ABSTRACT
If i remember correctly, it was when I returned from mountain work in the fall of 1953 that the tukipasuy (ceremonial wineoffering chopstick) my father had treasured above all else was not in sight. The tukipasuy is a revered object, believed to ensure that our supplications are heard by the gods if, prior to prayer, it is soaked in wine. That such an important utensil was missing ...
