A Tarahumara mother encourages her hungry child
Only indirectly to do with food.
I’ve often wondered at the Mexican four and five year-olds (or younger) who trot along beside their mothers for mile after mile. It induces what I call the “first class passenger syndrome.” No sooner are you upgraded to first class because of your miles than it’s all too easy to start feeling that the people in second class are just plain different. So it’s all too easy to imagine that these children are just inured to long walks.
This delightful song from the Tarahumara of northern Mexico puts that idea to rest. A mother encourages her hungry, footsore child on the long journey home over the mountains. First in Tarahumara, then in English. Evocative photos.
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Thanks to an unknown teacher in the area who wanted it better known. Forwarded by Beatriz Ramírez Woolrich.
THX, Rachel!
Lovely pix and words about the sadder side of life.
I once heard a talk about Aboriginal Australian treks, which were very long. They gathered certain leaves to give to children to quiet them or something, as well as leaves that they chewed to keep from getting too thirsty. It’s amazing to try to imagine the lives of people in such different circumstances from ourselves.
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