2020 Spring

What’s that sound? The security at the school went from door to door trying to find where the sound was coming from. Two more days and school would be open, the break would be over. They heard it again then they located the rapping. A small boy was outside on his tippy toes trying to get in. Security opened the door. The child was crying, his eyes and his 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 shutdown at this time. Many are ill.

Years ago, we sponsored a girl till she was about fifteen. The family moved from our area. We never forget them and wish them well. Last week, my daughter and a 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 known chain. We hugged, we cried, and oh the memories!

At last we have a school nurse, the principle said. I was busy but said “who is it?” Her name is Candida was his reply. I dropped my pencil, I will thrilled, our sponsored child of a long time 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. Out Navajo friends are absolutely thrilled! In the Navajo culture mothers and daughters are never apart – ever! A recent gift handed to us from a sweet Navajo lady was handmade muffins. They were so good. Ingredients were blue corn meal and ashes. Anything made with blue cornmeal is considered a gift with high esteem. Yum, sooo good. Till next time.

With your prayers and help,

Sylvia and Sylvia Jr.

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