Who knew it ever ended? But, annually, the USU PowWow signals the new season. Shortly we'll do our favorite, BYU and also on to Weber and U of U.
Miss Liv is fashionably loud in her two, I say, TWO new fancy shawl regalias. Jason spoils her so. Unfortunately, I was parking while she pranced. Jason said she did sooo well until the end of the second song when she finally pooped out and simply bounced. She didn't place, but Jason was so excited at her dissapointment because it triggered the hunger to place he's been waiting for.
Poor Mr. I didn't dance. It's his own fault (and probably a bit his mother's). He was "making conversation" (hmm, where's he get that from?), at the Standifird's while accompanying his dad on a home teaching visit, when he said, "Not really," in answer to whether he enjoys dancing at powwows. Jason wanted to prove just how much he enjoys dancing.
This is sweet Aunt Dawn (on the left), the greatest family friend and designated hair braider. She just blew into town this year with the east wind to head up a study at the U of U. She lives in a posh seattle-licious like apartment in SLC (I'll have to document it someday). So glad she's here!
This plump little princess reminds me. I am seemingly very white. Hmph. Anyway, I don't travel light with my 40 lb. Nikon draped around my neck and often get dubbed "the fascinated white lady taking pictures and stealing our souls". Well, directly after this sweetheart patronizingly paused during an intertribal song so this white lady with the camera could get a good shot, a guy showed up to sing at the drum next to ours. I was seated in between the two drums and said guy says, "Chair." "Excuse me?" (I heard him).More irritatingly, "Chair?"
Even more naively, "Sorry. Excuse me? Oh, my husband is drumming. He gave me this chair." What a wonder, he took an empty chair around the drum.
I was shaken. No one has ever treated me quite like that at a powwow. What are ya' new? I guess I need to come around more so they know I'm the fascinated white lady with 4 Native kids and a BIG Native man! Even more patronizing was said man when he asked me if I wanted him to go have a word with the meany. His buddy Ryan sache'd over after our conversation and filled him in I think. I hope he felt as retarded as he made me feel. That's what you get meany!
