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    Adobe Doorways
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    Adobe Doorways

    By Dorothy L. Pillsbury

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    Following on from the first in this series, No High Adobe, which was published in 1950, in this 1952 follow-up, Adobe Doorways, author Dorothy L. Pillsbury takes the reader on a journey into the heart—and often the soul—of Northern New Mexico. We visit Teronrio Flat, as well as friends in the Indian Pueblos and Spanish-American villages in the mountains.

    As with No High Adobe, this exuberant collection of thirty-six tales emanate from the author’s deep experience of the land and its people, conveying the spirit of both with the care of a loving friends and the skill of a talented storyteller.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPapamoa Press
    Release dateJan 12, 2017
    ISBN9781787208360
    Adobe Doorways
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    Dorothy L. Pillsbury

    DOROTHY L. PILLSBURY (May 1888 - April 15, 1967) was a Californian writer. Born Dorothy Pinckney in New Jersey in 1888, she graduated from Pomona College, California and attended the University of Southern California and the University of New Mexico. She also attended schools in Mexico and Puerto Rico, where she conducted research for her writing. She spent fifteen years as a social worker in Los Angeles before moving to New Mexico in 1942 to become a full time writer. Her published books relate to the culture of New Mexico and include No High Adobe (1950), Adobe Doorways (1952), Roots in Adobe (1959), and Star Over Adobe (1963). Pillsbury resided in Santa Fe, New Mexico for 25 years. She was a winner of the Zia Award, presented by the New Mexico Press Women’s Association. She died in Santa Fe in 1967 at the age of 78.

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      Adobe Doorways - Dorothy L. Pillsbury

      This edition is published by Papamoa Press – www.pp-publishing.com

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      Text originally published in 1952 under the same title.

      © Papamoa Press 2017, all rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted by any means, electrical, mechanical or otherwise without the written permission of the copyright holder.

      Publisher’s Note

      Although in most cases we have retained the Author’s original spelling and grammar to authentically reproduce the work of the Author and the original intent of such material, some additional notes and clarifications have been added for the modern reader’s benefit.

      We have also made every effort to include all maps and illustrations of the original edition the limitations of formatting do not allow of including larger maps, we will upload as many of these maps as possible.

      ADOBE DOORWAYS

      BY

      DOROTHY L. PILLSBURY

      Vignettes by

      M. J. Davis

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      Contents

      TABLE OF CONTENTS 4

      ACKNOWLEDGMENT 5

      Little Adobe House 6

      Gadgets Overtake The Bodgets 9

      The Grand Repast 11

      Home-Keeping Hearts 13

      Language of the Heart 15

      Tienda Testing Ground 18

      That Carmencita Wins Again 20

      The Fifth Ear of Corn 22

      Son of Koshare 24

      Violeta Beauty Shop 27

      Off the Paved Roads 29

      A Shepherding Land 31

      Flicker’s Feather 33

      Part of the Gift 35

      In Such a Time of Quietude 38

      Cobwebs and Cables 40

      The Bed of Sabelita 43

      The Eyes See; the Heart Knows 48

      Snow in Adobe Land 50

      Those Christmas Windows 52

      Bilingual Bewilderment 54

      Sweet Singing Land 56

      Old Songs and New Inventions 58

      Acequias Are Open Now 60

      The Laughter of Genoveva 62

      Indigenous 64

      Land of a fourth Dimension 66

      Pattern Named Runaway 69

      Time in Tenorio Flat 71

      Passed by Here 73

      One Little Indian Girl 75

      The Rhythm Of Jémez 78

      Adobe Madonna 80

      The Singing Heart 83

      Awake in the Sun 85

      Old Crossroads of the Nation 88

      REQUEST FROM THE PUBLISHER 91

      ACKNOWLEDGMENT

      Grateful acknowledgment is hereby expressed by author and publisher alike to:

      The Christian Science Monitor, in which most of these stories were originally published;

      New Mexico Magazine for permission to reprint Adobe Spells Contentment and Crossroads of the World;

      Southwest Review, Southern Methodist University Press, for permission to reprint The Bed of Sabelita;

      Letter, the Magazine of Relationships and Recognitions, for permission to reprint Adobe Madonna;

      Houghton Mifflin Company for permission to quote one stanza of Mary Roberts Coolidge’s Navajo Night Chant, originally published in The Rain-Makers.

      Credit is also given the New York Century Company for the quotations from Mary Austin’s Land of Journey’s Ending.

      Little Adobe House

      ONE THING the three peoples who live in northern New Mexico have in common is a great contentment with their squat adobe houses. Most of the Pueblo Indians live in such houses and so do the Spanish-Americans. Among the Anglos, a veritable cult of adobe dwellers has sprung up.

      Tomes have been written about the adobe houses of Santa Fe and vicinity. They go expertly into brickmaking, floor plans, vigas, canales, portales, and corner fogones. They delve back into history and jump to modern architectural approval. But the cult of adobe lovers knows it is all surface stuff. It is like describing a lovely and beguiling woman by giving her dress size and naming her brand of cosmetics.

