As a young woman bid her Grandmother good-bye, The old one wrapped a colorful blanket around the younger.... With no further words exchanged, the old one watched the bus pull away from the curb. When the horizon seemed to have swallowed the bus, she turned and made her way home.
Many years earlier..... A young woman discovered a colorful blanket as she cleaned her attic. There perfectly folded, it's colors jumped out. Beckoning her to touch it... The young woman delighted in it's vibrant patterns. Her hands ran over it's texture, worn from age. The morning sun danced on it's colorful patterns, making it look fresh and new. How odd the young woman thought. The blanket was surely very old, yet in the light of the day, it looked brand new. It's velvet like texture belied it's age. She took it from it's place and wrapped it around her. Sitting down, her hand caressing the blanket, she closed her eyes trying to imagine the first owner of the blanket...........
Melodious notes rode on the night wind into the dwelling. A young woman inside, stirred in her sleep. Her Grandmother nudged her to wake, for the Grandmother knew the beautiful song was for her Granddaughter. There in the night, a young man who had sought permission to court her, played his song to her. The young woman smiled. For, she knew this music to be that of, Rides His Horse Backwards. They had always been friends.
"Tomorrow,". " she thought. "He will surely bring gifts and ask to court me."
When silence replaced the songs of Rides His Horse Backwards, The young woman had fallen sound asleep. The Grandmother remembering her own time, rose to find the blanket which she had courted under. There among her most precious possessions, she found a colorful blanket. Tomorrow she would gift it to Rides His Horse Backwards.
When the next day, the young man came to ask permission to court, the Grandmother answered him without words. Holding out to him... a beautiful blanket. The young man understood her gift. When he came again that night, it was under this blanket that he played the courting song. For many nights he came this way. He and his love sat together under the colorful blanket. In time they were married. The blanket under their feet, as their hearts became one. When Creator gifted them with a strong son, he came into this world upon the colorful blanket. Their child became a great Warrior of his people. He became known to all as "Colorful Blanket" as he was never seen without wearing the blanket............
The attic light now growing dim... The young woman made her way down the steep stairs. Smiling as she caressed the blanket still wrapped around her.
"Indeed this is a special blanket, " She thought. "It is an honor blanket for it holds the story of my family."
When many years had passed, the time came when her own Granddaughter was leaving to attend college. As her beloved one departed. she wrapped a blanket around her and said,
"Woven in the threads of this blanket, is the story of your family. When your eyes fall upon it's beautiful colors, remember the love your family holds for you."