The power of the family drum remains tied to my heart．Every winter as long as I can 1 , family and friends gathered at my grandfather's home in the traditional village of Taos Pueblo, New Mexico, on January 6．
I remember 2 great fondness as a young boy watching and eventually 3 the buffalo dance during the day．In the evening my grandfather's home became the central 4 place for family, friends and relatives．
My father loved to 5 , the old Taos Pueblo and Apache round dance songs dating back 6 the late 1800s．I would watch him close his eyes and he seemed to travel back in time trying to 7 a particular sage's (先哲的)song．With a growing smile, he would start beating the 8 and introduce an ancient song．
The day I was finally 9 to sit around the family drum was a 10 time for me, involving extreme boyhood concentration, not only to memorize the 11 , but also to beat the drum on tempo(节拍)and put the singing together with the drum beat．I made my share of 12 , and I must have sounded like a young wolf howling among those more experienced, 13 in time I gained confidence, and a voice 14 enough to start leading some of the songs．
Sitting around the family drum with my father and uncles brought me a sense of great comfort and inner 15 ．It was a wonderful experience to be 16 around the circle of love, acceptance and teaching．
Sometimes while we were singing, there might 17 a knock at the door．In Pueblo tradition, the person outside would peek his head in and 18 say, “I heard the drum, and I wanted to ask 19 to enter your house you ‘my’ grandfather would permit it! ” My grandfather would 20 nod and tell the visitor to enter and join us around the drum．
These are unforgettable memories, I often close my eyes and can hear uncles and my beloved father now departed singing around the family drum!
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