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 Flood refugees from Arkansas near Memphis (Texas, 1937).  These people, with all their belongings,  Flood refugees from Arkansas near Memphis (Texas, 1937).  These people, with all their belongings,  Flood refugees from Arkansas near Memphis (Texas, 1937).  These people, with all their belongings,  Flood refugees from Arkansas near Memphis (Texas, 1937).  These people, with all their belongings,  Flood refugees from Arkansas near Memphis (Texas, 1937).  These people, with all their belongings,  Flood refugees from Arkansas near Memphis (Texas, 1937).  These people, with all their belongings,

Flood refugees from Arkansas near Memphis (Texas, 1937).  These people, with all their belongings, are bound for the Lower Rio Grande Valley, where they hope to pick cotton.


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Serafina (Autumn Leaf) Tafoya c. 1900

Kha'PO Owingeh


Serafina Gutierrez Tafoya (1863-1949) was a potter from Santa Clara Pueblo. She married Jose Geronimo Tafoya in 1883 and they raised a family of 10 children. Their youngest daughter was Margaret Tafoya.

Serafina had a deep spiritual connection with her clay. She made traditional Santa Clara pottery of exceptional quality and size.

Maria Martinez spent some time in Serafina’s household as a teenager and when she needed to learn how to make red pottery turn black, she went to Serafina. Serafina taught her that and gave her some tips on burnishing, too.

Serafina was the first potter at Santa Clara to extend hand-imprint decorations further and begin the evolution that led to today’s carved pots. She experimented with sizes and shapes and incorporated tribal stories into the design of her pots. Serafina was able to pass down her knowledge and her spiritual connection with the clay to several generations of her family before she passed on in 1949.

(eyesofthepot.com)

Serafina is my great-great-grandmother. The stories I hear of her inspire me to dig back to my roots & the sacred power of clay. It runs through my veins as it does the land.

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