claudiaswisher's review
4.0
I did not know N. Scott Momaday had lived on Jemez Pueblo as a child. I visited there once...not for Christmas, which is the time setting here. But we visited during the Corn Festival...we watched some of the dancing, participated in the celebration, and with our group, were invited into a family home to share in the meal. I remember so many details of that day, and I brought them all with me as I read this sweet, gentle story of a young boy who misses his grandfather, even as he carries on the traditions of his village and family.
The story is told in the voice of the young Momaday...so the wonder and pride shine through as he and his family host the Baby Jesus during the Christmas festival...even as he mourns the loss of his beloved grandpa.
A gentle story that could inspire many discussions of family and cultural traditions, and a glimpse into the experiences that helped mold this national treasure of a man.
The story is told in the voice of the young Momaday...so the wonder and pride shine through as he and his family host the Baby Jesus during the Christmas festival...even as he mourns the loss of his beloved grandpa.
A gentle story that could inspire many discussions of family and cultural traditions, and a glimpse into the experiences that helped mold this national treasure of a man.
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