“Wisdom guides our footsteps along the path of understanding”
© 2015 Merriam Kathaleen
“Wisdom guides our footsteps along the path of understanding”
© 2015 Merriam Kathaleen
Slow gentle-kissed Tall golden grasses idly bow to and fro To sweet desert breezes they have come to know
© 2015 Merriam Kathaleen
I dedicate this poem to my son, Mark. I thank you for all the countless hours we have spent in long discussions of how you and I wait patiently for God’s divine guidance. How we have spent time and again talking about “Man plans his way, God determines his steps” I LOVE you so very much my dear son.
As we sit in long-awaited anticipation
Surely the best virtue by far will be
patience rendered hopefully
Wait, we can hear so plainly now
That of course, clear as the bell
imagination, the answer will tell
Where has this come from?
Have we heard it before?
Will we desire it that much more?
Can it be our mind thoughtlessly
will play a trick we cannot see
For, truly if this is so
Solidly on rock-hard ground, not sand!
Firmly our feet in exaltation shall stand!
We will pronounce gladly our answer profound!
For, lo we will know
after all we have done
Triumphantly our patience has won!
©2015 Merriam Kathaleen
Here in Las Cruces the morning dawned wide and silver bright. The sun was hidden behind clouds trying to peer through. The sun’s rays instead of a golden yellow were platinum silver and were spreading this majestic hue everywhere I looked. Soon the clouds began to build dark as though sketched in charcoal. All of a sudden the sky opened up pouring out a delightful light shower of rain drops to quench the parched earth. With a week of mild to warmish temperatures here in our waterless southwest this moisture repast was gladly received by our desert landscape. The rain though gentle and not the torrential downpour that comes in the springtime did not last very long but was joyfully taken in by every bush, the dry grasses and of course the ever present weeds. When day after day of bright sunshine is what we are given here in our desert home and the dry vegetation wonders where the next drink is coming from this wonderful silver morning of rain was a welcome gift.
Today while looking out the window I saw the most joyful sight. The wind was gently blowing the fans on the ceiling of the patio roof. As one fan merrily twirled round I saw two tiny finches sitting and catching a ride on the fan’s blades. The desert wind was first blowing from the east lazily turning the fan in one direction. Then the wind blew from the southwest and the fan turned in the reverse direction.
I sat in my chair, eyes glued to the view I saw through the kitchen windows. The finches sat perched on the blades enjoying their ride. I swear I could see them smiling. Well, at the very least I’m sure I saw a twinkle in their eyes.
The little birds sat there not wanting to leave. These finches looked so relaxed as they rode around. I knew I had to get up from my chair and attend to some chores but, instead I also sat there not wanting to leave this sight I was privileged to be a part of. I decided that I would sit there in pure joy, let the chores wait, and feel the happiness these two little birds were sharing with me.
The reason I write a Blog may not be the standard of why other writers write a Blog. I have been writing for most of my life. Most of my writings have ended up on scrap paper, napkins, post-it-notes and lined paper notebooks. I pretty much was just writing for myself and these forms seemed OK to me. Then, in early 2000 I joined a poetry writing group. Because of this I finally started to use the word processor program of my computer which gave me a digital record of my writings. I no longer needed to keep loose papers with my words scrawled all over them. I was thrilled, I was able to keep files of my writings without the actual physical files cluttering up my home office. Plus, I could easily print out any of my writings and doubly plus (and most important to me) my writings were safely ensconced in these digital records inside my computer.
OR SO I THOUGHT! All of a sudden, out of the blue, one day the worst thing that can happen to a computer happened to my laptop. IT CRASHED!!!!!. Yep, completely gave up the ghost and died. I was now without my “trusty companion” (I can’t tell you how many hours I spent daily on my laptop). I had no way to access the internet and horrors upon horrors I had no way to access my “safe” files of writing. Oh my files were safe all right! Safely tucked into the digital insides of my laptop with no way to get to them as long as my computer would not start. And no, I was not smart enough to make a backup of my files. So, there I was, lost with no way back except to get another laptop and start over.
