When we were kids you still saw teepees on the reservation and many of the Indians (which is what we called them then—"native American" was not a term anyone had heard of yet) who we saw shopping in town still dressed in the old styles and men and women both wore their hair in long braids. Nowadays they dress in Levis and western shirts, just like everyone else and the houses you see from the freeway are just like the houses in town.
Our High School sports teams were known as the "Pocatello Indians," supposedly in honor of our association with the reservation. In recent years there have been requests from the tribes, who feel that this is demeaning, that this be changed, but to date it has not. I remember feeling uncomfortable about that name, even as a student. As someone once pointed out, "would a school ever call themselves the Springfield Caucasians or the Lake City Hispanics?" Of course not.
The one place on the reservation that I was familiar with was the trading post, which looks pretty much the same today as it did 40 years ago. It became popular when I was in High School to go out to the trading post to buy moccasins. Beadwork on buckskin has always been a native art that the Bannock-Shoshone tribes have excelled in. When we bought them, you could get a handmade pair, with a small beaded design for less than $10. If you wanted more beading the price went up. We wore them with our jeans. They were soft and comfortable, almost like wearing slippers and as you wore them, they conformed to the shape of your foot. They are still selling them at the trading post, along with all kinds of beaded purses and jewelry and accessories like belt buckles. The price has gone up—a lot! The kind of simple moccasins we used to buy are now selling for $75, which still seems pretty inexpensive considering the time that must go into a pair.
You can see the imprint of my feet, even toes, if you look carefully, on the bottoms.
I wonder what the future of Indian reservations will be. This one didn't look very prosperous, but it never did. I had a lot of classmates in High School, who lived on the reservation. I didn't see any of them at the reunion. When I looked at the class lists with current addresses, it looks like most have moved away.
A whole lot of the kids who lived on the reservation came to Blackfoot to school. Many also went to a school in Oklahoma (I think). I remember vividly going to my grandmother's or other friends and relatives an driving through Fort Hall. Even after the freeway was completed we mostly took the old highway. What a dusty old town that was.ReplyDelete
We used to get beading supplies and mocassins at a shop called Blackfoot Curios. It sold all manner of items from the reservation. We also would order special made mocassins there.
Just before I looked at this post I was reading a FB entry from a high school friend whose father owned the Fort Hall Trading post. She had just posted photos of some old friends. Another one of those strange coincidences.
As I search for comfortable footwear these days, I often think about those wonderful moccasins. I always wore mine until they fell apart so I'm envious that you still have a pair. I'm still mad at myself for not valuing them as much as I should have--they were so inexpensive!ReplyDelete
I, too, had the light ones. The dark ones got that way from smoking the hide--I didn't like smelling like a barbecue, even though the color was really beautiful. I'd love to have another pair some day.
Thanks for showing your old moccasins - I was pretty curious what they looked like when you mentioned them over on my blog.ReplyDelete
Which reminds me - I have something to send you and I thought I had your address, but I don't. Could you e-mail it to me? Thanks
Of course this makes me think of The Man Who Fell in Love with the Moon, and Shed.ReplyDelete
I love the idea of moccasins, still, but now I'm trying to picture them with orthotics, and failing. Dang.
I love stopping at the trading post and do whenever I'm in that side of the state. I recently purchased medicine bags shaped like animals (horse and bison)for my grandnieces; each was strung from a leather strip so it could be worn like a necklace. I was given instructions on their use (to bless a person or place). The woman who helped me also told me that beading is becoming a lost art on the "res" (her word)since young girls don't want to bother with such stuff. Sad. The store is also an excellent place to shop for Minnetonka shoes: moccasins, sandals and boots. Thanks, Terry, for sharing.ReplyDelete
I have always found the Indian situation to be depressing. It's as though we threw them this bone of the casinos to make up for the fact that we had taken their land and forced them to live on reservations. It's not wonder alcoholism is so prevalent among Native Americans.ReplyDelete
My old school FSU still has the Seminole as its mascot. It is demeaning.