. My trust was simple and down I went. As an adult I thought what if there were snakes, spiders, and all the horrible thoughts. But back then, it was simple and I was always protected by my Nali's morning prayers as well as he blessed us daily with corn pollen and I really believed in it with prayers thru out the day from my Bizhi and Nali. They taught me it was a protection always, thus, I had trust that it was true and to this day I still trust those prayers and my prayers for my posterity. I made it through and yes, I giggle too thinking these spirits are probably thinking, "hey you're eating my raisins for my trip to the spirit world." hahaha. And boy were they good. Yum. Chocolate covered raisins are one of my Christmas favorites. Glad you enjoyed this. I have a book a simple book written and yet to download. Hugs always. Navajo Grandma
Glad you enjoyed it and realize this is when I was 4 years oldish or between 4-5. My love for raisins has never diminished. Love you always. Navajo Grandma
I love your story, Ioved my grandpa so much he walked on water too, I knew we were the same I was from him I understood, I use to play and pretend my grandpa was with me in my little fantacy mind playing I still know he is in me or part of my person he taught me how to tie my shoes I love the fact your story reminded me of some very happy memories, I feel gratitude every time I listen to your videos, and always have happy tears what a wonderful story I saw it in my mind as you told it. Thank you
Doug you are a wonderful soul. You are so grateful and your ability to hear, to listen is a huge virtue. I love your story too. I am glad you are connecting to what is most important. Family, memories, and realizing without our parents, grandparents and life experiences we would be most sad. They aren't always perfect but eventually as you get older, you wonder why you ever got upset, it was silly and you move on faster and forgive even more. Time does heal our hearts and make us realize the most important people and things in life. And it isn't your 2022 Ford pickup. You know what I mean. Its your heart, your soul and spirit and the blessings of God. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
I enjoy your videos and look forward to them. Thank you for your time and sharing of your culture. What a blessing you are in these troubling times. Once again thank you and God Bless You.
Anna, my granddaughter, that’s what I consider you to be, thank you for your kind words that have such a deep meaning during these times in our history, but what knowledge we are gaining as well. I hope you chuckled a bit, we need that to brighten our days. Hugs galore. Navajo Grandma
Thank you so much 😀. Well I promise you when you live out in the reservation there is nothing to make you forget, we had no distractions at all. We got up and knew our work, and each day was sober and wisdom from our grandparents. I was the opposite, I loved to play with the chickens and roosters, boy I was creative as there was no other child to hang out with. Chogo our Palomino Stallion was my buddy, when he was home and the baby lambs and goats were my friends. Now and then father horny toad lizard whom we called our grandfather would come and sit in the sun and watch me. The dogs never bothered me. I could always smell my Bizhi's cooking and smelled the coffee I knew my father instructed my grandparents that I could never drink, and the smell of Navajo Tea filled the air. It was absolutely marvelous. The air was crisp and clean and wonderful. I could hear my Nali reporting to my Bizhi his Council meeting and the tales of his ride to Window Rock as he slept on the ground a few nights before getting there. Sometimes he would be lucky to have my Maternal grandparents family home to invite him in to be fed and sleep in their Cha'oh. That brought him joy. You see everything brought joy and that was life. Clarity of living, just no distractions but living. Sober living. Real genuine living. No one does that anymore, well I guess the sheepherders do and the cowboys out on the range. Now that is real. Also it is the best. Hearing coyotes howling, dogs barking at night, the shooting stars through the roof of the Hogan opening, the sparks flying from the stove in competition with the shooting stars filled my mind with treasured memories. That is what others called poverty, but we indeed were more wealthy in life than the rich and wealthy. Have you ever noticed wealthy people are angry, haughty, strung up, no patience, selfish, naughty, unforgiving, most of all that they matter more than others and others were puny bugs walking about their feet that they could squash at any moments they pleased because they had money. I loved poverty. But we weren't. It was just a white mans word. We were wealthy in so many ways. I loved being adventurous and this video is about when I was and I don't believe I ever was again. Shi Nali made sure of that. Instead we went for horse rides and galloped on the horse, we saw big huge snakes like pythons laying across the roads or pathways, Chogo would rear up a little but usually leaped over them. I watched him do that. So when there was a rattler I leaped over them while running to my Bizhi when I came back from school to grab her with my tears and hurrel her about with hugs and tears again. How I missed her. Growing up was the worse. I wanted to stay a little girl always with my Nali and Bizhi. I believe the worse think I ever heard was, my aunt Pita, my father's step sister, and daughter of my Nali and Bizhi say to me, "your Bizhi loved you so deeply, she use to stand on the hill hoping to see your dad's pickup truck with you riding in the back with your hair blowing all over the place. But you never returned, not when she was hoping. You were her baby, you were her's. She missed you so much but you never came back enough times. (I cried like you can't believe) I was growing up and had been in Utah going to school and when I returned daddy picked us up and we headed to my Nali and Bizhi's house. Later we had to work and things didn't happen where we went out there as much. When we did, my Bizhi and Nali were always so bright eyed to see me and my family. I always hugged and nestled next to my Bizhi and she would hold me. My 11th grade year was really the last real times I was there, I was being prepared for a beauty contest called Miss Northern Navajo. I got 1st place. My Bizhi dressed me, I worse my Nali's concho belt that eventually he gave me, my ex stupid husband took it and sold it in LA. He was awful!! I found out and wept for years and even now. He was an awful person. I am always thankful I divorced him. Its awful I stayed with him because of my children. Later when he beat up my eldest son, I finally had enough and called the police and they dragged him out and he threatened me. He is still awful. He hurt our whole family like no one else had and he will like he said about himself, "damned for eternity. I know this to be true. Sorry. I best stop as there is so much in life. Tell your story and you will come to realize how much you remember thru tears, happy times, smiles and such occasions you never knew you could remember. I pray you do for your posterity. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
Oh my, what an experience for a little girl. It's too bad they filled the burial place in with rocks. When I was little, my Dad used to be sent on business trips out west, and he would make a family vacation out of it. One time he and a few of his co-workers (and families) were staying in the same motel. One of the families had a little girl that was about 10 years old who made terrible fun of me, so I locked her in a phone booth, and walked away! hahahahaha She never made fun of me again! (and I didn't get in trouble either, because I was only four, LOL).
Well I taught my children and teachers at school, “if there is any kind of consistent bullying, I have given my children approval to bust some jaws if need be.” Of course I first taught patience, understanding, walking in the other person’s shoes, as maybe the person maybe experiencing things like we do as being made fun of and bullied because of the mere fact of being Native. Teaching wisdom & seeing the results in my children was breathtaking as their teachers saw my children’s leadership, calming fight situations with fellow students, helping their teachers know when some Hispanic student didn’t have lunch, or was being picked on. Their teachers praised them, in elementary all of my children excelled beyond their A++ status, made forever friends whom still gather around them. There was one person as my sons grew up wanted to punch out for not providing for us. Came close but never did as they finally expressed their hurt and pain to this person even when they knew it was not appreciated as per their suffering. Your story brought out a lot to me even tho you were young. Sometimes you gotta do what you did. It worked. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
Hit there "Not Alone Brown," yes, my Nali was one who walked on water for sure. Wisdom is what he breathed. Kindness was his sword and strength in character was his life with love for others. Great compassion. Look what he did just to put my shoes on without a bother. I never realized this until I was older and thats sad but good now. Navajo Grandma
@@NavajoGrandma I'm sure you are just such a gift as he was, to your grandbabies. Thank you so much for sharing the gift of his wisdom and love with us.