Thank goodness the IT guy at my work was able to save my files from my hard drive and install them on my new laptop. All was not lost! I was up and running on the internet and happily wordprocessing again. I still had all my writings available to me and all was well. That is until this second laptop crashed and died.
Did I learn my lesson the first time. Nope! I didn’t! I did not backup my files so when computer death came again I was completely out of luck. I was so out of luck this time even my hard drive could not give me access to my writing files. However, even tough I did not backup my files on a flash drive I had at least made a print out of every one of my writings which filled a thick binder. I had not lost my writings after all. They were in physical form and not digital. Again, I was content.
Fast forward to moving day. I packed up my writing binders where I could keep them with me as the moving guys loaded all my furniture and belongings to be stored for a couple of months. I safely put my binders in the cab of the moving truck and off we went to the storage place. Little did I know that my binders would get lost never for me to see again. My writings were gone. Everything I had written in the way of poems and short stories for the last 10 years was gone.
I moved on. There was nothing I could do. My only consolation was that I guess I no longer needed my writings I had tried so hard to keep with me. I moved on and started over. Only this time my decision to start writing again was made not only from a creative decision it was made from a very practical one as well. I was going to start a blog and my blog was going to be the “safety deposit box” that held my work. OK! I now knew what I was going to do for the safety of my writing, but, I didn’t have a clue as to where or how I would start a Blog. Enter WordPress.
I had learned about WordPress when I lived in San Jose, California. At that time I worked on developing a WordPress Blog with a friend of mine for her environmental concerns about Ecuador. I was super impressed with WordPress. So, when I moved here to Las Cruces, New Mexico with the loss of my writings still stinging me I decided to try out WordPress for myself.
Voila! I soon had a Blog up and running. (For a Luddite like me that is quite a feat). I was thrilled because not only was I writing again I was also “collecting” my writings. I was collecting my writings to never be lost again. I realized that no matter what happened to my computer or computers (in case I have to get another if this current one does the “dive”) my writings would always be safe. With a Blog I have a way to store my writings safely. Through this Content Management System (CMS) I will always have access to what I write. I am tremendously happy that my Blog has my back and that my writings have their own “security blanket” located on the world-wide web. This need for a “security blanket” was definitely my main reason for starting and writing my Blog. Having a space for journaling is important as well and sharing with people who come to my Blog is a great extra for me.
What a relief this is!!!!!! What a blessing!
Oh, how I would like to write about this wonderful experience or that awesome one. But, instead I’m going to write about how two days last week just when I thought that life couldn’t be any better the bottom sort of fell out. My Gosh, life is pretty amazing.
The first day, all was going along merrily. I was working on my post, “The Journey Of My Vintage Navajo Necklace Takes Me To Old Mesilla”. Then all of a sudden my internet connection went dead. I spent over an hour trying to figure out what was wrong with my computer when I finally gave up. I don’t know why, but, when there is something wrong with my internet connection I always go into “fix-it” mode with my computer. I usually go into this “fix-it” mode because invariably the problem is with a glitch in my computer. So, of course this time I figured the problem was going to be computer related. Nope, I was completely off base. Everything that I tried to “fix” on my computer did not fix the problem. Try as I might I just could not get a solid connection to the internet. I finally gave up and shut down my computer and then I found out that it was not my computer that was having problems it was the ISP (internet service provider) that was offline. At that point there was nothing I COULD do.
When it is my computer that is having the problem even with my limited technology ability I can usually figure out the problem and correct it so that I can continue on my computing way. Only this time I wasn’t able to fix the problem, especially when I finally discovered the reason I was sans internet was due to the ISP being down. The problem was completely out of my control and hands. So, I had to resign myself to spending the rest of my afternoon without being able to do anything online. At first, I was frustrated then as I realized that my being frustrated would not change the situation I R-E-L-A-X-E-D. I gave over to the higher power. I surrendered, relaxed, breathed deeply and had a very enjoyable and stress free rest of the afternoon.
That night as I looked back on my day it became very clear to me that if I had let my frustration about losing the internet run me I would have been miserable the rest of the day. It also became very clear that I had lived an example of letting go and letting be and letting God. I smiled as I drifted off to sleep. For, just a silly experience of losing my internet became truly a further great eye-opening and heart-opening education for me in the greater understanding of surrendering and letting go.
