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Your dreams have to be bigger than you are

I’m always on the lookout for an inspirational quote. Besides scripture and more obviously spiritual sources, today I was touched by a line I heard while watching highlights from the Pro Football Hall of Fame induction. Deion Sanders grew up poor. He strove for excellence on the playing fields to rise above that and to provide for his family, especially his mother.

Your dreams have to be bigger than you are.

I hope that we pass that attitude on to our Lakota youth, that they can dream big and be dedicated in the pursuit of excellence, so they can grow and thrive.

We were delighted to offer hospitality to Brother Conrad, a Capuchin Franciscan who worked on Indian Reservations in Montana for many years. He has stayed with us several times over the years as he travels back to visit and reconnect with the people he came to know and love. While each tribe is unique, many of the Northern Plains tribes share much in common, and we compared stories about the joys and challenges of working in Indian Reservation communities. One of Brother Conrad’s gifts is carpentry and mechanical skills, and he spent many hours fixing buildings and helping people in that way. Because of his interest, we toured some of the construction projects happening on our campus.  While making the rounds we ran into a Houseparent couple, Robb and Cheryl, preparing the Hogebach house (HS girls) for the arrival of our students in a few days. Besides seeing the facilities, they gave a good overview about the kind of work and mentoring that goes on in the homes.

 

Wisdom and dedication

Our school bus was sitting in the parking lot, hood open and a group of people were gathered around looking at the engine. There wasn’t any trouble, just several of our St. Joseph’s Indian School staff members taking part in CDL training so they could get certified to drive the bus. Jerry  Vaad had been our mainstay behind the wheel, transporting several generations of sports teams and classrooms bound on field trips. But Jerry died toward the end of last school year. I’m grateful that six members of our staff heeded the call for help. Alice, one of our houseparents, was the only woman to sign up, but she said that if she could do it, anyone can, and she was going to encourage more women to sign up next time.

These last days of summer are a bit quieter and more relaxed. I have longer periods of time uninterrupted by meetings or phone calls, which lends itself to reading and preparation.  Today I worked on talks for the upcoming orientation and strategic planning, and got started on a homily. The time also lends itself to prayer and reflection. Walking by the Missouri River, I held up our students and staff in prayer, asking God for wisdom and dedication to make this another good year.

Hogs at St. Joseph’s Indian School

The hogs are on the road. Not the pork kind, but Harley Davidson motorcycles on their way to Sturgis, South Dakota. This is the busiest time of year on our highways, and you can hear the steady roar of the motors making their way west. We see a lot more motorcycles in our Akta Lakota Museum & Cultural Center parking lot as members of our tiyospaye – extended family stop to say hello, and tourists stop to learn about the Native American history and culture of the area.

I received a video from the Indian Land Tenure foundation. They educate people about how Federal Legislative policy has affected tribal rights and land situations. The video gave a broad history about such laws as the Indian Removal Act, Tribal Termination and the Dawes Allotment Act which checkerboarded many of the Indian Reservations. I’ve learned about this part of history over the years, and this was a good overview.  If anyone is interested in learning more about treaty rights the website is www.iltf.org!

Dog days of summer

After a morning at the desk and computer, I spent the afternoon walking around campus. The heat wave has let up for a few days, and it felt good to be out and about and see what staff members have been up to. When I’m on foot I always find out about projects that don’t make it into reports.

The Rec Center fixed up space in the activity room and now has an exercise station with 3 different computer activity systems – Connect, Wi Fi and Play Station. Like most young people, our students get immersed in gaming. We want to channel that interest in activities that help students both educationally and physically instead of allowing them to become couch potatoes. Watching some of the home computer activities last year, I know these games will be well used and prompt some healthy movement, jumping and dancing and building hand-eye coordination, all while also having some fun.

At the school, the Residential Coordinators were lined up in front of two long tables filled with pages and pages of paperwork. They were putting together packets to be handed out to houseparents and teachers for next week’s orientation. These include student handbooks, forms, guidelines, schedules and lists everyone will need.  We try to do as much as we can via computer, but there are some things that you just need in a file at your fingertips.

Tipi Press was producing stacks of the brochures that we will send out over the year: Planned Giving’s charitable gift annuity program, powwow materials, book marks and newsletters.

In the dog days of summer, before school actually starts, the incoming mail to Donor Services is lighter than other times of the year. Right now, we are actually able to respond to all the letters that come in the same day. But the staff is busy updating people’s files, weeding out duplicate addresses and cleaning out the nooks and crannies around the office. They found some Chuck E Cheese gift certificates tucked away in the recesses of the safe, so we’ll have to figure out which home gets dibs on those (although the closest such restaurant is 135 miles away in Sioux Falls, South Dakota and will have to wait for a home trip).