Thank you so much!! Welcome and welcome again, take off you coat, your shoes and warm up to our fire. Stay a while. Watch, listen, learn and enjoy. Navajo Grandma
Yup I got in trouble, then forgiven, but man were those raisins the bomb! I love chocolate covered raisins to this day, or just plain raisins. Great memories and I can't believe I told this story because its been in my head and heart for so long and glad I finally shared it with the world. Glad you enjoyed it. Hugs from Grandma
That’s an awesome life adventure☀️ I’ll bet the spirits of those shells were laughing and keeping you safe. Children are pure, they can’t do bad. Not real bad anyway🌅
Amy sweet comment. You made me laugh. Well back in the reservation there is no more to do than be real, and what I did. There were zero distractions and I remember so much. Yes, I believe the spirits were laughing and thinking what the heck is this little doing here. Today, if I found a ladder I would not go down there, you would have to pay me well. Even then I wouldn't. Faith of a child. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
Wow! What an experience! Poor babygirl…. That must have been so scary for everyone involved. It’s the shoes that get me the most… I can just imagine your grandfather with his head in his hands face palming just thinking oh my gosh, what did my grandchild do.
As you can tell what I did and where I went all alone trusting I was okay and to do what I did has never left me. Mostly what my NALI felt, as a child I know he was beside himself. Worse when he and the medicine man went to where I went & saw what I found was disturbing the dead and eating their food and worse changing their shoes inviting them to return. Yup, for a people seeped in culture and tradition I really did an awful thing. Granted my NALI said he loved me but didn’t like what I did and he reminded to always remember that. I never have. Thus I taught my Nalis wisdom of great love and understanding. Navajo Grandma
You asked us to tell a story of when we were about 4 years old. My story, when I was 4, my mother had a record. It was the song Candy by Big Maybelle, Candy was about a woman singing about Candy, the man she loved. I would sing and perform this song 🍬 candy, hoping mommie would give me some candy. Sometimes she gave me some, sometimes she didn't. At the end of my performance, I'd say, "now mommie, may I please may I have some candy." Listen to this song Candy please. It's on UA-cam
Cindy thank you for taking your precious time to watch and enjoy my little life on the Eastern Navajo Agency reservation. Grandma so appreciates this. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
Denise my life in my early learning stages were blessed to being taught by my Paternal grandparents. How blessed was I? These formative years thru poverty gave us spin and adventure into the unknown with learning experiences I created for myself and got in trouble with but learned to never do this again. Like walking off 7 miles from where I was suppose to be. Adventure was in my blood and I was bear footed no less. I lived thru it all and learned wonderful lessons. I miss my Nali and Bizhi and thank you for appreciating my childhood. Hugs from Navajo Grandma
I feel like your Grandpa is sitting right next to youu, when yoou are telling the story, your so cute, no wonder your Grandpa loved you so much and still does.....
Thank you for this lovely comment. I sure miss my NALI. He and my Bizhi were ever so kind to me raising me. What they put up with was always deeper love and understanding a granddaughter. I am blessed to have had these experiences. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
I know that is what others have said, I did write a book but haven't done anything with it. Thank you for believing in grandma. I am now on my own in editing my own videos and hope you all still understand and continue my teachings and all that I can share. Love you. Navajo Grandma
Jackie, yes you are right, they were shocked, but forgave me and never stopped loving me. Stay with me, there is more this coming New Year. Wishing you excellent health, joy and happiness. Navajo Grandma
Well any sinew that works, it can be plant, or just wood sticks that are always useful for this, and all of these do pick at the teeth or are useful like dental floss. My Nali always used cedar wood slivers and the like. It was natural to see all the men break off a piece of wood and use it as a toothpick. Navajo Grandma
I just found this this morning August 8th 2024. I love the story it is so touching because you were so innocent being such a little girl. Your grandfather did walk on water... He understood with love and compassion knowing you didnt do anything really wrong...what a loving soul. You were Blessed with him as he was with you...we are all teachers as well as "students" for each other, NO MATTER the age.
And you dear lady are in still teaching...all around you, reaching out into the world ..i Thank you for opening all these doors about your personal life and the Navajo.. Dine' ... way of life. You are very special to me and I have my son to thank for introducing me to your videos.
Thank you for you and your stories...your wisdom...it is FELT in people's hearts and creates thought...we all need calming, quiet thought , Thank you
Love, Light, Peace of Mind and always GRATITUDE 🌄❤️🌄🙏🫂💚🌀🤍🌄
Yvonne, you spoke with the tongue of angels. No one could have spoken more wise and with such clarity. Very humbling to read your comment more so about my Nali, Paternal gpa, he did walk on water. His demeanor was powerful, his presence was known no matter even if he was trying to be obtrusive. His wisdom, understanding, his peace, beauty of soul & spirit, was filled with balance & harmony. He had his fill of deep heartaches, falsely imprisoned by ranchers who came in & took lands, raped, herded Dine" people, eroded the lands where Dine' herbs, food, fruits and other natural mainstays were depended upon which grew. He said God planted our sustenance & we were to treat the land belonging to no one with humble prayerful respect. The erosion from the ranchers cattle, horses, sheep all destroyed the once thriving lands into a near dust bowl. Sage grew in the places of grass, disease introduced to man & animals & more that molded this great man into a submissive, holy man, who looked to the heavens for all that life was meted out to him. As a little girl I loved his demeanor of complete kindness & empathy. He is sorely missed. Yet I find I was under his tutelage without realizing it. Thank you for coming to Navajo Grandma. Remain wonderful, wise and teaching me thru your lovely comment. Thank your son for bringing you here where you are loved, where you matter and are needed. Hugs from Navajo Grandma
You are a cultural treasure! I just found your channel and i love listening to your stories! You are wise and beautiful! I am a grandma, too!
Oh zabdelhady, welcome grandma to grandma. Every subscriber is my grandchild and hope you can handle that. What kind works of Hozho you just gave to Navajo Grandma. Thank you for taking the time to watch and learn even more than you already know. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
I'm Muskogee and Seminole, my wife is Choctaw and Huron and I showed this video to her and my children who are grown and they enjoyed it so much. They way you speak of your grandpa reminded my wife of her papa and the love she still has for him even though he has been long deceased. As I learn more about the dine and their traditions as well as superstitions. I can only imagine how terrified your grandma was when she saw the pottery you were holding. Thank you for your stories, this is one of my favorites. Hagoone
Awwww the life of a 4 year old Navajo kiddo loved by her Nali and Bizhi. They raised me you know. How I miss them. Thank you for sharing this with your family. I love that I can help bring out our Navajo traditions, culture and family everyday experiences and across the Native board, always accepted and refused by a few. We are all family and that is what bonds us together. I pray we all learn this before the Coming of Christ. He walked among us you know. Those stories are like daggers to a lot of Natives cuz they hate Colonialism so they say. I then retort: why is heck did our ancestors build Temples? Why were they so far advanced technologically. You all should go to Chaco Canyon, New Mexico. Such an amazing place and the history is incredible. My Nali and his father(ggrandfather) renovated that place with 12 other Medicine men. These medicine men were trusted as white men would steal by hoisting themselves down the cliffs and take whatever pottery, arrows, jewelry or any artifacts they could find in the dark. Sad but true. This was the melting pot of every person who came from Alaska, Canada, Mexico, the Eastern Seaboard, South as far as Florida. Many of the feathers and artifacts not indigenous to Chaco Canyon were found to have been traded from many different parts of the world. Just amazing. Great comment. Hugs from Navajo Grandma
@@NavajoGrandma the things the white man has done to the native americans and still continues to do is appalling. I'm part white and I hate what they did. But I can no more change history than I can move a mountain. God our creator will deal with those who have done such horrible things. Just doing my best to stay on the Beauty path. Take care grandma, hagoone.