      The cult knows that, in all the world, there is nothing so heart-and-eye satisfying as a little adobe house. They think of peach and apple blossoms stenciled pinkly against thick brown walls, of summer hollyhocks, crimson, yellow, and cream, reaching for flat roof-tops. They think something should be said about the silver bubbles of piñón smoke that float from stubby chimneys against autumn skies and fill the air with that fragrance which will be forever our New Mexico. Especially they want mentioned the little golden cubes of houses scattered like children’s building blocks over the bleak whiteness of a winter’s night.

      The most ardent of the cult are converts with all the convert’s zeal and fire. The natives, Indians and Spanish-American, take adobe all in stride as they take the russet-hued tierra and the rhythm of the seasons. It is the Anglo convert to adobe who has made of adobe-dwelling a philosophy and a song.

      All Anglos who live in adobe houses are not members of the cult. Some live in them as they would live in any other kind of house and lament the drafts that filter in under poorly-hung doors and around out-of-plumb windows. They even use harsh words when they find one end of a room to be eighteen inches narrower than the other.

      But real members of the cult drift to adobe living as naturally as tumbleweeds roll to a fence corner. It is a mistake to think they are all artists and writers. Some are clerks, schoolteachers, businessmen, bankers, lawyers, and plumbers. From time to time, some backslide, sell out, and depart for what they call civilized living. Back they come wild-eyed and breathless to buy raveling walls and sagging roof in the hope of resurrecting the dear lost love.

      Visitors passing briefly through the country often become converts. I’ll never be happy until I own one of those little adobe houses, they exclaim. Nobody knows how many sales managers, stenographers, social workers, and steam fitters scattered through the length and breadth of the land are living with the memory of a little corner fireplace as a pillar of fire in the wilderness.

      Members of the cult may be recognized by the fact that they always refer to their adobe houses as to living personalities. Also at some time or another, they ask wistfully, What is there about a little adobe house? Voices trail off vaguely into space. The question is never answered.

      Mary Austin, who was a member of the cult, knew. In her Land of Journey’s Ending, she says that one really knows an adobe house only when the mud roofs are muffled in snow and the flames of cedar run up the walls of corner fireplaces. But, alas, Mary did not explain much more about her little adobe house.

      She, who loved this region with a passion, must have known that the primal charm of an adobe house is its earthiness. It does not have to be coaxed to blend with the soil. It is the soil. Brown adobe walls are the strong, warm arms of Earth-Mother around her children. Adobe dwellers recognize this vaguely. I feel so secure, they say.

      Other house walls merely shut out wind and cold. Adobe walls, often being out-of-line around openings, do not shut out the elements as effectually as those of other construction. But—and this is the essence of adobe—they give the effect of shutting out not only wind and cold, but the tumult of the world. That sense of security may well have come down a long psychological ladder from those faraway days when prehistoric man found his first real shelter in a clay-walled cave.

      Next to earthliness, the adobe house beguiles with simplicity. As life becomes more and more involved, snarled and confused, an adobe house becomes an island of sanity in a sea of jitters. There is something about its sun burnished outer walls and its plain, white inner spaces that says, Why complicate living? That simplicity has the magic ability to absorb the electrical and mechanical gadgets of modern living and still give the effect of the primitive.

      Perhaps this magic ability to absorb the mechanics of modern living is part and parcel of nature’s protective coloring. In spite of thick walls, an adobe house has no sharply defined line between indoors and out. It is as if the landscape obligingly moves inside. Perhaps it is because those walls are only a little elevation of the soil outside. Perhaps it is because the vigas—those cinnamon-colored shafts of pine trees which hold up the low ceiling—carry the memory of forest spaces down their lengths.

      And then there is the fogón, that minute fireplace built across the corner of a room. It is whitely-kalsomined like the walls and its opening is beehive-shaped. Indented shelves where blue candles burn in tin candlesticks make it a kind of earthy altar where a strand of scarlet chiles and five ears of Indian corn pay tribute to the earth.

      To sit around that tiny fireplace is to know that it is like no other fireplace on earth, be it red brick, white marble, or imported tile. To watch piñón logs fluttering sequined butterfly wings up its sooty inner sides, is to know why this small fogón is different from all others. That fire, burning without andirons, is mankind’s old friend, the campfire. Around it have sat, from time’s beginning, all of life’s wanderers.

      Such houses are not acquired merely by consultations with architects and contractors, nor by the signing of a check. The adobe houses of cult members evolve much as a sea shell adds a new cell or the wild plum tree sends a lace draped branch toward the sun.

      These adobe dwellers think someone, even in the midst of brick counting and plumbing specifications, should mention the deep accord that exists between their little mud houses and the natural universe about them. Moonlight gilds their walls at night, stars stare primly over the rounded edges of flat roofs. From the first froth of wild plum blossom to the time of snows when dark tufts of piñón trees tie white hillsides together, little adobe houses hum with deep contentment. It is a simple, humble little song, the merest thread of a melody caught from a deeper rhythm. But we who live in such little houses find our own hearts singing with them.

      Gadgets Overtake The Bodgets

      FOR FORTY YEARS Mr. and Mrs. Bodget had dreamed of the land where you have time to do all the things you’ve wanted to do. In Mr. Bodget’s case that meant art. To Mrs. Bodget it meant wood carving and weaving. To both of them it meant humdrum living reduced to its utmost simplicity. Especially—I quote Mr. Bodget—it meant a retreat from the slavery of modern gadgets.

      During the forty years they had sampled the things they had wanted to do in tantalizing

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