Sunday, July 28, 2013

Fifty Years Ago Today - Salt

Sunday, July 28, 1963

Local people came by Gunts after working in their gardens, bringing fruits and vegetables to exchange with us for salt.  Many years ago, before salt was commercially available in distant trade stores, the Maring had collected salt from the few salt springs within their territory. Though considerably easier to get from visiting anthropologists, it was still a prized item, used sparingly to season steamed food. 


Two little girls savor the tiny heaps of salt that their mothers have treated them to.



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Saturday, July 27, 2013

Fifty Years Ago Today - Possum Whiskers


The next day some of the dancers came back by Gunts hamlet on their way home to the other side of the mountain ridge. One of the young men was sporting an extra-wide bark belt over which he had folded a fine loin cloth netted with bark fiber interspersed with light-colored possum fur.  The fact that he was unfamiliar with photography did not hamper his proud self-presentation to us -  the first white-skinned people to live for any length in the area. 
His hair was carefully shaped in the form that marked young men during a period of initiation.  In the Maring language this treatment of the hair was called mamb ngunt'. The place of the mamb ngunt' in Maring society was explored by Roy A. Rappaport in his book Pigs for the Ancestors (1984:202)


We appreciated the quality of the young man's armband (ant'ipa) and his tubular woven belts, all made by local men from wild orchid fibre. These were given as gifts to each other and to the women of their families.  What was a complete surprise to us, and, indeed,  we never saw another example, was the bunches of possum whiskers that he had attached to the ends of a chain of tiny woven circles that hung from the heavy strands of trade beads around his neck.  To get a photograph which included as many of the items of his finery as possible, we asked him to toss the possum whiskers over his shoulder. 

Not only did we never again see possum whiskers used as decoration, we never even saw a live or dead possum that could have grown such wonderful whiskers.

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Friday, July 26, 2013

Fifty Years Ago Today - In the Simbai Valley of Papua New Guinea


On July 26, 1963, I woke up in the little thatched house in the hamlet of Gunts where my husband and I had been living for the past five months.  We were learning about local agriculture, social organization and visual communication among the Maring people. Each day brought new experiences. On this particular day we heard cheerful shouting from the nearby trail that linked Gunts with all the other villages and hamlets scattered along the northern slopes of the Bismarck Mountains.  We grabbed our cameras and went out to see what was going on.

A contingent of dancers from across the mountains was proceeding 
ceremoniously along the trail, the men beating drums and singing. 
Local women on the way to their gardens, stopped, turned and responded with encouraging shouts.
Little boys joined in, and then ...
... in a rush to try to keep up with the dancers,
crowded between the women and clambered over a pile of stakes
that had been prepared for the building of a new house and fence.

The dancers had already disappeared into the distance.


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