The next opportunity I had in this letting go process was just a few days later when I walked into the kitchen and there on the floor was a puddle of water. At first I thought one of the cats had peed on the floor. I know the cats would not do that but that was the only explanation that made sense to me until something told me to investigate further. No, it wasn’t because a kitty cat peed it was because the dishwasher had peed. The dishwasher was leaking water all over the kitchen floor and the water was running into the family room like a rushing river. Needless to say I sprung into action. I grabbed paper towels to sop up the rushing water and to make a dam against the onslaught of the rushing dishwasher river. (tile floors instead of carpet is definitely a lifesaver.) With a paper towel dam in place I quickly dashed to the linen closet and grabbed big thick towels to take care of the standing water.
It was a good idea I got the thick big towels because the problem was not just a little leak. Apparently, the water was not draining from the bottom of the dishwasher and it was seeping out through the dishwasher door. I was happy I had figured out where the water was coming from. The river on the kitchen and family room floor was sopped up by the towels and now I could turn my attention to bailing out the inside of the dishwasher. As I was bailing it occurred to me the dishwasher had not been run for several days and the last time it was run it worked fine.
I first discovered the leak on the floor around 9:30 in the morning and by the time I sopped up the rushing river on the floor and bailed out the dishwasher it was close to noon. But, I was happy because the water was gone. Or so I thought. Within an hour there was another river of rushing water on the floor and the water culprit was dripping as fast as it could from the unhappy dishwasher. I had been smart and left dams of towels on the floor just “in case” the water came back. I opened the dishwasher door and once again there was standing water inside. I again sopped up the water from the kitchen and family room floors and bailed out the dishwasher. By now it was past 3:00 in the afternoon. I had spent almost my entire day wrestling with this leaking water problem that was continually coming back. I realized I could sop up and bail but that was not going to stop the leaking problem. I now called for help and by 5:00 the problem was stopped.
Ok, the leaking water problem was solved but, my entire day and especially my afternoon time I spend writing was gone. My day had turned upside down. As I was sopping up the river of leaking water earlier in the morning I said to myself “This is what happens in life.” Yep, life is full of these little surprises. You wake up thinking all is going ok and then, out of the blue (astrologically speaking this was definitely a Uranus happening moment.) a river of leaking water happens and the next thing you know is your whole day disappears from you as you sop up water and bail. All I could do was laugh at the situation. So, I laughed in between sopping, bailing and thinking about how this is what happens in life. Yep, laughing certainly helped me to not go into frustration mode. Laughing also helped me to realize this was yet another example of me needing to surrender. Because, once again, everything that happened was not as I had planned for my day. After I took care of everything I could at last sit down and I treated myself to some yummy chocolate. Ahhh! Everything was now better.
There is nothing better than letting go and letting God and of course, not to mention, celebrating with yummy chocolate how I managed a chaotic day.
These two unexpected experiences have set the tone for me of relaxing into a stress free existence at least for now anyway and until the next “life happens” event comes along.
I woke up and knew I was going to go to Old Mesilla. I knew there were shops there that specialize in Native American jewelry which translates to experts who know about Navajo silver and turquoise necklaces like mine. My excitement about what I will learn from these experts was rising as my bus ride brought me to my destination.
Old Mesilla is a beautiful historical town of specialty shops, galleries and restaurants located about a few miles west of Las Cruces and about a 10 – 15 minute ride on the Roadrunner Transit bus. I sat in my bus seat with anticipation as I gazed out the window at the views available to me along the route to the town of Old Mesilla. I had been there once before and fondly recalled the old plaza and the high elevation of the sidewalks built along the streets that crisscrossed around the centrally placed plaza. The vintage sidewalks are built much higher than your standard every day contemporary sidewalks. The fact that you have to step up about two feet to get onto the old brick and adobe walkways just adds to the charm of the town from my point of view.
