Chumash publish Samala dictionary
Hearing Julie reminded me of an article on the Chumash language that I read in the Times last spring:
Chumash recover their ‘alishtaha’n
The last fluent speaker of Samala died in 1965, but thanks to a trove of anthropological notes, a linguist has drafted a 608-page dictionary to keep the tribal tongue alive.
A generation ago, the ancient Chumash tongue of Samala was all but dead, its songs and sagas buried in a university basement beneath mountains of yellowing research notes.
But now Samala is the talk of the reservation.
Thanks largely to a non-American Indian graduate student who was working for pocket money 40 years ago, the tribe has unveiled the first major Samala dictionary, a key moment in the language’s rebirth.
At a lavish event in the Chumash casino’s concert hall Friday night, most of the tribe’s 150 enrolled members lined up for copies of the long-awaited 608-page book.
“This is awesome,” said Nakia Zavalla, the 33-year-old cultural director for the Santa Ynez band of the Chumash, handling the volume as gingerly as a sacred text. “We won’t have to constantly go searching for our culture – now it’s right here.”
The dictionary’s 4,000 entries sound as foreign to most of the tribe members as they were familiar to their ancestors. It’s a tough language for English speakers, filled with sharp interruptions called glottal stops. Some words don’t quite roll off the tongue – qalpsik is to braid the hair tight – and more than 100 prefixes can dramatically change the meaning of verbs.
“There are so many rules,” moaned Zavalla. “Just a glottal stop – it sounds like uh-oh – can change the meaning of ma from ‘the’ to ‘rabbit.’
The last Chumash fluent in the language died in 1965. For years, speaking Samala carried a stigma, even on the reservation. At the American Indian boarding schools attended by students in past generations, use of native tongues was a punishable offense, a serious violation in an environment that aimed to minimize the value of being Indian.
More recently, some parents saw the language as a needless burden for their children – a reminder of an identity it sometimes seemed better to hide.
“I would never even tell people I was Chumash,” said Sarah Moses, 66, the head of the tribe’s education committee. “I would say I was Mexican.”
It was the same story in other tribes. About 30 of the state’s American Indian tongues have no speakers left and another 50 have only a few. Fueled in some cases by revenue from their casinos, tribes have hired linguists to help them bring back languages now limited mostly to guest appearances in scholarly publications.
“There’s a huge resurgence of people wanting to get their languages back,” said Leanne Hinton, the retired head of UC Berkeley’s linguistics department and a consultant for several tribes. “This Samala dictionary is going to be an extremely important reference, particularly with no native speakers left.”
At Friday night’s ceremony, state education secretary Jack O’Connell called the dictionary’s unveiling “a truly historic, monumental occasion,” and the crowd burst into applause.
Servers circulated from table to table offering gift bags stuffed with small mementos: A tin of M&M’s stamped with the Samala words for good – choho – and hello – haku; a deck of 52 illustrated flash cards with words like watermelon (santiya), donkey (wulu), to be half-dark (unatixivi); and a butter cookie topped with a four-color reproduction of the dictionary’s cover on sugary, edible paper.
Guests dined on prime rib and lobster. They sipped lemonade from crystal flutes. They listened to speeches. Through a veil of sweet-smelling sage smoke, they watched dancers clad in a cascade of feathers, shells and hides. At evening’s end, many stood before linguist Richard Applegate, asking for his autograph on the volumes they would tote back home.
He signed book after book with a smile, advising his fans to be of good cheer – ‘alishtaha’n – even if they had to wrestle with two glottal stops and a throaty, rasping ‘h’ to do it.
“You’ve given us a wonderful gift,” said Elaine Schneider, a Chumash elder. “The first thing I’m going to do is look up the words for my daily prayer: ‘Creator, protect us.’ ”
In his tweed jacket and wire-rimmed glasses, Applegate looked like the academician he’s been for most of his life. What he didn’t look like was the world’s foremost speaker of Samala – a language he’d barely heard of before casting around for a part-time job at UC Berkeley in 1968.
As a graduate student there, Applegate earned money sorting through endless boxes of notes by John P. Harrington, a brilliant and eccentric anthropologist who had poured himself into the study of California’s American Indians. A pack rat, Harrington stuffed 1 million sheets of paper – along with random pieces of laundry and half-eaten sandwiches – into crates that wound up in basements and warehouses all over the West.
But Harrington was a meticulous observer, and what Applegate discovered was a trove of invaluable information on Chumash life and the half-dozen languages of the Chumash groups along California’s coast.
In a sometimes indecipherable scrawl, Harrington recorded several years of interviews with Maria Ysidora de Refugio Solares, a Santa Ynez Chumash woman who told him stories about a bear attack and a mission revolt, the details of childbirth and the proper way for children to dispose of teeth that fall out.
Entranced by the language, Applegate did his doctoral dissertation and a few scholarly papers on Samala. He moved on to other things, but about five years ago, the tribe asked him to start a language program. He eventually chose five “apprentices,” adults who pass Samala words on to their children and to different groups around the reservation.
Applegate’s program also produced the dictionary, which is far more reader-friendly than the dry listing of Samala words he assembled for his dissertation in 1972. Photos of tribal members and their pets illustrate many entries in the dictionary. Beside the entry for texewec – to bask, or sun oneself – is a woman poolside, in sunglasses, reading a copy of Chumash magazine.
In remarks that drew a standing ovation Friday night, Applegate invoked the tribe’s “spirit leaders” – especially Solares, whom he described as being patient with Harrington’s pestering so that vital information could be passed to future generations.
The dictionary is “far too beautiful and useful to sit on the coffee table or the shelf – so use it!” he urged, his voice cracking a little. “My deepest wish is not to be the sole culture-bearer of the language, and this is coming true. So thank you all.”