Wow, the way I see it Great Spirit led you to some ancestors who shared their gifts with you because you were hungry. Maybe they even laughed when you switched their shoes? Thank you for sharing your history, culture, and memories with us.
Well I know the Great Spirit also made my Nali (Paternal Gpa) pay a nice price for my incident. I am sure those who got their shoes changed and more so the ones who had the food did laugh at a little one doing what I did. I always swear my innocence tho. Thank you for watching again. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
I love your stories! Especially stories about your grandpa, your face just lights up! You should consider illustrating your stories for children's books! You are very talented!
Brilliant idea
Vibrant I have a story book I sketched just for that. Soon to be out. So much to do. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
Yes, your drawings were really well done!
@@NavajoGrandma is your book out yet?...
@@patches4470 You know I wouldn't even know how to make a book. I have had so many ideas but how to do this is beyond me right now. You know it doesn't just happen. Its time consuming and yes I would love to do this though. Still involved in this Navajo Nation Election problems as a presidential candidate. Love you. Navajo Grandma
But that was a sense that was innocent and and yet beautiful and and corrected
WEll at 4 years of age what is innocense right? of course it was innocent and the raisins were lovely to eat. Until my grandma realized it belonged to the dead. Wow. Navajo Grandma
My next videos will involve defining myself, a sober one, then excitedly moving towards Grandma shearing a sheep for you all. This is an opener with videos on the weaving loom, rugs, carding and spinning dowel with weaving accessories. Its getting exciting to learn more about Dine' textile. Please watch and learn. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
Thanks Navajo Grandma's for sharing life's experiences.
Thank you BJ. Its amazing what you can remember out in the reservation. Some people say how can you remember so much. I tell them out in the reservation there is no distractions back in those days. You didn't have TV, cell phones, and all the worldly stuff. You lived life and it was real and you did everything right in front of you and in real time, you were sober and thus you remembered. I remember so much its crazy. Navajo Grandma
@@NavajoGrandma when so young, you are like a sponge taking Life in and learning Everything for the first time. Experienced so much I remember so we'll. People do not Believe, absorb as we in our innocent generation not connected to the 5G/AI Evil Spirit that has POWER- Mind Controls over US. !!
@@bjoburn7821 BJ you are so perfectly spot on. I love you and your comment. I love you and your wisdom. I salute your dignity my dear one. So honored to have you in our Navajo Grandma family. Hugs eternally. Navajo Grandma
I really love the story! So amazing and probably something I would do. I spent a lot of time playing with trees, looking at plants and discovering insects in my backyard. I always enjoyed being with the creator and his creation since a very young child. The booth looks like a sukkah! I built one every year for a special festival..
Janice, that booth is a shade tree house, very ventilated as I tried to draw. Very open for sitting in the shade to weave, talk and eat or just contemplating. Most of us at 4.5 don't really remember but I sure do. There was nothing to distract me and my memory is very sharp, and this one time is when I clearly remember walking and enjoying being alone and discovering my raisins. Glad you listened and hope you have subscribed to watch and learn even more. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
I got to the end and 'saw' a children's book from this! It would teach and illustrate what that experience means for 4 and 5 year old kids to understand? Maybe? I love your illustrations.
Thank you Kerri, love your comments. Yes it is indeed a children's book but how many adults have heard this and realize there is a moral to this story according to each person's understanding. Its not always the same. Our interpretations are personal and matter so greatly. Simple illustrations. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
Grandma your drawings are amazing. Are you an artist? If not you should be. Outside of my grandmothers i didn't have a good childhood. I dont remember much. So when i hear you stories they make me happy. Your such a good storyteller. I listened to it while i was working and got completely engrossed by it. Love you and look forward to seeing you again.
Sarah, my dear granddaughter, you are so precious as are your sweet comments. I hope it gave you a chuckle, a smile and brightened your days before we celebrate our pagan holiday called Christmas. Merry Christmas and a Grand New Year!! I am not an artist, I just love to draw what I have gone thru. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
All I was missing is a little fire pit to sit around nice and cozy to listen to you. I really enjoyed listening to your story as a little girl. My jaw dropped when you said that you found out they were "not moving!" Oh my .... I wish that I was your friend at that time, adventuring, exploring and getting in trouble and cleansed along with you - Lol... Thank you for the smiles and laughs today!
Yup, you should've been there. It doesn't really hit you until later in life you realize what you actually did. I wouldn't go down there today if my life depended upon it. Crazy. I love that you would be getting in trouble with me, how hilarious and being cleansed together. I just love your comment. Hugs always. Navajo Grandma
'Grandma'! When I watched this, I laughed so LOUD and long, my neighbors must have heard me! Thank YOU for sharing this! Thank YOU for connecting me to who I am!
Hi there, thank you for watching and keeping me on FB. What a good person you are. I am happy to hear you laughed as I do when I watch this when I have time. Too busy scheduling all the knowledge of my childhood I can muster. Hugs always. Navajo Grandma
That story was wonderful, I loved the twisted turns it took. What a child you were.
Thank you for taking the time to watch my raisin video. It was a twist and turn in my mind as a child. Memories never fade. Thank you for subscribing and hope you continue to enjoy and watch and learn. Navajo Grandma
Loved your story😆 despite the sad ending. And i can imagine that sweet curious lively little girl setting off on her adventure with her bread and cheese 🥰. My four and a half year old, is hanging in my arms right now, enjoying this story too. I'm inspired now to make your fried bread, i've been meaning to give it a go since i discovered you and your recipe. Greetings from Australia too, so happy we are able to reach out across cultures and distances and connect, thank you so much for sharing. Good health and happiness to you and yours Navajo Grandma, I just adore you and am so thankful to be learning your wisdom 😊 ❣
Hugs and thank you for being my grandchild and subscriber and for your lovely posterity. Navajo Grandma
My best friend is Navajo just like me she didn't get to experience a lot of her culture growing up I'm really glad I ran into your Channel and am able to show it to her we are both very very grateful sending love your way😁❤😁
Just a little clarification I myself am not Navajo just my best friend I am of Aztec decent, both of us are biracial, native fathers and white mothers 😁
That's awesome! Welcome again and again to learn and watch and learn again. Hugs always. Navajo Grandma
No matter, we all learn from each other. Cousins right? Navajo Grandma
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I just love you so much! I came across you this past week. Thank you for sharing your life stories and heritage. Five fingers, I love the old ways of doing things, they are the best! This story of you as a child, made me hold my breath...I thought oh no she's walking off, she's going to get lost. I could see you in my mind walking off with your biscuit and cheese in hand! I laughed so hard... kids are so innocent, you just wanted to do the right thing and be helpful. This story really did touch my heart. I'm looking forward to watching more of your videos.... you are very good company in the dark of the night! Once again thank you and take care, be safe!
Glad to know that watching and learning can calm your nerves at night. Take good care and hugs. Navajo Grandma
What a story, your great. Can you imagine a little kid walking that far now days.