I arrived at my destination on Avenida de Mesilla across the street from Calle de Santiago where the short route to the Old Town Plaza begins. As I got off the bus I could see the Town of Old Mesilla beckoning to me. The old adobe buildings that house the unique shops and restaurants speak of the memories that took place in this part of the historical Mesilla Valley. The original town site still has the flavor of the rich culture it has long been known for: The ancient influences of prehistoric life; The Spanish explorers, conquistadores and settlers all staking their claim in the new world; The Apache raiding parties trying to stop wagon trains and settlements from encroaching across their lands; The era of the Butterfield Stage Coach bringing the changes brought by the passengers and settlers who travelled the Trail; The civil war which impacted New Mexico for about eight months during 1861-1862; The wooly wild west of Billy the Kid (the Kid was on trial for his life at the Old Mesilla Courthouse and sentenced to hang); And Pancho Villa who went from beloved folk hero to a hunted desperado.
I think the website of the town of Mesilla says it best, ” The Town of Old Mesilla is part of a living history.” This living history is Mesilla’s story which unfolded as the Town became part of the Spanish Kingdom, Mexico, the Republic of Texas, the Confederacy, and last but not least the United States of America.
And now here I was in this mecca of Southwestern history ready to uncover the secrets of my Navajo silver and turquoise necklace. In my earlier post I shared the story of how my Navajo necklace came to me and that this vintage necklace I am a steward of whispers to me. This necklace is guiding me to find who the silversmith/artist is and where he or she is from. In other words, my vintage Navajo necklace wants me to discover its roots and where it came from.
I leisurely strolled down Calle de Santiago toward the Plaza searching for the shops my intuition and my necklace guided me to. The first shop I spied was La Zia Native Arts, located on Old Mesilla Plaza (across the street from the Plaza and near St. Albino Church). I walked through the door of La Zia Native Arts and discovered I had entered a wonder world of both vintage and contemporary Native American Jewelry. As I stepped into this silver and turquoise jewelry gallery I was immediately greeted by Katie and Beth, the well-informed, smiling keepers of this wonderland of Native American Arts. Katie and Beth were so friendly I just knew that I could share with them about my necklace. I began telling them the story of my necklace. I told them how it came into my life and how it is guiding me to find it’s roots. I took out the necklace from my purse to show it to Katie and Beth as I related my story to them.
I have found that when someone views my necklace In person and holds it in their hands then they too are captured by its charm and its intriguing design. Captured by the design of the silver leaves embracing the pendants, the beauty of the large turquoise cabochons, the exquisite stamped silver flower appliques and the entire overall look of the necklace.
Katie, Beth and I spent the next hour talking about my necklace and vintage Navajo jewelry as well as contemporary native artwork. They were both very helpful in giving me suggestions of who I could talk to and where I could go to gain more knowledge about my necklace. They suggested that I contact New Mexico State University here in Las Cruces and talk to someone in the Anthropology Department as well as contact the Native American Arts & Crafts Association which is located in Albuquerque. The suggestion was also made that I go to Silver Assets, another shop in Mesilla that specializes in Native American jewelry and most importantly to me, Navajo jewelry. I left La Zia Native Arts with so much more enthusiasm about finding the roots of my necklace thanks to Katie’s and Beth’s help and guidance. I already have a great deal of enthusiasm about my necklace and my visit with Katie and Beth just ratcheted the enthusiasm scale a bunch of notches. I left La Zia Native Arts with a promise to Katie and Beth that I would let them know what I learn along my Navajo necklace trail of discovery and headed toward the shop, Silver Assets.
I walked across the Plaza and headed down Calle de Santiago, the street where earlier in the afternoon I first started my exploration of Old Mesilla. I walked along the street taking in all the sights around me and turned my feet toward Silver Assets.
Silver Assets is located at 1948 Calle de Santiago just down, or up, depending if you face east or west, the street from the Plaza. Silver Assets is owned by Lori and Ken Dahlstrom and Ken was the friendly greeter I met as I stepped into their store. I was once more inside a Native American jewelry wonderland.
