May 2020

What’s that sound? The security at school went from door to door trying to find where the sound was coming from. Two more days and school would open, the break would be over. They heard it again then they located the rapping. A small boy was outside on tippy toes trying to get in. Security opened the door. The child was crying, his eyes and nose ran down to his chin. I’m hungry he said with a pleading voice.

Right now, “PLEASE” help us help Navajo Indian children like this boy. He knew if he could just get to school, he would be okay.

We want to be there with food and bottled water for many of the students just like this boy. He knew where the safe place was. The Reservation is under emergency shut down at this time. Many are ill.

Years ago, we sponsored a girl till she as about fifteen. The family moved from our area. We never forget them and wish them well. Last week my daughter and Navajo lady who is a longtime friend went to Flagstaff AZ for supplies. We were in a store and I heard my name called. I turned around and there she was, gown and a manager of a large well know chain. We hugged, we cried and oh the memories!

At last we have a school nurse, the principal said. I was busy but said “who is it?” Her name is Candida was his reply. I dropped my pencil. I was thrilled, our sponsored child of long ago is home helping children in her own area. Her sponsor helped her through the years with books and many other needs. Toddlers that I met over fifty years ago, are now teachers in schools on the reservation. I had to push against culture to give them pencils and notebooks. They have their own stories of struggles with education to help their community. Education was not accepted for a long time. It was looked on as a threat.

One teenage boy was just bad. We got ahold of him and taught him about Jesus. He saw the light, got a job and today he is a Trackman Operator for the Railroad.

Yup, fifty-two years and counting. Still on the trails with your Blessings! Speaking of Blessings, my daughter is on the trails with me. Our Navajo friends are thrilled! In the Navajo Culture mothers and daughters are never apart—ever! A recent girl handed to us from a sweet Navajo lady was hand-made muffins. They were so good. Ingredients were blue corn meal and ashes. Anything made with blue cornmeal is considered a gift of high esteem. Yum, soooo good.

Till next time. With Your Prayers and Help,

Sylvia and Sylvia Jr.

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