Joyce, it was quite a long walk but with the energy of a little child, it was a piece of cake. Navajo Grandma
Grandma 💓 Incredible story!! That was truly a miracle!! You were blessed 💗🙏💗
Thank you and I still love raisins, the chocolate raisins from Costco. Yum. Nothing like the anasazi raisins I had to spit out. Oh well, I was cleansed LOL! I loved my Nali and how he handled this whole situation. I am blessed. Thank you for watching and hearing. I wasn't sure if I should tell this but I did. Little ones get into things and I did. Hugs to you and is it snowing there? It is snowing everywhere up north and more north. Freezing!! Its suppose to snow until Friday - "YIKES!!" Love you so. Ni Masani
Shi Masani', it's warming up today, thank God 🙏 it was cold last night. No snow. We so look forward to meeting you & family. This morning I awoke to this thought, "Grandma found the archaeological find of the century!!" Another amazing Miracle Hashem blessed you with!! I can't wait for my husband to watch your video. He's going to watch it now. I love our history, & you convey it so well!! Love you Grandma 💓 Be safe & well in your travels. God bless you!!
@@dlem2110 You are so precious. Thank you for being so receptive as that is the kind of spirit and soul you are. Love that. Navajo Grandma
Great story, i could picture it all! You are a natural born teacher/storyteller. Thanks for sharing stories, scenery location, i miss the desert, the people, the language and Navajo country in general.
Vickie thank you for your consistent kind words. Hugs always. Navajo Grandma
I love your stories and drawings. I think I’m drawn to you because you remind me of my great grandmother Josie and great grandfather Tomas, put together. The have passed away and I miss them soooo so much. I feel their presence and believe they watch over me. My great grandfather was so loving and caring, and I always felt safe and protected and understood by him. Anyway, what a wild and amazing story! I would read a book about your life! 💕
Thank you sweetheart Ariel Marie, thank you for taking the time to watch, listen and learn. What an honor it is to be known in your life and associated with wonderful grandparents. Its an honor being a grandparent. Some folks say, I wish I had my grandchildren first, and I use to think, what? Well, now I know why. Silly but true. I haven't written my life story but working on it through videos. You need to write your story too Ariel. I can feel your heart and it is good. I know there is so much to tell and write. Love you. Navajo Grandma
wow Navajo Grandma , what a story. I can see it like a movie in my mind as you tell it. it has so many levels of emotions but I love the strong bond of your grandfather and you the most. it always touches my heart.
Its amazing when you are on the reservation, people say, how can you remember so much? Well for one thing, we don't have distractions like the city folks have. When I return back to where my grandfather and grandmother's homes were, I weep as you have seen I think, its way so emotional as they were my Mom & Dad in my formative years more than my own parents. That umbilical tie was strong and stronger now as I age. I can remember tons more and sometimes I am sitting I remember and I jot down what is coming to my heart and spirit and mind. I remember and rejoice as I know God has been good to me to remember. As it teaches goodness. Yes, that bond was great. When I left for school and moved away, I wept and wept. It tore me up. Then I got so involved in school, I didn't go back as I should have. We did return to gpa and gma's place and that connection was powerful, but the life I had to lead took me away. When I heard my Bizhi died, my heart was never the same. My Nali died when I was pregnant with my 3rd child and no one allowed me to go to the funeral. It was that to Navajo's a not to do and was not allowed for a pregnant woman to go to a funeral. They thought it might put me into to labor and some women did and died. I never got to see my Nali.. I weep when I go to his grave now. I talk with him and miss him so dearly. He was my rock in life. One sad note is when I met my auntie, daughter of my Nali and Bizhi. She gave me my Bizhi's red blanket and said, "never tell anyone I gave this to you. You see these people are horribly superstitious. So my auntie said to me, when you went away, your Bizhi stood on a hill daily, she could see cars coming down a road far way. Everyday she would say, Oh that is Bizhinlth bah coming, but the cars never turned her way. I almost died hearing this. As I use to go see her after the school weekends. I use to run thru the sage brushes, jumping over snake and would find her and hurl her into the air with hugs. She was my mother. She was everything to me. Then I went away that is what my auntie told me. When my Bizhi died, I almost died holding onto her hands, kissed her forehead and laid my head on her breast, I know she suckled me as a baby. She was everything and I wept to my heart bursting, I couldn't bring back those days I should have come to her. She only held on so long, she was sheep herding on that hill just in case I showed up and had a heart attack. Its been so hard, but I go to her grave and talk to her too. She is laid by my Nali. There are some remorses I have and that is my biggest. Please if your grandma is alive, go to her, hold her hands, hug her, listen to her stories. Make tea with her for her and learn from her. And including your grandfather too. So are my remorses. Thanks for listening. Love you. Navajo Grandma
Wow Thankyou grandma! I would like to tell you, this morning i found a necklace i made many years ago, after having watched a few of your videos i came to this story and it gave me shivers all over my body. The necklace i had made has an arrowhead on it and it felt like i was dreaming within your story. I love you thhankyou for eating the raisins x x x x
Gabriela, you made me chuckle for thanking me for eating the raisins. They were really yummie. Thank you for watching, learning and enjoying. Hugs always. Navajo Grandma
The elders miss their grandchildren. Visit your grandparents now while they are awake. I went to a Polynesian gathering in the desert near Tooele when I was 8-10. I found 5-7 sticks laying in the brush that were 15 ft long. I chose one and balanced it on my open palm without letting it fall for a bit. An auntie asked me to put it back when I was done and not break it because there was a game planned that involved the sticks. I put it back right away and realized that sticks that long probably don't occur naturally in the desert. Our Uncle and neighbor Wayne told us we needed to go home that evening instead of camping for the weekend because we didn't bring enough water, but I can't help but wonder as an adult of it was because I didn't respect the game that the sticks are a part of. If I did, I wish they had spanked me and maybe taught me about the game its importance. Thank you for helping us heal by sharing
Ben there were things that happened to us all. We need to reconcile all of these, ask questions even now for clarification so we would have a better understanding, then again, if it was critical maybe family could’ve helped you along by yes explaining things to you. I know many didn’t do that as when we were young but now as we are adults we need to pick up the sticks, explain their importance and why and how they were used, thus blessing yourself and others to not experience similar episodes. we are all in a constant learning stage. And that is good. Navajo Grandma
Was that a custom to make burial sites below ground like that? This is so interesting ❤️ That is interesting about the raisins. There is so much to learn about my Navajo heritage. My Grandfather was one that was adopted from the Navajo Nation. I never met him or learned about the Native American culture. Thank you 💕 You are very amazing woman 💕
This was not a Dine' burial it was a Pueblo (Anasazi) Kiva that I happen to discover. I have never heard of burials in a Kiva myself but that is what my Nali explained and remember this was from thousands of years before. These were mummies. So don't compare them to our Dine' burials. I thought you knew the difference between a Kiva and a Hogan. The Kivas in Chaco are deep in the ground if you have been to Chaco Canyon. The hogan is above ground. Navajo Grandma
Thank you for sharing your childhood memories so we can learn from them. You were actually trying to make things right even at such an early age. Bless You
You are so welcome! I still love raisins. Some say how do you remember so much? I say, we did not have TV, we did have a radio, but our lives were not disrupted, it was simple and the zero distractions brings such wonderful memories that are etched upon our minds of life on the reservation in the Eastern Agency of the Navajo Nation. Thank you for your lovely comment. Hugs from Navajo Grandma
When I was around the same age you were when you switched the shoes and ate the raisins, I stole a lollipop from a grocery store. I thought they were free because they were in a big barrel with no visible price sign and I was used to getting free lollipops at the doctor. When my Mom put me in my car seat to go home, she saw my lollipop and asked me where I got if from. I told her and she immediately began yelling at me and informing me that I stole. She made me go back in the store and report my crime to the manager. This was a huge deal for me because I was a shy little thing. Needless to say, I cried through my whole confession. The store manager felt so bad for me that she told my Mom I could keep the candy. However, my Mother told her no because if I kept the lollipop l, I wouldn't learn that stealing was wrong.