Every glass case I looked in held vintage as well as contemporary Native American silver jewelry inlaid or adorned in turquoise, topaz, amethyst, etc. Ken’s friendliness coaxed me into once again telling the story of my necklace. One more time I gently lifted my necklace out from the special fabric bag where it safely nestles in my purse and eagerly handed it into another set of appreciative hands. As Ken gently held my necklace in his hands he began to impart his vast knowledge of Navajo jewelry.
Ken told me the silver beads the pendants were strung on were Bench Beads. He told me bench beads are silver beads that are made in volume by a native silversmith who then in turn sells their finished product to another artist/silversmith, such as the one who designed and crafted my necklace. This bit of information was fascinating to me since I had always thought the artist who crafted my necklace had also made the silver beads. I now knew that was not the case. Apparently, the beads on my necklace were part of a large volume of beads that had been made en masse in a workshop by silversmiths working with machine made bead halves. In order to make the whole beads they solder the bead halves together by hand. The beads are partly machine made and partly hand made. Ken told me you can tell beads are bench beads from the soldering line that has a rough finish. In contrast, he said, to the beads that are 100% hand made by the jewelry designer/artist who cuts, stamps, daps, solders, files, drills, strings the beads and files and sands the soldering line to a smooth finish. As he held my necklace Ken pointed out to me the rough soldering lines on the beads. I could see that indeed the soldering lines on each of the beads were not smooth and when I ran my finger over the beads I could feel the rough line where the bead halves were put together to make the whole round bead.
Ken explained how the machine made bead halves were put together by the bench silversmith(s). These silversmiths specialty was making beads using the machine made half pieces while sitting at benches. Hence, the name bench beads. They mass produced these beads and then sold them to the native silversmiths who strung them on their finely crafted turquoise and silver necklaces the Navajo are known for.
I also learned that the design marks specific to the silver leaves that embrace each of the three turquoise cabochon pendants on my necklace are characteristic marks of the silversmith/artist who created my necklace. Ken told me these markings are like the signature of that Navajo silversmith. He said the dot stampings on each silver leaf are definitely unique to this silversmith who crafted my necklace. Ken also told me the designs of the silver flower appliques or rosettes soldered at the top of each pendant are also unique to the particular Navajo silversmith who designed and crafted my necklace and this uniqueness is also considered the signature of the artist. I was existatic, even though there is no hallmark on my necklace the unique design of the pendants could prove to be the missing link in finding WHO the silversmith/artist was who crafted my necklace.
Ken told me that the large turquoise cabochons in the necklace’s pendants are Turquoise Mountain turquoise. He told me that Turquoise Mountain is a mine located near Kingman, Arizona. Ken then pulled out a box he had that is full of turquoise pieces from various mines in New Mexico and Arizona. This sample box Ken has is an excellent tool in which to determine where a turquoise piece is mined from. Once I saw the sample turquoise from Turquoise Mountain it was very clear to me that the cabochons on the pendants of my necklace were Turquoise Mountain turquoise. The silver pyrite matrix of my turquoise was the same matrix in Ken’s Turquoise Mountain sample. I had thought my turquoise was Morenci turquoise. However, Ken’s sample box showed me clearly this was not the case. I looked at the Morenci turquoise samples Ken had and it was very clear that my turquoise could not be Morenci because my cabochons looked nothing like the Morenci samples.
Ken next focused on the crafting of my necklace. He told me the design of my necklace showed that it was crafted before 1965. Ken then turned my pendants over and pointed out their backings. He told me the backings were rolled silver and that this form of backing was commonly made up until 1965.
I then told Ken that I had wondered if my necklace was “old pawn.” Ken told me how jewelry that is “old pawn” is distinguished from jewelry that was not pawned. Apparently, each time a piece was pawned a hatch mark was scratched on the back. This was the system the trading post owners had for keeping track of pawned jewelry. Since there were no such markings on the backs of the pendants of my necklace it could not be “old pawn” jewelry.
