Ode to My Ancestors - Why Beading is so Important to Me
Plains Native Woman (tribe unknown) carrying traditional beaded cradle board (this is one of my favorite pictures) Every day, I am struck in some way by the beauty that is my culture. Odds are, if you have visited my blog before, you can sense my intense pride in my culture, and this stems in no small way from the stories of endurance and strength I have heard from my family. For my final post, I want to share with you some stories of my family, and why beadwork, quillwork and leather work are such important art forms for me. (left) Mabel Eagle, early 1980's, with her granddaughter, my auntie To start at the tail-end of my family's very sad history, I will start with my paternal great- grandmother. Mabel Eagle, who is the first member of my family to be put on a reservation. Before she came to Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota, she and her family lived at a concentration camp in Minnesota. Here, her mother and older sisters starved to death, and her father a