Well, the days seem to drag on when you’re feeling blah and when you’re happy they fly, especially as we all get older and older. Hey, just be happy you’re still here. Heehee.
Life goes on, drags us kicking and screaming, and this is how fast life drags us…, “THEY” say the earliest evidence of any human beings in what is now called New Mexico, dates from about 20,000 years ago, give or take a hundred years. This evidence has been found near the mountains of Sandia near Albuquerque. The Taos people call these mountains the “Medicine Mountains.” This so-called Sandia man later was joined by some other crazy corn loving nomadic hunters—and the other hungry awesome travelers–the Clovis and Folsom people – from the northern and eastern portions of the country. Eventually, more stragglers tasted the corn of the people where the Cochise culture flourished in southwestern New Mexico (today’s modern kin are the Apaches) from about 10,000 to 500 BC.
The Ancient mound builders and Mogollon people tilled small farms in the southwest from 300 BC to about 100 years before that dude (Columbus) was ever born .
There is no account of our history celebrating, partying with corn beer when we were in darkness and the great flood…anyway.
At around the same time, maybe 1000 years earlier, were the Basket Makers, a semi-nomadic, pinon, turkey eating people who eventually decided that constantly making yucca Huarache’s was a drag so they were guided to become the Anasazi, (name given to them meaning the ancient enemies not the ancient people as some have translated). Even today, some Navajos never go to Chaco Canyon or Cliff Dwellers. The Anasazi, who made their home in the Four Corners region (where present-day New Mexico meets Colorado, Arizona and Utah), were the predecessors of the modern Pueblo Indians. These were amazing times that created the evolutionary world, of my world – the pueblo world.
Within that time, the Navajo – Dine’ – traveled across the barren bridges. Several 100 years of walking, more or less, and another ten years settled into the four corners.
We were cool for a few 1000 years then an occasional rock thrown here and hitting some dude’s head and a few years of feuding started. Remember these days were the days before the horse, so chasing an enemy over the hill versus a juicy fat jack-rabbit seems a better option. So peaceful life was the norm and not because we didn’t want the testosterone fueled revenge, it was simply that we were much more skinnier and hungrier.
In the new year or around the year of 1540 or so, Francisco Vásquez de Coronado led the earliest expedition to New Mexico, guided and lead by a black slave by the name of Estabanico, possibly one of the greatest unknown explorers of our time; however, that’s another story.
80 years before the strange Pilgrims landed at Plymouth Rock.
A brief moment in time in 1598, guided by Estabanico, Don Juan de Onate led an expedition up the Rio Grande, where, one year later he established the settlement of San Gabriel, near present-day San Juan Cabelleros.
The great year in 1610, again mas-o-menos, the Spaniards moved their capital of activity to what is now Santa Fe where it was considered safe because it was a burial ground and the Pueblos didn’t go there too often.
For more than two or more generations, the Spaniards, who concentrated their lively-hood and settlements, farms, slavery, convicting protection and ranches in the upper Rio Grande Valley, dominated New Mexico.
Except for a period from 1680 to about 1693, when the Pueblo Indians temporarily regained control of the region. That, also, is another story.
So you have a NUTSHELL version of history..all I gotta say is if you’re 15, 35, 55, 05, 87, you ain’t shit when it comes to how long we have been here..
So… kick this short life in the ass, No %^&*ing regrets and No Bull-ssshhhhht!!!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!
give it all!
eat good food!
kiss!…And by next year you will look back, if you’re lucky, and say DAMN I made it another year.
I LOVE YOU ALL!