I’ve mentioned before that I grew up in Albuquerque, New Mexico. And yes, that IS one of our 50 Unites States – check out your U.S. atlas. It’s between Texas and Arizona. It’s actually a pretty large state.
The culture there is a mixture of Native American and Mexican. It’s a nice blend. Of course, growing up, it just seemed natural to me. In fact, it almost surprises me to find Native American culture in other states. I guess I thought it was just contained in New Mexico. I’m not always very bright….
In the course of writing this post, I would like to share some of my memories of New Mexico. But my thoughts may jump from one subject to another without any connection, so please bear with me. It’s going to be a fun ride for me…..
I always liked the New Mexico flag:
From Wikipedia I gleaned the following:
The yellow field and red symbol colors are the colors of Spain. First brought to New Mexico by Spanish explorers in 1540. On New Mexico’s flag we see a red sun with rays stretching out from it. There are four groups of rays with four rays in each group. This is an ancient sun symbol of a Native American people called the Zia. The Zia believed that the giver of all good gave them gifts in groups of four. These gifts are:
The four directions – north, east, south and west.
The four seasons – spring, summer, fall and winter.
The day – sunrise, noon, evening and night.
Life itself – childhood, youth, middle years and old age.
All of these are bound by a circle of life and love, without a beginning or end.
I’ve mentioned the Fiesta dresses (or Squaw dresses) please see my post on December 9, 2012 -we wore. They always remind me of New Mexico.
I had a funny “One of our 50 is Missing” episodes – please see my post of March 3, 2013 post – I don’t speak Portugese.
The mountains to the East of Albuquerque, part of the Rocky Mountain Range, were always my delight. I loved those mountains, and miss them here in Florida. Please see my post for February 15, 2015 – The Crest.
Back in my growing-up days, we didn’t have cell phones, and sometimes not even TV. My family didn’t get our first TV until I was about 15 years old. So we had to find other means of entertaining ourselves. Both before I met Fred, and after but before we married and moved away, one of our favorite things to do was to drive out to the west mesa rise, turn around and drive back into town, looking at the city lights. Especially at night, when all the lights were on. It was truly a beautiful sight.
~~~~~~~~~~To Be Continued~~~~~~~~~~