Learning all of this about my necklace was like discovering a buried treasure right in my own backyard and Ken was definitely my treasure hunting guide. His knowledge was such a gift to me. I leaned up against the top of the glass case Ken had used to place his turquoise sample box on for us to peruse. While I stood there my mind was ticking trough all that I had learned from Ken. As more customers came in I knew that he now needed to devote his time to them and that my time with him had come to a close. I told him how much I appreciated his guidance and knowledge about Navajo silversmiths and how much he helped me to learn more about my own necklace. I left Lori and Ken Dahlstrom’s Silver Assets with a promise to keep him informed on the progress of the journey of my necklace.
I took my new found information about my necklace and left Silver Assets heading back to the heart of Old Mesilla, the Plaza. Now that my necklace journey search was over for the time being I could enjoy a leisure stroll around the Plaza and explore some of the other unique shops and eat some yummy treats. As I walked around I entered one beckoning shop after another. Though I was drawn to everything the shops had to offer, my mind was constantly ticking off what I had learned from Katie and Beth at La Zia Native Arts and from Ken at Silver Assets.
Soon it was time to catch the bus back to Las Cruces. I walked to the bus stop and as I waited for the bus to pick me up and transport me back home I began planning my next moves along the journey of discovering the roots of my Navajo necklace. I now had more information to point me in the next direction I was to go.
Next up for the journey of my Navajo necklace will be to contact the Anthropology Department of New Mexico State University in Las Cruces and to contact the Indian Arts and Crafts Association located in Albuquerque. After all, I now knew the signature of the silversmith/artist who crafted my necklace. According to Ken Dahlstrom of Silver Assets the entire design of my necklace was like the silversmith’s signature. With this information I wondered how hard will it now be to learn who crafted my necklace.
I have always prided myself at picking out and wearing very unique pieces of jewelry. However, this necklace of mine is very different from all of my other jewelry. Although this necklace is very unique, the big difference between it and my other jewelry is that this necklace picked me.
I lived in California at the time and in 1992 on my birthday I was given a Native American silver and turquoise necklace as a gift. My friend who gave the necklace to me told me it was old and that an older woman friend of her family had given it to her. My friend told me that was all she new about the necklace. I remember holding the necklace in my hands with great reverence. I gently put the necklace on my neck and only wore it for a few minutes because it was strung on some kind of thread and I was concerned about breaking the thread. I immediately put the necklace on my dresser and there it remained adorning my dresser with its beauty for the next three years, until I moved from the house. When I moved I packed the necklace away in my jewelry box and there it safely stayed until 2003.
In 2003 I began to pay attention to the necklace. I would carefully lift it from the blue velvet bag I kept it in and hold it in my hands for hours just looking at its strand of silver beads and the three silver pendants that were attached to the bead strand. The beads were the size of peas and the pendants were medium sized with turquoise mounted bezels that were surrounded by some kind of floral design. For some reason at that time I did not pay close attention to the floral design and instead admired the necklace as a whole piece of beautiful jewelry. After spending time admiring the necklace I would gently place it back in its velvet bag and return it to the shelf in my closet where it would sit until the next time I would take it down to look at its beauty. That is all I did for years. I never wore the necklace. I was always planning to have the necklace re-strung so that I would feel safe to wear it without it breaking. For some reason I never had the necklace re-strung.
Around 2010 I started to wonder where the necklace came from and who made it. I looked for an artist signature or hallmark but found none. No matter how much I turned the necklace in my hands and no matter how much light I shone on it I could not conjure up or at least I could not find any signature markings. The necklace was an anonymous piece of silver and turquoise. Paying attention to the necklace this way was like opening a dam. My curiosity about the necklace came gushing out. Everything I had felt about the necklace grew exponentially. I not only wanted to know where the necklace came from and who made it, I now needed to know.
I started a journey of searching which took up all my free time. Every night I would come home from work and eagerly sit in front of my computer glued to the screen searching every website I could find on Native American jewelry. I would sit at my desk in front of my computer screen as I searched far into the early morning hours. I was transfixed as I sat in my comfy office chair with my finger glued to the down arrow click – click – clicking away. I would scroll through the photos for hours looking for a necklace similar to mine. I never found any necklace that remotely looked like my necklace. I then began having an entirely new feeling about the necklace. I started to realize the necklace was not really mine. Instead, I realized I was the steward, the caretaker and it was my duty as the wise steward to find who the necklace belonged to. I wondered why I started feeling like the steward/caretaker of this necklace since I didn’t consciously feel that way for the prior 18 years. Though I wondered about this I didn’t get bogged down with this realization. Instead, I would just merrily keep my searching going as though this was the most natural way to honor the necklace.