St. Joseph’s Indian School’s “Shop for a Cause” event

It was 18 months ago when I went for the recommended turn-50-get-a-colonoscopy-check-up, that the Doctor discovered the Sarcoma. Now that I’m back in good health, it was time to go ahead with that procedure, so I spend yesterday drinking all the fluids and wearing a path to the bathroom.

Today the tests went quickly and well, and they found no problems, praise God.

Since I’ve had cancer, any trip to the doctor brings with it a bit of anxiety; worried about what they might find next. It’s reassuring to get a clean bill of health. I still get notes that many people are praying for me and my prognosis continues to look good.

You can help St. Joseph's Indian School by shopping!
You can help the Native American children in need by shopping!

Clothes shopping for me isn’t all that complicated, since I mostly wear black slacks and a clergy shirt. But for those of you who shop at Macy’s, they have partnered with St. Joseph in a “Shop for a Cause” campaign. If a donor purchases a $5 Macy’s coupon, available on our website, they receive 25% off at Macy’s stores and macys.com on Saturday, August 27th!

The great news is that St. Joseph’s gets to keep 100% of the proceeds!

You can learn more about it on St. Joseph’s Indian School’s website!

Pursuing God’s dreams for our Lakota youth

We have five brand new staff members who just started working here last week, but have several others who have been hired since last fall in various roles ranging from custodians to the print shop to creative technicians.

One thing we’re very good about at St. Joseph’s Indian School is eating! We hosted lunch at our house today so that all of these newer staff could come together and get to know one another better. Some parts of campus get lots of traffic, while others are off the beaten path and don’t get to interact with other staff or students as much.

But as we prepare students to develop their talents and pursue God’s dreams for them, each staff member here has an important role to play.

 

Training at St. Joseph’s Indian School

Our new staff at St. Joseph’s Indian School began orientation today. They are learning everything from child services philosophy and Lakota (Sioux) culture, to which keys they need and how to file paperwork; I stopped in to say hello and wish them well. It will take most of the week to get the basic orientation, but there’s so much on the job training. It’s important to have good supervisors who can walk alongside new staff and help them make the adjustment, and bring their own gifts and strengths to the table.

I had some training as well. We’ve been doing more videoconferencing lately, and I needed help to learn how to Skype and talk with a staff member in Nebraska. We’re also going paperless in our Personnel Action Forms, so requests for vacation and sick days will all be handled over the computer. I needed a few pointers on how to do that.

As I walked around campus, several projects are getting wrapped up. Fresh coats of paint have improved the looks of a few buildings, and all the parking spaces on campus are clearly marked with a new coat of bright yellow paint.  New flooring between the chapel and school should better weather the mud tracked in by hundreds of feet each day. The Stevens and Matthias home renovations are well under way, and I stopped to check on progress there.

Shay, one of our High School graduates worked this summer in Planned Giving. I hope the business office experience gives her more insight into the classes she will take when she begins college in a few weeks. Today was her last day, which meant treats in the break room to see her off and wish her all the best.

Summers also bring in kind donations as members of our tiyospaye – extended family pass through the area. I met one couple from Florida who had clothing and toiletries to drop off before their visit to the Akta Lakota Museum & Cultural Center. Another group from a school in Nebraska has a huge load of children’s books. What we don’t use here we can share with the Indian Reservation communities and make sure they get into the hands of children who are hungry to read and learn.

 

Both tears and laughter

These past three days I traveled to St. Louis for my cousin Victoria’s memorial services. She was only 51, and died after a courageous two year battle with cancer.  She was a big inspiration in my own battles with cancer during that same time period. My cousins made the services special with music, recollections and tributes. It was good to be with family as we shared both tears and laughter to grieve, remember and celebrate.

Safe from Hurricane Irene

Being in New York during Hurricane Irene was big news here in Chamberlain, South Dakota. We got lots of calls to find out if we were OK. A writer from the local paper even called me to get the scoop. We got 8 inches of rain and strong winds, but were not in any real danger. The inconvenience of canceled flights and not being able to hold the luncheons as we had planned were minor compared to the devastation so many people experienced from the storm. Our prayers go out to all the folks whose lives have been so directly impacted.

I flew in a day ahead of the rest of our group so I could go to a baseball game with some friends. The last time I was in Yankee Stadium, I was in junior high school and in the House that Ruth Built the monuments were still in the playing field. I enjoy baseball games because it’s laid back enough that you can really talk and visit throughout the evening and we had a gorgeous summer’s night to do so.

