Sunday, July 26, 2009


My daughters and I went to the mountain this morning to pick huckleberries. My mom, Kaleb, and Shanoah also made the trip with us.

We follow a tradition going back thousands of years; the Spokane historically traveled to these mountains every summer to gather enough huckleberries to last all year. Nowadays, we simply collect enough berries to honor our traditions. We freeze them and save them for winter. Eating huckleberries at a winter feast is like having a mouthful of summer.

And for me, the huckleberries help me keep my traditions alive. My ancestors come alive during the ceremony dinners and when we gather our traditional foods. I feel close to the spirit in those moments, and hope to instill that feeling in my children.

A thunderstorm roared over the mountain at about 4:00 in the afternoon, drenching the hillside in rain. Thunderbolts cracked overhead and almost convinced us to abandon our mission. But when the storm passed, we discovered a hidden cache of berries, now sparkling amid crystal drops of water.


jenX said...

So beautiful, Barry. What rich experiences you are giving your children. The berries look so pretty in that basket.

Barry Moses (Sulustu) said...

Thanks Jen.

McKnights said...

What a wonderful tradition. I think it is so great that you stay so close to your heritage. I love hearing your stories and traditions that you participate it. It is a rich culture.

Barry Moses (Sulustu) said...

Thanks Candee. They are beautiful traditions, rich with meaning.

JJ said...

And on top of all that, they're just plain tasty. I'm so jealous.

Barry Moses (Sulustu) said...

Hey J.... don't mean to gloat, but YES they are delicious. ;)


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