When my daughter Ann (pictured above Halloween 1995) was about this age we took her on a trip to the Red Rock Country of the Southwestern United States. One of our stops was the Great Navajo Reservation. We were on a site looking down on the ruins of Canyon de Chelly and there were some Navajo grandmothers selling turquoise jewelry. They were fascinated by little Ann with her golden hair and sky blue eyes. They surrounded Ann and made those “cluck cluck” sounds common to all grandmothers. Ann was not in the least worried as she was pretty much used to being fussed over by grandmas.
Now, you would think that these ladies would be used to white folks but they truly seemed to treat Ann as unique. They spoke little English but kept muttering the same Navajo phrase. Finally one of them placed a child’s bracelet on Ann’s wrist as a gift. She pointed to the blue in the stone and then Ann’s eyes then the sky. Then to the gold seams in the stone, Ann’s hair and the sun. Then she said in English “sky baby”. Ann now had a native American name. Sky baby. It fit her perfectly.