When we headed to Utah a few weeks ago, Seneca kept asking if we were going to Grandma Bitsilly’s. She was thrilled the time had finally come. She was asleep as we pulled off the main road onto the long, dusty one that leads to Grandma’s property. She woke up on the dirt road and exclaimed, “oh, is this Grandma Bitsilly’s town?!” Not quite a town, but yes. Two whole days of dirt, freedom and treats… they loved it.
Bitsilly children and spouses. Dianna, Denten’s mother is in the purple.
Grandma and some of her posterity
Dancing. Denten and I claimed the prize for the adults… hey, I used to ballroom dance! and D has got moves most of you have never seen. After watching us, Seneca and Beckham decided partnering was the way to go. They were hilarious.
taking advantage of the wind that wouldn’t quit. bubbles and flying kites.
LaShonda and Delphine
Elvis and JR
Seneca holding her own in musical chairs. Rez baseball.
Cousins Brendan and Olin
The wind was fierce. made me even more grateful we were in a trailer and not a tent. we had dust and dirt EVERYWHERE. D and I escaped to the Gallup flea market Saturday morning and found a beautiful cradleboard. I was excited about our purchase. The fry bread was delicious, the entertainment entertaining and the culture rich and alive.