Showing posts with label celebration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label celebration. Show all posts

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Learning a few tips from the Tlingit this Christmas

Okay, so this article is about the Northwest Coast Native people, but that includes Tlingits!

It's been a hit or miss being able to open this article without signing up for the New York Times, but it's free, and hey, why not? I spotted it in the Anchorage Daily News Newsreader this morning, and well worth it!

It's about Northwest Coast "potlatches" - though we tend to call them just "celebrations" or "parties." Potlatch tends to have some connations attached. The traditions and social purpose these serve are discussed, with just a bit of humor. It's actually "advice" for people to follow using good, old fashioned Indian common sense! And party procedure...

I've heard lots of criticism of the potlatch, or Indian Party, but I think that's mostly from people who have never attended one. Yes, there is certainly a showmanship part to it, but that is just so little of the whole. There is a point in the article they do take this on, though I wish there was a lot more time to devote to the subject:


“Even though the elite chiefs controlled the fishing grounds and the trade networks,” Dr. Glass says, “the potlatch functioned to make sure everyone had enough fish and that the excess trading wealth was redistributed to the entire community.” In hard times that function is especially important, so remember the neediest this year.


I have heard of the "third world" conditions of these villages, but I gaurantee, no neighbors, no Elders, no poor people starve in the Alaskan villages. They just don't.

Really, if you ever get a chance to attend one of these, GO. All up and down the coast there are very different traditions and protocol surrounding them, but I can vouch that attending a Tlingit party is a good opportunity. They take years to plan sometimes, and are worth the wait. Modern goods are merged with ancient custom for a really great party, and some of them are still days long.

But I bet you big money you can't outlast the Elder ladies.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

What a difference 40 years makes

Ohio, 1968




Ohio, 2008


The streets of South Carolina, 1968

The streets of South Carolina, 2008


London gathering, 1968



London gathering, 2008




Grant Park in Chicago, 1968




Grant Park in Chicago, 2008


Jesse Jackson, 1968


Jesse Jackson, 2008



In 1968, America really believed, "Yes We Can."


In 2008, America said, "Yes We Did."


Yes we did!

President elect Barack Obama. Sounds so sweet...

Better get with the parties! Harlem? Kenya? Philidelphia? Seattle?

Pick a party and get with it!

















Saturday, July 12, 2008

A Very Merry Unbirthday!


Sometimes it just takes an afternoon with some kids to bring you back to what really matters.

I watched my friend's children today, two girls -5 and 3 and a boy - 6 mos. The main activity the two older kids wanted to do was make a cake (this is actually almost always what the older girl wants to do - that and put on make up.)

We made the cake, the girls helping my brother, and at several points the older girl made sure that we all knew this cake was for her mother - her mother's birthday in fact.

Now, her mom celebrated her birthday 7 months ago, but this doting daughter looked at me a bit like, "Why are you telling me this information?" when I pointed out we might be a bit off on the timing.

As the cake baked, the girls wrapped presents. And by presents I mean they wrapped wrapping paper inside wrapping paper. It is apparently the unwrapping that makes it special - no need for presents. The older girl has actually done this before, wrapped paper in paper and given it as gifts. We thought she might be pretending the paper was something else. I really felt like an idiot when I asked her what it was.

"It's paper."

When their parents came back, we frosted the cake (the two colors they chose to make were pink and pink) and they timed things how I think they should be done now - they served the cake and THEN we sang happy birthday to their mother. Note the half-served cake above. Their mom was endlessly pleased (note sarcasm) with half a dozen people making her blow out the candles as we sang to her not even remotely on-key.

It didn't matter how many times we talked about the fact that it wasn't her birthday, it did not dissuade these two. Without gobs of presents, without balloons, without a bunch of other kids, without... well, an actual birthday, this did not stop the excitement of celebrating their mom.

As they were leaving the three-year-old girl stopped at the door to cry, "That was the best birthday party EVER!"
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