Hi, thank you so much for sharing. Isn't it amazing what we all have gone through as a young child. At the time it seems like such a tragedy but as you grow older, you realize, our parents, grandparents, relatives or, whoever, was our caretaker or babysitter, teacher, etc. really tried to do their best to teach us morals, behavior, etc. Its just sometimes the way they did it kinda still seeps into our memory like, "what?" "why"...I was just a little kid man. But then look what an amazing person you turned out to be right? I realize so much when I remember, and have retained so much of my childhood on the Navajo reservation with my paternal grandparents. I remember so much because there were very very few distractions and I know how much there was when I would go back to the city, like TV, radio, TV, radio, school, just trying to learn, play, remain strong when I was away from my mom and grandparents. We turned out okay don't you think? When I look back it amazes me that God found me out in a desert in poverty, led me, trained me, starved me, taught me, loved me and it turned out good. Hugs. Navajo Grandma.
I can feel your pain. Your mom should have let you have that lollipop.
Dear Navajo Grandma Thankyou so much for your amazing story. One of the most amazing stories I ever heard. Love you so much! Love your Grandfather's wisdom and love and kindness to You. I love your memory art sketches so much. Are you making a storybook? Wonderful for all ages💜💜💜💜💜
Yes, I have a book and wrote a small one for children. Navajo Grandma
Great story Grandma. Thank you.☮️💖🎶
My little life. Thanks for watching. Hugs from Navajo Grandma
Oh Grandma! That was so innocent and cute. I loved the changing of the shoes!! Thank you for sharing these wonderful stories.
May our Heavenly Fathers choice blessings be poured out upon you.
You are so welcome and to think it was the mind of a 4.5 year old that was so innocent. When I watched my 4.5 year old children I couldn't imagine them walking 7 miles alone, but then again I could. Out in the reservation its miles of sage brush, lizards, cicada's whistling, stray sheep or goats, birds flying around, snakes here and there. It was a community of life that you knew who you understood. No fear, just innocense everywhere. Yup I did it, changed the deads shoes to welcome back to haunt us all. I giggled when my Nali retold me more about the situation from what I remembered. He said, "you were innocent, I knew it, and you just did what a curious mind would do, that is how you learn." Thank goodness it wasn't more curious cuz he said there were large snakes in the dark from where I had changed the shoes. They call them "dayolth." They are like pythons which crawl and are the length of the width of a road. Big suckers but their bite is not the worry, its their senching and squeezing once they wrap themselves around you. Yikes! But God knew I had to live and to become Navajo Grandma with wonderful souls like you in my life and family. Grandma loves you. Goodnight.
What a cute, interesting story, I wish I lived next door to you, because I could sit long times and listen to all your stories! And taste your frybread, too . I love your videos! Keep them coming ,much love, from Texas
Thank you so much! As always Lisa. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
Thank you for the story. It brought up childhood memories for me as well. I was also raised by my grandparents until I was four, so I can relate the special connection you have with them. I love your drawings. I am really enjoying your channel, especially during these times.
Jena thank you for understanding and that we do have something in common. Appreciate your kind words. Keep watching and learning. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
Wow! What are the chances you would start digging in that spot? So sad to hear that the sight was probably looted and destroyed. Thank you for sharing your story, and I look forward to hearing more in the future.
Well if you subscribe you should have a few videos to enjoy watching and learning from. It is my pleasure and knowledge to share with all of my grandchildren, you included. Navajo Grandma
Thank you for sharing such a wonderful story. What a wonderful loving grandpa! God bless and share more.
It's coming up. Traveling to Boston for research. Thank you for being receptive. Axhehee. Navajo Grandma
Great Story
@@georgehaverly741 Thank you. Navajo Grandma
Like your story and like your sketches 😊
Thank you so much. Hugs from Navajo Grandma
How is your experience with raisins today? So funny! Brave girl! Adventures abound!
Cute comment Paula. So you’re a future homesteader eh? Wonderful goal. Thank you for watching and enjoying. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
Such a beautiful innocent lesson. Thank you for sharing your stories/ life with us.
Thanks for watching! I wasn’t going to tell but my children said, you need to. Thanks for watching again. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
@@NavajoGrandma they were right! The beautiful past has been almost erased from the minds of today. Its become such an odd thought for a child to be a independent being out on the land. When I was a child, I had that freedom to explore on my own! It was such a beautiful feeling that I have passed down to my children. Thank you again for sharing your adventure. You have such a peaceful way of speaking and are quite lovely to listen to.
Omg. What an interesting story. Very unexpected, but very interesting. You had awesome grandparents. You’ve led an interesting life. I could sit and listen to you all day. ❤️❤️❤️
Glad you enjoyed it!
I love your story and your illustrations! You’re very generous to share your life lessons. ❤️
You are so welcome! It is something I have always wanted to do as I feel so blessed having been raised by my Nali and Bizhi, paternal grandparents on the Eastern Agency reservation, not what is known as the Navaja Nation in the far western part of NM and greater parts of AZ. I just felt compelled by the spirit to do so before my son asked me to do this. Glad you so enjoy this. Navajo Grandma
What an adventure and discovery! Thank you for sharing.
Glad you enjoyed it! Those were the days my dear little self. Quite an experience and I have never forgotten this. Thank you and appreciate you watching and learning about grandma. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
You are amazing! Thank you for sharing your story and your life!!!
Sweet Wendy77 always with a kind comment for Grandma. Thank you so much for watching and listening and learning grandma's little life living with her paternal grandparents. Thank you always. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
o lord I had a feeling where this story was going when u said the people didnt move. but I still cant stop laughing.
Yup dead mummies that a 4.5 year old never heard of or could comprehend. Oops. Navajo Grandma
Thank you, again, for sharing your stories. They bring me joy. I, too, cherish my grandfather and I miss him dearly. Your stories of how gentle and patient your grandfather was reminds me of mine. Keep your beautiful stories coming. Lots of love to you.
Lisa Lou, Superman has nothing on our grandpas. Grandpa was Superman and beyond. Strong, kind, gentle, tender and full of courage, pure leadership from a Dine’ power house of a native man. I salute his dignity as he did walk on water. HERES to our grandfathers. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
What a story! You’re Grandma a Grandpa were wonderful people And we see that through you.
gredah, you are an outstanding with awesome insight. Excellent comments. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
Thank you grandma for the lesson. I love you.
You are so welcome. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
I love your stories. Your memories are precious.
Thank you Patricia. When you live on the reservation there are vivid memories and not much to make you forget. Such a wonderful place I grew up in. Thanks for watching. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
You told this story beautifully, I nearly felt that I was there with you. I believe the only odd thing that I can think about myself is that I ate a little bit of dirt, I sat down added water to the soft river off-white sand and had about 2 bites. No one told me to this, I was alone and had the strong want to eat the soft beautiful earth.
Jessica, We all ate dirt, great niacin. What a sweet clear description of those years long ago that you brought back with clarity. Just precious no matter what it contained. Write this down, re-read it on a cloudy day or when you are down and smile. Write everything you might have felt, and how you feel about it now. And why the soft beautiful earth looked delicious. Thank you so much this is precious. Navajo Grandma
Thank you for sharing this beautiful story! I remember my Grandpa holding me on his knee, and telling me I was pretty. I thought he must be mistaken, or was just being nice, because if I was pretty, no one else had noticed it. He used to lecture. But I loved his lectures.
