Shimá (My Mama) was nine months pregnant with me during the summer of 1973. It was late August and my due date was fast approaching. Shimásání (my maternal grandma) was so excited for me to arrive, her very first grand baby. Shimásání was a talented rug weaver. Shimásání worked diligently on this rug masterpiece for me, so I could have clothes and diapers. The design consist of three desert horned lizards with stalks of corn between them. Shimásání sold it for a mere one hundred dollars to a trader in Waterflow, New Mexico. After selling the beautiful rug they went into town. Shimásání dóó Shimá went shopping for swaddle blankets, onesies, and diapers. I'm not sure who took the photo. It might have been by one of my uncles, Keiter or Peter.
I was going home for the very first time in Shicheii’s (my maternal grandpa) 1968 blue Ford pick-up truck. Shicheii dóó shimásání drove shimá and me back to Oaksprings. Shizhé'é (My Dad) was busy working at his new job in Farmington and couldn't afford paternity leave. Anyhoo, going home was a little rough for me as a baby. The road to Red Valley was still a dirt road. Somewhere near Mittenrock, shicheii's Ford got stuck in a sandy arroyo. Shicheii who was still strong and brawny, rolled up his sleeves, took off his brown felt hat and circled his truck. He then grabbed a shovel from the back of his pick-up truck and started digging us out of the sandy trap. Shimásání dóó Shimá kept me cool under the shade of tall arroyo brushes. Shicheii, our hero, got us unstuck and we continued onward. I love this story. My parents were very young when I was born and shimásání dóó shicheii helped raise me. I am forever grateful to them. So, on my birthday, I honor them with this story. Ahéhee'. OX Jenny