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As I pulled, tugged and cursed at one particularly well rooted plant, I was reminded of a recent visitor to Twin Rocks Trading Post. This man, who was long past middle age, came in, politely greeted Priscilla and me and began carefully inspecting each turquoise bracelet, bolo tie, bangle and bobble in the store. I worried that if he expanded his task to include Navajo rugs and baskets, I would be there all day and all night; maybe into the following week.
As his investigation proceeded, he began to fire off questions about Navajo legends, medicine men, healing ceremonies and cultural taboos. With his intelligent brow, round reading glasses, careful diction and precise questioning, he might have been a professor at some expensive Eastern liberal arts college. All that was missing was a tweed jacket, rumpled white shirt, woolen trousers, bow tie, paisley stockings and loafers.
Filling him in the best I could, and relying on Priscilla to back me up when I had no insight into the specific inquiry, I wondered at his interest in these cultural phenomena. After about 30 minutes of constant questioning from this elderly gentleman, I felt compelled to put a question to him. “What is your interest?” I asked. “Well, I’m from South Carolina”, he responded, “and down home we still have people practicing Voodoo. Our West African traditions have some similarities to your Navajo beliefs.” “Oh yeah?” I replied, baiting him to continue.
We had already considered the Navajo legend that arrowheads are made by Grandfather Horned Toad and that they are used as protection against evil spirits. I had explained how Navajo people sometimes feel they have been cursed by someone who has placed a turquoise bead or other foreign object in their body. “It takes a medicine man to extract the substance and get the patient right”, I advised.
Momentarily forgetting his geography, he asked, “Has anybody ever put a root on you?” “A root?” I replied, puzzled by the question. “Oh, sorry,” he said, “that’s South Carolinian Voodoo terminology. Down south, if you want to place a spell on somebody, you ‘put roots on them’ and then a ‘root doctor’ must be engaged to undo the curse.”
A root doctor, like a Navajo medicine man, treats ailments with a variety of remedies made from indigenous plants. Unscrupulous root doctors may be also asked to place a root on one’s enemy. This involves preparing potions from graveyard dirt, powdered snake or other compounds.
After thinking it through, I assured him that, “As far as I know, there are no roots on me.” “That’s good. Best to keep it that way,” he cautioned, concluding the conversation and exiting the building.
As I pulled and scratched at my obstinate weed, I questioned whether I had indeed been rooted by someone who had it in for me. “Maybe it’s my parents”, I thought, remembering the past. Surveying my yard, I wondered whether I could find a root doctor on Angie’s List or in the local Yellow Pages.
With Warm Regards;
Steve, Barry, Priscilla and Danny; the team.