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    http://www.rockymountainnews.com/news/2007/dec/24/griego-the-wisdom-of-an-e lder/ GRIEGO: The wisdom of an elder By Tina Griego Monday, December 24, 2007 The
    Message 1 of 1 , Dec 26, 2007

      GRIEGO: The wisdom of an elder

      By Tina Griego

      Monday, December 24, 2007

      The elders bundle up in their coats and Christmas sweaters and baseball
      caps and head over to the church for the Christmas party. The younger fetch
      the older, unless the older are stubborn and refuse - cataracts be damned -
      to be ferried. Ida Bear, whom I haven't seen in a while, calls me up and
      says, you should come, and I say sure because it's a great tradition, this
      annual honoring of American Indian elders by their own. It speaks to values
      it wouldn't hurt any of us to practice.

      The younger thank their elders for their guidance and inspiration. They
      bless them and feed them and then Santa Claus shows up, the only Santa in
      town, I guarantee, who bursts through the door wearing a chief's headdress
      and sunglasses and a suit that looks like a Pendleton blanket.

      "I got stuck up North, coming through Rosebud," Santa says. "I forgot it
      was hunting season. Lost two reindeer."

      Ida, who's Winnebago, is married to Logan, who's Ponca and who is forever
      ready with his own joke or two, though this evening finds him absorbed in a
      book about the war in Afghanistan, which he's more attuned to since his
      grandson is serving there.

      "How many Navajos are here?" asks Rick Williams, the president of the
      American Indian College Fund, which helps put the evening together.

      Lots of Navajos.

      "How many Apache? One Apache. Kiowas? Oh, there's a Kiowa. Lakota, Dakota,

      Wo-o-o, the Sioux cheer.

      "Choctaws? Cherokees? Pawnees? Pueblo? Arapaho? Shoshone? Ojibwe? Mojave?
      Omaha? Winnebago? We got any Wannabes? How about Hasbeens?"

      Someone at our table wants to know which tribe is the largest in the U.S.

      Logan looks up from his book. "Kansas City Chiefs," he says.

      The party is held at the All Saints Catholic Church parish hall on South
      Federal Boulevard because Ida is a congregation member and because the Rev.
      James Purfield, an elder himself of cheery disposition, donates the hall.

      The birthplace of the elder's annual Christmas dinner was the Denver Indian
      Center, where for several decades Margaret Red Shirt Tyon ran a group for
      the community's older members. Margaret and Ida moved the celebration to
      the parish hall in 2000, and every year it grows, though some familiar
      faces are gone. Some passed on. A few went back home. Life generally isn't
      any easier back on the reservation, but some ties never weaken, and, even
      here, in this busy city, home is as easy to summon as a Christmas memory.

      "We used to get that hard ribbon candy from the church," Thelma Franks
      tells me, her face lighting. "Oh, I love that candy. Grandma put us in the
      sled and 'Away to the church we go!' "

      Thelma is Cheyenne River Sioux, round- faced with a beautiful wide smile. I
      ask her how old she is and she gives me one of her grins. "You can say
      80-plus. I'm an elder. I can't get out of it now."

      I got to thinking on my way to the dinner that to be an elder is not merely
      a matter of time passing. It's not an appellation conferred along with
      Social Security. It's possible to be a senior citizen but not an elder in
      the same way it's possible to be an adult but not a grown-up. However, it's
      also possible that I am wrong.

      I ask Rick and he says: "An elder carries the spirit of a people from one
      generation to the other."

      Ask Della Badwound, Geri Reyna from Taos Pueblo tells me, and Della, Oglala
      Lakota, says: "To me, an elder is one who reaches an age of wisdom. Someone
      who knows the cultural values and brings them forward. A teacher." Then she
      sends me to Dr. Chuck Ross' table.

      "Back home in Rosebud," he tells me, "they have a saying, 'We honor that
      with white tops. The eagles. The mountains. The elders.' "

      Across the table, his friend John Compton, also from Rosebud, adds: "But
      you have to earn that respect. A lot of people will give you the benefit of
      the doubt, but you have to earn it. It's a journey from wise ass to wise

      Every year, Rick Williams asks Margaret and Ida and others what should be
      on the menu, and every year, they say: Buffalo, but don't forget the fried

      And so the Intertribal Bison Cooperative in South Dakota donated 150 pounds
      of meat, and it was divvied up among American Indian College Fund employees
      and volunteers, who took it home to roast, the end result of which was
      almost 200 very happy elders.

      Before the meal, Sonny White, Lakota and Cheyenne and pastor of Christ the
      Answer church, gave a blessing and Charles Bearrobe sang a Lakota honor
      song, a prayer of humility and gratitude.

      It's a happy night. People hug and laugh and catch up on all the news.
      Thanks to sponsors' generosity, the Santa chief gives every elder a bag
      with a ham and other goodies.

      Ida pulls me aside. You should ask Vera Mitchell about elders. Vera,
      Mescalero and Lakota, says she doesn't have much to say. Oh, come on, Ida

      Vera answers with some advice. "It's what you see along the way that makes
      you an elder. You can live a long time and not see anything, not be any
      wiser. Pay attention to what you see along the way."

      Ida nods, satisfied. "That's a good answer," she says.

      It's a good night.

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