Well grandpa was right when he said you were pretty. And yes my NALI lectured my dad too, I know because he loved his son so much. Precious comment. Navajo Grandma
Navajo Grandma your stories are great. Thank You for sharing your life adventures growing up.
Thanks for watching and hope you enjoyed this. Navajo Grandma
your videos are wonderful. thank you so much for sharing this story ❣️
I almost didn’t tell this, but glad I did. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
Wow grandma! Very interesting story, at that age you are tempted to do something wrong. Grandparents will scold you, but inside they truly love you. Thank you grandma and take care!😙
So true!
I love this story thank you for sharing
Thanks for listening. Navajo Grandma
What a good story. Thank you.
Crystal thank you for watching and enjoying my raisin story. What can you say about a 4.5 year old. Some say, how do you remember so much, and my answer is, we didn't have distractions on the reservation, it was desert, it was chickens, roosters, hens, horses, sheep, goats, corrals, hogans, grandma, grandpa and my aunties. It was survival and when I played, I played picking the hen eggs, walking, exploring how to dig in the sand, watching the helicopter insects flying about, playing with broken glass. I just remember so much and more. So glad I didn't have this kind of life we have now. Well anywho, this was my life. Take care. Navajo Grandma
THANK YOU so much for sharing your experience, I love your illustrations too.
You are so welcome, again welcome to Navajo Grandma
Oh my goodness what a story Navajo Grandma ....how amazing what are the odds that you went to that exact location and even found that place .....My goodness.... Thank God you are okay.
How many 4 to 5 year olds do you believe are fearful? Not when you are not taught fear. When that hole got bigger, I jumped back and saw the ladder just like the ones at Pueblo Bonito. It was very familiar, no doubt, I looked down and saw a lot of arrowheads and it intrigued me and it was hot, the coolness of the air felt wonderful you have to realize. The rest is history. Gpa said later, there were snakes called in Dine' Bizaad called "Diyoolth," that are like pythons that had made a home in the dark away from where I was. When they went back those snakes went back into their holes. Thank goodness. Again do you see how protected I was. Sheesh again. Navajo Grandma
@@NavajoGrandma Oh my gosh... really .... You are absolutely protected by our MOST WONDERFUL CREATOR and our ancestors that's for sure! I'm so happy you're okay ❤️. I'm so happy I came across your channel. It's truly an honor!
@@aprilarmijo6967 Thank you. Navajo Grandma
Hello, I miss my grandparents. Great story... I was waiting for you to explain the shoes. Yea my dad used to yell at my sister for putting her shoes on wrong. He used to tell her that her spirit would walk backwards blinded and never find its way back. Thank you for sharing...
Janice loved your comment. I did explain that I had changed the shoes of the dead folks in that place. Natives turn their dead folks shoes wrong side out to be sure they do not return. Superstitions of the day back then. How funny your dad was but for some it really was true. Thank you for watching. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
@@NavajoGrandma thanks for replying it is good to know the stories you share it takes me back, yea and the horny toad was scrared. But never understood why... but I respected it bcz my grandpa said.
Thank you for sharing your experience 😊 🙏
My pleasure 😊. Thank you for watching and appreciating
@@NavajoGrandma well I had some weird life experiences also sooo it takes guts to share our taboo or embarrassing moments in life ..but I realize that what ever religion or science you believe in we are all family members on this space ship 🚀
I have learned
From thank u .. 💫
You wonder why Navajo Grandma loves you so much because you are so teachable!! That childhood Godly gift is Holy, a desire to learn!! So you are a daughter of God who has given you this TEACHABLE gift. Hang onto it sweetheart. I wish I could just hug you to let you know you are wonderful. My dear j o!! Keep smiling, cry now and then if you have to, pray always I plead with you, and know YOU MATTER AND ARE NEEDED IN OUR LIVES ON NAVAJO GRANDMA. love & hugs to Grandma's j o from Navajo Grandma
Hi sweet Grandma!!! What a beautiful story!!! I'm saving this video for my great grandchildren. They will love it. 4-5 year olds are full of wonder and some adventurous. I was adventurous too. I tell stories to them, my 7 yr. Old one, always says" take me there". Oh if only we could. 💞
Charlotte, how wonderful, let us know how it all worked out. Navajo Grandma
✨Thank You for Sharing Your Story! A Truly Mystifying Day(s)!✨
Curious, As an Adult--Did You Ever Learn to Make those Tasty Raisins?
Glad You weren't Taken Over by Demons💗... hmm... Wondering about the Shamen's Cleanliness--Graverobbing doesn't sound good on a Resumé... 🤔😂
Love it!! Your comment make me laugh. Yes I still won’t trust a shaman. But loved your comment. Navajo Grandma
That was such an awesome story. Thankyou so much. I just loved it.
Glad you enjoyed it! Thank you Terry for watching and enjoying my little person story. Navajo Grandma
What a great story, thank you for sharing!
Free First Nations, thank you for your kind comment. Hugs for a wonderful New Year! Navajo Grandma
I sure had a giggled thank you
I also laugh now but when that happened it was not funny and how I remember this as clear as a bell, they say. I love raisins still. I love grapes. Out in the reservation we do not grow grapes but some of the pueblos did and at times in the canyon you can find some berries and at times there were grapes there. So I know you understand why the medicine man had to cover me with ash and I had to sleep out in the Shade. I did a no no, but it was a delicious no no. LOL! Happy smiles. Navajo Grandma
Great story. Thank you very much for sharing it with us. Also you have meda a very nice scetch and it helped me to imaging how it was for you to be there.
Thank you again Renata Ra. Navajo Grandma
I love your beautiful stories 😍 that's really hard when you don't understand why they're so upset, especially when your so young
😔 That was quite a lot for a little girl to handle!
That was quite an adventure 😄
Superstitions in cultures don’t help . Karen you would need to know my culture more to understand. This was a true adventure I have never forgotten. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
Hugs to you too dear sweet Grandma❤️
Many cultures around the world have many superstitions lol
But I do love hearing about your family and you growing up,
I have one question ❓
Is live really hard on the res? The reason I ask is because the indigenous people lived free and had beautiful fertil land and could grow so much food, right
But the res is dry and hard to grow crops isn't it? Thank you so much Navajo Grandma ❤️
@@karenbenavente1124 If you were allowed to be industrious having farming equipment to remove all the sage to clear the land and everyone desiring to grow a garden, it would be great. Except you are only allowed so much land and stipulations to your homesite lease. If I could run for Navajo Nation President, I would remove every white trader off the reservation, hire some to help with investments, infrastructure, put some on boards but nothing more. I would allow the Dine’ to develop their economy, hotels, drive-ins, build colleges, schools with the best teachers. I would build jails and a prison on Dine’ land, pay the teachers & police & Firemen their worth. Each Dine’ family would be taught how to farm, wipe our Monsanto on any crops, teach canning, drying fruits, veggies, freezing, dry freezing food to sustain themselves, they would receive stipends for food & living expenses, each agency would develop a cultural center where each family members would teach, share on site how to live on the reservation, what our ancestors taught, preserving the culture, values, morals, language, so much. But our so called leaders don’t give a hoot, too busy filling their pockets. It’s not easy under the circumstances on the reservation, Congress still at the hub of our wheel and for me, I want to cut that umbilical cord. You shouldn’t have asked. Navajo Grandma
Loved the story. Scary.
Boy it has stayed with me many moons and taught me other lessons as well. Thanks for watching. Navajo Grandma
BEAUTIFUL Artist🤗❤️
Thank you again. Gma
@@NavajoGrandma I wish I could draw I'm not an artist I laugh 😂 all I can draw is stick figures 😂 ...
