Quotes About Tradition

It was a quilt of patches left over from the woolen coats that had passed through the family

They drew their water from sloughs or tiny springs, lighted their homes with kerosene. Yet here they were, each person, presenting themselves in worn immaculate clothing. As Indians had for generation after generation, they were attempting to understand a white man reading endlessly from a sheaf of papers.

Zhaanat's knowledge was considered so important that she had been fiercely hidden away, guarded from going to boarding school. She had barely learned to read and write on the intermittent days she had attended reservation day school. She made baskets and beadwork to sell. But Zhaanat's real job was passing on what she knew. People came from distances, often camped around their house, in order to learn.

I've been told by a couple of knowledgeable elders that you should not wear red at a funeral, or for a year after someone close to you dies. Red is the fire, the doorway to the spirit world. Who knows how long until they are done walking. When the dead see flashes of red as they pass on their journey, they are confused. They think a door is opening and it distracts them from their task, which is to reach a place where we are nothing to them.

There are Indian grandmas who get too much church and Indian grandmas where the church doesn't take, and who are let loose in their old age to shock the young. Zack had one of those last sort.

They were sitting where Barnes always sat when he drove his boxers home and was asked, inevitably, in for a visit—the table central to eating, cooking, canning, drying, and processing foods, also playing pinochle and cribbage, bathing babies in dishpans, and visiting.

The buffalo provided the fuel for fires that smoked their own meat.

He led and directed conversations. He did not resort to subterfuge, certainly of this nature. And yet, even if he had, not one of the Catholic Daughters, nuns, or Theresians, would have challenged him. This elderly Ojibwe woman did so with a perfect ease.

Father Travis wore cassocks most of the time because he liked the convenience. He could put them on over T-shirts and work pants. The old people liked to see him in one, and after The Matrix the young people liked it too.

Sure, it's not good for you, but Asema says it's grandma food, 'bad for the arteries but good for the heart.

Idolatrous frenzy, Is that something like traditional religion? asks Bangs. Yeah it is, says Sweetie. I'm a pagan Catholic. Moving on?

In the convent, she'd been taught to walk with eyes downcast. Now, Father Damien tipped his chin out and narrowed his gaze, focused straight ahead.

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Louise Erdrich

She told the holy stories and the funny stories, the aadizookaanag that explained how the world came into being, how it continued to be made.

She took detailed notes and dispatched a servant to the Indian missions to procure fine lace produced by young women whose mothers had once worked the quills of porcupines and dyed hairs of moose together into intricate clawed flowers and strict emblems before they died of measles, cholera, smallpox, tuberculosis, and left their daughters dexterous and lonely to the talents of nuns.

grandma food, 'bad for the arteries but good for the heart.

Good, old-fashioned ways keep hearts sweet, heads sane, hands busy.

Do you still like roast lamb? You always loved the way I cooked it, with lots of rosemary from the garden." "And you'd make your mint sauce," Clea said with a slight smile.

Growing up, there had always been candles burning, not for the light they gave, but for remembrance. Her grandmother used to say the flame honored a person's spirit, reminded the living that the dead were never really gone.

Un uomo, quando corteggia una ragazza, deve avere le stesse idee religiose di sua madre e quelle politiche di suo padre.