#chuukese

[folkfashion]

Chuukese children, Federal States of Micronesia, by globalmusicsong

[folkfashion]

Chuukese dancers, Federal States of Micronesia, by celebratemicronesia

[this-is-my-main-i-follow-from]

I need this as an audiobook. I love learning about religions!

[yungjciminal]

[ramonssalas]

AAPI Heritage Month 🌴 I am Pacific Islander - Micronesian, Chuukese, CHamoru - and I am proud of my heritage. I come from a long lineage of farmers and fisherman. My grandparents and their grandparents, and their grandparents, survived off the land and sea. My people are the most humble, resilient, and resourceful people on the planet. I am Pacific Islander and I am proud of my heritage. I don’t need a necklace (or a day or month) to show my islander pride, but beautiful pieces like my Guini (spondylus necklace) made by @_menhalom_ tie us to our ancestors and this sacred land we call home. Saina Ma’åse to the local artists that keep our ancestral ways alive through their craftsmanship. #aapiheritagemonth #PacificIslander #Micronesian #Chuukese #CHamoru #chamorujewelry #micrONEsia #chuuk #tongeichuuk #guam #fsm #islasmarianas #marianaislands 🌴☀️🇫🇲🇬🇺🐟🌊🐚 (at Mangilao, Guam) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeNyFcdueL-ypo7395SXNvFcjQbALPzIqOQ5y40/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ramonssalas]

If you’ve ever been to my house (the same house that holds so many memories of my late paternal grandparents), you’d have noticed the beautiful, huge breadfruit tree that sits in my yard. This tree has been here longer than I’ve been alive and I have many fond memories in this very spot. The fruit of this tree - the breadfruit - is a symbol of life, of comfort, of unity to me. All throughout Micronesia and especially in the islands of my ancestors, Chuuk and Guam, breadfruit is a source of life. In both Chuukese and CHamoru cultures, before rice was introduced to the islands, there was breadfruit. Growing up Chuukese on Guam, I experienced so much racism and segregation, even from those I once called family. I find beauty in a simple breadfruit, in the food of my ancestors, because it has always been a commonality in both my cultures. The CHamoru man in me loves BBQ lemmai just as much as the Chuukese man in me prefers mai, or kon, over rice. The breadfruit is something loved by both Chuukese and CHamoru, my people. If only both sides would realize that there are more ways in which we are similar than different, like our love of the breadfruit, no child would ever experience the hurt of racism again, especially within our islands. I defend my cultures, both Chuukese and CHamoru, and I am proud of where I come from. Under this very tree, in this exact spot, my grandfather once told me, “This lemmai tree is older than my grandpa, Boy, don’t ever cut it down.” Under this very tree, my grandpa and I would sit while he told stories of his days as a boy. My grandfather’s land, now passed down to me, is sacred land. This is why I chose this spot for our family photos this year: because the symbolism of the breadfruit resonates deeply with my family, because this is home for me, and to honor my grandfather who recently passed away in the house that sits on this land. These people are my FAMILY - my mother, my father, my sister and her spouse and children - and we are the epitome of love, deeply rooted in our cultures and faith. I love you all deeply. Ai tong ngeni kemi. Hu guaiya hamyu todu. #family #love #chuukese #chamoru 💚🌱🌿🍃👨‍👩‍👧‍👦👨‍👩‍👧‍👧🧔🏽‍♂️ (at Mangilao, Guam) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdWI1ZEpMQdJsOoyXExp2uRH0Kc_s5Z98helUg0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ramonssalas]

If you’ve ever been to my house (the same house that holds so many memories of my late paternal grandparents), you’d have noticed the beautiful, huge breadfruit tree that sits in my yard. This tree has been here longer than I’ve been alive and I have many fond memories in this very spot. The fruit of this tree - the breadfruit - is a symbol of life, of comfort, of unity to me. All throughout Micronesia and especially in the islands of my ancestors, Chuuk and Guam, breadfruit is a source of life. In both Chuukese and CHamoru cultures, before rice was introduced to the islands, there was breadfruit. Growing up Chuukese on Guam, I experienced so much racism and segregation, even from those I once called family. I find beauty in a simple breadfruit, in the food of my ancestors, because it has always been a commonality in both my cultures. The CHamoru man in me loves BBQ lemmai just as much as the Chuukese man in me prefers mai, or kon, over rice. The breadfruit is something loved by both Chuukese and CHamoru, my people. If only both sides would realize that there are more ways in which we are similar than different, like our love of the breadfruit, no child would ever experience the hurt of racism again, especially within our islands. I defend my cultures, both Chuukese and CHamoru, and I am proud of where I come from. Under this very tree, in this exact spot, my grandfather once told me, “This lemmai tree is older than my grandpa, Boy, don’t ever cut it down.” Under this very tree, my grandpa and I would sit while he told stories of his days as a boy. My grandfather’s land, now passed down to me, is sacred land. This is why I chose this spot for our family photos this year: because the symbolism of the breadfruit resonates deeply with my family, because this is home for me, and to honor my grandfather who recently passed away in the house that sits on this land. These people are my FAMILY - my mother, my father, my sister and her spouse and children - and we are the epitome of love, deeply rooted in our cultures and faith. I love you all deeply. Ai tong ngeni kemi. Hu guaiya hamyu todu. #family #love #chuukese #chamoru 💚🌱🌿🍃👨‍👩‍👧‍👦👨‍👩‍👧‍👧🧔🏽‍♂️ (at Mangilao, Guam) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdWC4ofLYnC1Y6_PglySM4jq_Tv1FIos_RLE4c0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ramonssalas]

My mom playing the ukulele while she and her younger sisters visit and sing Chuukese church hymns to their sick cousin is all the joy I need in my life this week. I am grateful to come from a very tight-knit family, and even more grateful that my mother instilled in me the importance of culture, language, traditions, and family. These moments are so special to me, and I am thankful to be able to share in them. Fun fact: I did not know my mom can play the ukulele AND the guitar. Our parents are so much more than just our parents, especially before parenthood took over for them. Take time to speak to your parents, get to know them more, ask what life was like before you ever entered into their lives. My mom and her sisters didn’t grow up with technology, so to pass the time, whenever they weren’t at school or church, they would hike to my grandpa’s ranch and sit under his breadfruit trees and just sing with their ukulele all day. All eight sisters formed a deep bond and connection by singing and taking turns playing the ukulele. #ukulele #Chuukese #Micronesian #nesianPRIDE 🇫🇲🌴❤️ (at Agana Heights) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSvOjV0pk3MX_7Zq4ahb2Kh3Du3JVDCO_8rZRk0/?utm_medium=tumblr