In 2012 I found an online appraisal sight and sent pictures of my necklace to be appraised hoping the appraisers could also tell me who the artist was. No such luck. They were not able to tell me anything about my necklace. I finally decided to take my search into the outside world which meant I found a local shop that was dedicated to everything Native American. I took my necklace to the shop and the owner and I spent a wonderful time talking about my necklace. She confirmed that the necklace was old and that the turquoise was real. She told me I had a beautiful piece of Indian jewelry but she was not able to tell me where the necklace came from or who the designer/silversmith artist was other than she thought it was from Nevada or at least the turquoise was from Nevada. So now I had verification by a Native American jewelry collector that my necklace was authentic and probably crafted in the 1950’s or 1960’s. This information was a confirmation for me and just spurred me on to search further. Little did I know that within 6 months of my visit to that Native American store I would be moving to New Mexico. Upon moving to New Mexico my necklace journey moved with great speed of intriguing twists and turns .
Due to being laid off from my job of 12 years and no longer able to find employment in San Jose, California I packed my stuff and moved to Las Cruces, New Mexico. Thanks to my brother who lived in Las Cruces and who agreed to let me stay with him I was able to start my life over. (That is another life story I will be posting about in the near future.) Once I got settled in Las Cruces I again started up my search for the artist who created my necklace. I was in luck. Two local jewelers I met told me that they thought the turquoise in my necklace was Morenci Turquoise. One of the jewelers told me the necklace was strung on silk thread and that it probably had been re-strung many years earlier. He also told me that the necklace may have been created in the 1940’s. I now knew about where the turquoise came from but still did not know who the artist was. Without an artist signature or hallmark neither of the jewelers could tell me that bit of important information. I continued on the search.
One day months later I found a book on southwest turquoise at our local used bookstore, COAS. (The book is “The Allure Of Turquoise” by New Mexico Magazine) I read about the Zuni silversmith and jewelry artist Dan Simplicio Sr. Finding this book and learning about Dan Simplicio took me on a very interesting journey. I began to research Dan Simplicio and the jewelry he made during his life as a Zuni artist. Needless to say, I thought my necklace may have been made by this Zuni artist. One of the reasons I thought this is because Dan Simplicio was known for his leaf designs. By the time I started researching this Zuni artist I had begun paying a great deal of attention to the leaf designs that embraced the turquoise pendants on my necklace. I began to think that maybe the leaf designs were the signature designs Dan Simplicio Sr. was known for and that maybe he was the artist who made the necklace. I also wondered if the silver stamped flowers at the top of each pendant were designed by him. My research journey of Dan Simplicio and Zuni jewelry landed me into a youtube site where I found the video, The C.G. Wallace Collection Of Zuni Jewelry Narrated by Deborah C. Slaney, Curator of the Albuquerque Museum. After viewing the video I decided to contact Deborah Slaney at the Albuquerque Museum. Deborah was very helpful. I emailed her pictures of the necklace and though she thought the flower applique designs adorning the top of each pendant were quite beautiful she told me she didn’t think the necklace was made by Dan Simplicio. Deborah told me she thought the necklace was more like a Navajo design. She suggested I contact Turkey Mountain Traders and talk to them about the necklace to see if the artist was Dan Simplicio Sr. Deborah also suggested I contact Bob Gallegos, located in Albuquerque and who knows about artists who were working with hand-drawn wire. She told me that Bob Gallegos could also let me know if the necklace was made by Dan Simplicio Sr. I spoke with Turkey Mountain Traders and after viewing pictures of the necklace they told me that it was not a Dan Simplicio Sr. necklace. I then spoke with Bob Gallegos and after viewing pictures of the necklace he told me it was a Navajo necklace but unfortunately could not tell me who the jewelry maker/artist was. I was thrilled. I now knew the necklace was Navajo. I immediately started researching Navajo silver turquoise necklaces. That is when I found the confirmation that the necklace was indeed Navajo made. On the first website I landed on I found a necklace with similar silver stamped flowers like the ones on the pendants of my necklace. Apparently, these flower designs are uniquely Navajo. Although the flower designs were similar they were not exactly the same as the flowers that adorn the top of the pendants strung on my necklace. Interestingly, during my long years search while living in California I never found any necklaces with these flower designs. For if I had I would have learned that my necklace was Navajo made. Also, the owner of the Native American store I took the necklace to didn’t know it was Navajo.