Love Your history. Thank you for sharing. I always think of growing up with my mother and whoa!
Well once you ponder upon your childhood you realize how amazing life was, how your life was protected maybe not by your parents but by God so many times, then the wisdom of your grandparents, teachers and wonderful relatives, traditions and culture that one begins to finally appreciate those who molded their lives, too late but now we finally sing their songs, tell their stories and see the relevance in life & how wonderful and critical they were for because of them we live. life is amazing. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
I realized I had sat listening with my mouth hanging open throughout the story, interspersed with major giggling. I keep seeing my granddaughter in this.
You were very brave and inquisitive. I love the shoe bit. Omg lolololol
But seriously thank goodness you are here to tell the tale...it could have been a sink hole.
Pretty sure their ghosts got a kick outta you that day with the shoes and the raisins. Lol I bet they're still giggling.
Kerri, at times I think too much about it too then scare the crap out of myself. You know the innocense of a child, how they just take everything literally, simple and no thought of fear. That is why parents are needed to teach them. I had no fears, I just literally saw the ladder, I had been down a ladder in my grandpa's (Nali) fruit and food cellar, so it wasn't anything unusual. My trust was simple and down I went. As an adult I thought what if there were snakes, spiders, and all the horrible thoughts. But back then, it was simple and I was always protected by my Nali's morning prayers as well as he blessed us daily with corn pollen and I really believed in it with prayers thru out the day from my Bizhi and Nali. They taught me it was a protection always, thus, I had trust that it was true and to this day I still trust those prayers and my prayers for my posterity. I made it through and yes, I giggle too thinking these spirits are probably thinking, "hey you're eating my raisins for my trip to the spirit world." hahaha. And boy were they good. Yum. Chocolate covered raisins are one of my Christmas favorites. Glad you enjoyed this. I have a book a simple book written and yet to download. Hugs always. Navajo Grandma
@@NavajoGrandma maybe a dedication in the book to your sweet grandfather.
Thank you for sharing your life and stories. I appreciate them so very much.
Omgosh I love the way you tell your experiences 😂❤. And yes it would be tramtic for any child to not know what was going on.
Thank you. Appreciate your receptiveness. Hugs, Navajo Grandma
Ist time viewer... had to sub!
Loved that story!
Awesome! Thank you! Hugs again. Navajo Grandma
Thanks, great story.
Glad you enjoyed it and realize this is when I was 4 years oldish or between 4-5. My love for raisins has never diminished. Love you always. Navajo Grandma
@@NavajoGrandma I love raisins too
@@patches4470 👍👍👍👍💗💗
Great story!
Glad you enjoyed it! Navajo Grandma
I love your story, Ioved my grandpa so much he walked on water too, I knew we were the same I was from him I understood, I use to play and pretend my grandpa was with me in my little fantacy mind playing I still know he is in me or part of my person he taught me how to tie my shoes I love the fact your story reminded me of some very happy memories, I feel gratitude every time I listen to your videos, and always have happy tears what a wonderful story I saw it in my mind as you told it. Thank you
Doug you are a wonderful soul. You are so grateful and your ability to hear, to listen is a huge virtue. I love your story too. I am glad you are connecting to what is most important. Family, memories, and realizing without our parents, grandparents and life experiences we would be most sad. They aren't always perfect but eventually as you get older, you wonder why you ever got upset, it was silly and you move on faster and forgive even more. Time does heal our hearts and make us realize the most important people and things in life. And it isn't your 2022 Ford pickup. You know what I mean. Its your heart, your soul and spirit and the blessings of God. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
Thank you for sharing.
My pleasure! Navajo Grandma
When I read the title I never would of guessed the story going this way 😳 Lol kids 😂
Tracy, many have said the same, but as you complete the video you realize the title. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
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I enjoy your videos and look forward to them. Thank you for your time and sharing of your culture. What a blessing you are in these troubling times. Once again thank you and God Bless You.
Anna, my granddaughter, that’s what I consider you to be, thank you for your kind words that have such a deep meaning during these times in our history, but what knowledge we are gaining as well. I hope you chuckled a bit, we need that to brighten our days. Hugs galore. Navajo Grandma
I am a new subscriber, I love your stories!
Welcome Rising Phoenix, welcome and enjoy watching and learning. Navajo Grandma
I really like your drawings!!! and your remembrance!
Thank you so much 😀. Well I promise you when you live out in the reservation there is nothing to make you forget, we had no distractions at all. We got up and knew our work, and each day was sober and wisdom from our grandparents. I was the opposite, I loved to play with the chickens and roosters, boy I was creative as there was no other child to hang out with. Chogo our Palomino Stallion was my buddy, when he was home and the baby lambs and goats were my friends. Now and then father horny toad lizard whom we called our grandfather would come and sit in the sun and watch me. The dogs never bothered me. I could always smell my Bizhi's cooking and smelled the coffee I knew my father instructed my grandparents that I could never drink, and the smell of Navajo Tea filled the air. It was absolutely marvelous. The air was crisp and clean and wonderful. I could hear my Nali reporting to my Bizhi his Council meeting and the tales of his ride to Window Rock as he slept on the ground a few nights before getting there. Sometimes he would be lucky to have my Maternal grandparents family home to invite him in to be fed and sleep in their Cha'oh. That brought him joy. You see everything brought joy and that was life. Clarity of living, just no distractions but living. Sober living. Real genuine living. No one does that anymore, well I guess the sheepherders do and the cowboys out on the range. Now that is real. Also it is the best. Hearing coyotes howling, dogs barking at night, the shooting stars through the roof of the Hogan opening, the sparks flying from the stove in competition with the shooting stars filled my mind with treasured memories. That is what others called poverty, but we indeed were more wealthy in life than the rich and wealthy. Have you ever noticed wealthy people are angry, haughty, strung up, no patience, selfish, naughty, unforgiving, most of all that they matter more than others and others were puny bugs walking about their feet that they could squash at any moments they pleased because they had money. I loved poverty. But we weren't. It was just a white mans word. We were wealthy in so many ways. I loved being adventurous and this video is about when I was and I don't believe I ever was again. Shi Nali made sure of that. Instead we went for horse rides and galloped on the horse, we saw big huge snakes like pythons laying across the roads or pathways, Chogo would rear up a little but usually leaped over them. I watched him do that. So when there was a rattler I leaped over them while running to my Bizhi when I came back from school to grab her with my tears and hurrel her about with hugs and tears again. How I missed her. Growing up was the worse. I wanted to stay a little girl always with my Nali and Bizhi. I believe the worse think I ever heard was, my aunt Pita, my father's step sister, and daughter of my Nali and Bizhi say to me, "your Bizhi loved you so deeply, she use to stand on the hill hoping to see your dad's pickup truck with you riding in the back with your hair blowing all over the place. But you never returned, not when she was hoping. You were her baby, you were her's. She missed you so much but you never came back enough times. (I cried like you can't believe) I was growing up and had been in Utah going to school and when I returned daddy picked us up and we headed to my Nali and Bizhi's house. Later we had to work and things didn't happen where we went out there as much. When we did, my Bizhi and Nali were always so bright eyed to see me and my family. I always hugged and nestled next to my Bizhi and she would hold me. My 11th grade year was really the last real times I was there, I was being prepared for a beauty contest called Miss Northern Navajo. I got 1st place. My Bizhi dressed me, I worse my Nali's concho belt that eventually he gave me, my ex stupid husband took it and sold it in LA. He was awful!! I found out and wept for years and even now. He was an awful person. I am always thankful I divorced him. Its awful I stayed with him because of my children. Later when he beat up my eldest son, I finally had enough and called the police and they dragged him out and he threatened me. He is still awful. He hurt our whole family like no one else had and he will like he said about himself, "damned for eternity. I know this to be true. Sorry. I best stop as there is so much in life. Tell your story and you will come to realize how much you remember thru tears, happy times, smiles and such occasions you never knew you could remember. I pray you do for your posterity. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
Hope that you stay safe and have a lot real chocolate covered raisins !🍇🍫
Always! Thank you. Navajo Grandma
Oh my, what an experience for a little girl. It's too bad they filled the burial place in with rocks.
