Museum Hill

A beautiful sunny day, still cold but it is sunny and we’ve been missing the sunshine!  When we have been to Santa Fe in the past we have been without a car, getting around on foot so we never made it up to Museum Hill and while not everyone is interested in spending too much time in museums we chose one, the Museum of International Folk Art. The Museum of Indian Arts & Culture, the Wheelwright Museum of the American Indian and the Museum of Spanish Colonial Art, share the same hilltop location, as does the Santa Fe Botanical Garden.



Sculpture Garden


Apache Mountain Spirit Dancer


The Museum of International Folk Art displays items from more than 100 countries around the globe through their folk arts. The Girard Wing showcased folk art, toys, miniatures and textiles collected over the lifetime of Alexander Girard, an architect and designer who not only contributed his amazing collection but also designed the entire exhibition.


Pueblo Life



Festival Day


La Cocina




Beaded Figures

Beaded Figures

Another gallery featured flamenco from Spain to New Mexico with vintage videos and beautiful dance costumes.





One of the more touching exhibits was the in the Gallery of Conscience devoted to social issues.  Between Two Worlds: Folk Artists Reflect on the Immigration Experiences explores the human side of immigration through paintings and works on paper about immigrant journeys and the challenges of transitioning to a new home. Visitors are invited to partake in the current exhibition by telling their own stories; notebooks are stationed around the room.


A large trunk holds note cards you can fill out . . . the question to answer “If you could take only one thing with you to a new land what would it be?”   The card on top said “courage”. It was very thought provoking and moving.   A poem also caught my eye written by a 16-year-old girl whose family immigrated making Santa Fe their home.


We Survive

Every day as you wake up

People are already up and working

Up and waking

Up and running, for their lives

Crossing deserts, crossing rivers

Under the hot, burning sun

Through storms and rain

With thirst, with hunger

Overwhelmed, depressed, crushed, torn

Overall terrified, frightened

Scared that that will be the last day

Scared to be caught, because

They left their family; lost memories

They left their land, their language and culture

Because there weren’t enough jobs

Therefore no money, therefore no access to good education or to good nutrition for their

Family; no opportunities

They left to “the land of opportunities”

“the land of the free”

“the land of the brave”

They left and when the arrived

They were criticized, they were discriminated against

They were called ugly names like “wetbacks, beaners, aliens, illegal’s,

Brown people, brown people because we are not humans we are just colors

Yet, they still keep going

They still survive

We survive

I have a question, If Latin Americans are called ‘wetbacks’ for crossing a river

Then what are you ancestors called for crossing an entire ocean?



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