I now knew more about my necklace than ever before. The turquoise may be Morenci Turquoise. The drawn silver work along with the silver stamped work of the leaves and the flowers is Navajo. What I also knew is that the necklace whispers to me. I have come to realize that all these years the necklace was guiding me along my journey of searching for it’s original owner, the silversmith/artist who designed and made the necklace. When I finally realized that the necklace was guiding my journey my intuitive self said, “Of Course, That makes total sense!” My intuitive self is thrilled with knowing I am the steward of this necklace, a necklace that is guiding me with its whispers. It is my logic thinking mind that has a difficult time with all of this. It is one thing to be ok with all the research time I have put in all these years, for after all, research is the realm of a logical thinking mind. On the other hand, intuitively following a journey guided by a Navajo necklace that whispers to me is not quite the realm of a logical thinking mind. The interesting thing is, that while I was busy researching my mind was kept busy while my intuition worked alongside of the necklace as it was whispering to me and guiding me. Intuitively I allowed myself to take this journey all these years and so as I continue this journey I know that my mind may argue that I am silly to follow a whispering necklace but my intuition will willingly hear the necklace whispering to me Keep Going, Keep Searching, Keep Looking For The Artist. Keep Going……….
The necklace whispers to me that It is time for me to go to Old Mesilla and talk to store owners there. I am onto the next leg of my journey. Onto Old Mesilla I go.
I carry my shade with me? What do I mean by that? Well, simply put, as I walk around Las Cruces during my daily rounds I walk under the shade of my pink umbrella. We are still in the throes of summer here in the southwest borderland and daily temps can get to the high 90’s. The sun can be so hot that you could fry an egg on the sidewalk within seconds of the gooey mess landing. What a visual! Since I have that visual in my mind every day that I venture forth around town I realize I don’t want my skin to look like that fried egg. Sunscreen is not real good for my sinuses. My nose stuffs up every time I use sunscreen on my face, so, that means sunscreen is not a solution for me to keep my skin protected.
I was puzzled about what to do when one day I spied my umbrella. I know, you might also agree with my first inclination which was to promptly speak out to myself and say. “Are you kidding?” “An umbrella is used when it rains!” “Not when it is sunshiny and in the 90’s.” Then it hit me like a bolt of lightening. After all, this is monsoon season and we do get lightening strikes and sometimes on a daily basis. Therefore an idea hitting me like a bolt of lightening is quite appropriate. There I was in my room having this discussion with myself when the “aha” moment hit me. Of course I can use my rain umbrella for a sun umbrella. I remember seeing the Asian women where I lived in San Jose, California carrying an umbrella for shade during the summers. The summer temperatures in San Jose rarely rose above the mid- eighties so I myself never felt the need for a sun umbrella. But here in Las Cruces, New Mexico it is a completely different story. Now every day, as I walk around town, I thank the women I saw in California for giving me the brilliant idea of my sun umbrella. By the way, as I walk under the shade of my pink umbrella I am also prepared for the summer rain storm that can hit without warning. We are in the monsoon season after all and now, I not only carry my shade with me I also carry my protection against any and all possible rain plops that may come my way. Since I have been using my sun umbrella I have seen other brilliant women carrying their shade with them as well. Hooray for our brilliance!!
I love metaphors and I just can’t let this metaphor go by the wayside. I’ve been thinking that when we consciously live our lives on our Spiritual path then that is like carrying our shade with us during the hot summer days and carrying our rain plop protection during the rainy season.