When I was little, my Dad used to be sent on business trips out west, and he would make a family vacation out of it. One time he and a few of his co-workers (and families) were staying in the same motel. One of the families had a little girl that was about 10 years old who made terrible fun of me, so I locked her in a phone booth, and walked away! hahahahaha She never made fun of me again! (and I didn't get in trouble either, because I was only four, LOL).
Well I taught my children and teachers at school, “if there is any kind of consistent bullying, I have given my children approval to bust some jaws if need be.” Of course I first taught patience, understanding, walking in the other person’s shoes, as maybe the person maybe experiencing things like we do as being made fun of and bullied because of the mere fact of being Native. Teaching wisdom & seeing the results in my children was breathtaking as their teachers saw my children’s leadership, calming fight situations with fellow students, helping their teachers know when some Hispanic student didn’t have lunch, or was being picked on. Their teachers praised them, in elementary all of my children excelled beyond their A++ status, made forever friends whom still gather around them. There was one person as my sons grew up wanted to punch out for not providing for us. Came close but never did as they finally expressed their hurt and pain to this person even when they knew it was not appreciated as per their suffering. Your story brought out a lot to me even tho you were young. Sometimes you gotta do what you did. It worked. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
Wow! Your grandpa was awesome💖💖
Hit there "Not Alone Brown," yes, my Nali was one who walked on water for sure. Wisdom is what he breathed. Kindness was his sword and strength in character was his life with love for others. Great compassion. Look what he did just to put my shoes on without a bother. I never realized this until I was older and thats sad but good now. Navajo Grandma
@@NavajoGrandma I'm sure you are just such a gift as he was, to your grandbabies. Thank you so much for sharing the gift of his wisdom and love with us.
I just found you and I love your stories and wisdom,and I'm going to keep watching you. 💖❤🧡💛💚💙💜💝 u
Thank you so much!! Welcome and welcome again, take off you coat, your shoes and warm up to our fire. Stay a while. Watch, listen, learn and enjoy. Navajo Grandma
Omg what an Adventure and it got you in trouble...but them raisins musta been delicious 😊😋
Yup I got in trouble, then forgiven, but man were those raisins the bomb! I love chocolate covered raisins to this day, or just plain raisins. Great memories and I can't believe I told this story because its been in my head and heart for so long and glad I finally shared it with the world. Glad you enjoyed it. Hugs from Grandma
I’d love to see a picture of your beloved Grandpa!
That’s an awesome life adventure☀️
I’ll bet the spirits of those shells were laughing and keeping you safe.
Children are pure, they can’t do bad.
Not real bad anyway🌅
Amy sweet comment. You made me laugh. Well back in the reservation there is no more to do than be real, and what I did. There were zero distractions and I remember so much. Yes, I believe the spirits were laughing and thinking what the heck is this little doing here. Today, if I found a ladder I would not go down there, you would have to pay me well. Even then I wouldn't. Faith of a child. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
Thank you for the reply!
I really enjoy your life stories.
I hope you keep loading them🙏🏼💜🌷💥
Wow!
What an experience!
Poor babygirl…. That must have been so scary for everyone involved.
It’s the shoes that get me the most… I can just imagine your grandfather with his head in his hands face palming just thinking oh my gosh, what did my grandchild do.
As you can tell what I did and where I went all alone trusting I was okay and to do what I did has never left me. Mostly what my NALI felt, as a child I know he was beside himself. Worse when he and the medicine man went to where I went & saw what I found was disturbing the dead and eating their food and worse changing their shoes inviting them to return. Yup, for a people seeped in culture and tradition I really did an awful thing. Granted my NALI said he loved me but didn’t like what I did and he reminded to always remember that. I never have. Thus I taught my Nalis wisdom of great love and understanding. Navajo Grandma
You were so smart sweet and innocent
Thank you. Navajo Grandma
You asked us to tell a story of when we were about 4 years old. My story, when I was 4, my mother had a record. It was the song Candy by Big Maybelle, Candy was about a woman singing about Candy, the man she loved. I would sing and perform this song 🍬 candy, hoping mommie would give me some candy. Sometimes she gave me some, sometimes she didn't. At the end of my performance, I'd say, "now mommie, may I please may I have some candy." Listen to this song Candy please. It's on UA-cam
ua-cam.com/video/boN1TMqmKKk/v-deo.html
Great story. I enjoy your videos
Wasn't sure to tell this story but I did. Glad you enjoyed it. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
You are beautiful and this is a beautiful story. Thank you.
Cindy thank you for taking your precious time to watch and enjoy my little life on the Eastern Navajo Agency reservation. Grandma so appreciates this. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
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Thank You for sharing your stories.... 🌠🌴🌠😊
You are so welcome, amazing to know that innocense can get in trouble. Glad you were able to watch and enjoy. Hugs again. Navajo Grandme
Merry Christmas Navajo Grandma.
Yup, Merry Christmas and a Wonderful New Year to you too, Neil. Navajo Grandma
I love hearing about your life is very interesting
Denise my life in my early learning stages were blessed to being taught by my Paternal grandparents. How blessed was I? These formative years thru poverty gave us spin and adventure into the unknown with learning experiences I created for myself and got in trouble with but learned to never do this again. Like walking off 7 miles from where I was suppose to be. Adventure was in my blood and I was bear footed no less. I lived thru it all and learned wonderful lessons. I miss my Nali and Bizhi and thank you for appreciating my childhood. Hugs from Navajo Grandma
Great story and a lesson well-learned and I like raisins to
Glad you enjoyed it. Navajo Grandma
I feel like your Grandpa is sitting right next to youu, when yoou are telling the story, your so cute, no wonder your Grandpa loved you so much and still does.....
Thank you for this lovely comment. I sure miss my NALI. He and my Bizhi were ever so kind to me raising me. What they put up with was always deeper love and understanding a granddaughter. I am blessed to have had these experiences. Hugs. Navajo Grandma
Interesting story sister. You should write and illustrate a series of books....for children.
I know that is what others have said, I did write a book but haven't done anything with it. Thank you for believing in grandma. I am now on my own in editing my own videos and hope you all still understand and continue my teachings and all that I can share. Love you. Navajo Grandma
Did you sketch the pictures yourself?
Yes I did. Navajo Grandma
Thank you for sharing your story. Oh my gosh I can just imagine your grandparents in shock. I probably would of fainted myself. Ha ha so silly.
Jackie, yes you are right, they were shocked, but forgave me and never stopped loving me. Stay with me, there is more this coming New Year. Wishing you excellent health, joy and happiness. Navajo Grandma
Hi Grandma Navaho .I have a question
What would your people use for tooth acks ?.
Well any sinew that works, it can be plant, or just wood sticks that are always useful for this, and all of these do pick at the teeth or are useful like dental floss. My Nali always used cedar wood slivers and the like. It was natural to see all the men break off a piece of wood and use it as a toothpick. Navajo Grandma