Thursday I waited for the students and chaperones to arrive, but every hour or so I got a new text message that they were still delayed in Detroit. Instead of arriving at noon with a chance for some sightseeing, they finally arrived just after midnight. Ashley and Angel were two tired 7th graders when they got up the next morning to speak to an enthusiastic crowd of about a hundred donors from the area.

Anne, one of our donors, lectures at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and arranged to meet us that afternoon for a guided tour of a few highlights. Before we left St. Joseph’s Indian School, I asked Dave, our art teacher, to have the students look online at some of the museum’s treasures. Angel said she was most interested in seeing items from Ancient Greece and Rome. That was one of Anne’s favorite areas anyway, and with her insightful commentary and care to teach our students, the experience was unforgettable. We also saw pieces of Sioux beadwork that are in the museum.

We did get to see a play, The Lion King, thanks to another generous donor. I sat behind the students. Watching them lean forward with excitement to take in the music and pageantry and look all around the theater as the different animals processed down the aisles was very special for me. Theater can help you feel the wide range of human emotion and the human condition. The play took us through feelings of joy, laughter, fear, sadness, hope and inspiration.

We had lined up a ride to Brooklyn for the Saturday luncheon and with subways and trains shutting down at noon, only 7 of our 70 registered guests were able to come. The ones who were able to make it got very individualized attention! I did have a couple of special guests as well, my niece Allison and her fiancée Steve and got some quality time with them before the “crowd” arrived. One of my favorite moments came as we were talking about Lakota Language. Usually it’s the boys who sing in the drum group, but Angel knew all the words to the Flag Song, since we play it at the start of the school day. Though shy, she sang it for us (she had to cover her eyes and not look at everyone) in a gentle, beautiful voice.

We had to cancel Sunday’s Long Island event altogether.  By then the storm was unleashing it’s full fury and we stayed put. Two women got on the hotel elevator with me. I said to them, “I think we’re in for an adventure!”

(Woman 1) “ All you can do is go with the flow”

(Woman 2) “I sure hope we don’t go with any flow!”

By Sunday afternoon the rains had passed, and though it was still gusty, many people came out and walked around. Almost everything was closed, and some of the stores even boarded up, but we walked around midtown Manhattan for a couple of hours, taken in many sites and landmarks. One place that was open was St. Patrick’s Cathedral, and we dropped in there for prayers of thanksgiving, and a look at the beauty of that sacred space.

Our flights Monday were canceled, but it turned out to be a great day in the city. We got on one of the double-decker tour busses early in the day and toured both downtown and uptown. We paid our respects at Ground Zero, looked out across the water at Lady Liberty and saw a TV film crew at work as we strolled through Greenwich Village. Later, we rode along Central Park and through Harlem. The students were wide-eyed taking it all in. Many of the buildings have more rooms than Chamberlain’s entire population!

                We got home safe and sound last night with many memories and a few stories to tell.

Economic struggles

Fifteen of our child services staff, including houseparents, teachers and even Fr. Anthony our chaplain, have been taking part in 40 hours of training in LSCI (Life Space Crisis Intervention). This approach helps you to take a stressful event as when a student is acting out or shutting down, and use it as a chance to get to the core of what is troubling them. It takes both patience and practice to make this work, but we have been encouraged by the results. Having some common training also gives our staff a more consistent common approach to working with our students.

This afternoon I traveled west, where Robert Gruss was ordained as the new bishop of the Catholic Diocese of Rapid City. Last night, a prayer service was held at Our Lady of Perpetual Help Cathedral, but mass today was held in the Civic Center Arena to allow the participation of more people.  The arena is usually reserved for basketball games, concerts and rodeos, but a wonderful spirit of prayer filled that stands.

A high percentage of the West River Catholics are Lakota, since five Indian R eservations are in the diocese. Lakota deacons and their wives offered a ceremonial smudging to cleanse the arena and prepare our hearts for the ceremony to follow. When the bishop elect lay prostrate in prayer, it was upon a beautiful star quilt given to him by students from Red Cloud Indian School.

The three-hour drive to the Black Hills was interesting because I picked up a radio broadcast from Pine Ridge Indian Reservation. US Attorney General Eric Holder was there on the first anniversary of the Indian Law and Order Act. He is especially concerned about trying to reverse the trend of unsolved and unpunished crimes of violence against Native American women. One elder gave testimony about the economic struggles many people face. He spoke of the harsh choices families face – do you take your child to the doctor, buy diapers for the babies or hamburger to feed a household of 14 hungry people?

This evening I stopped in a store to pick up a few things and ran into Erin, who will be one of our seniors next year. She just completed her third 6 week summer course in the High School High Scholar (HS)2 Program in Aspen Colorado. They provide an accelerated learning environment in mathematics and sciences for students traditionally underrepresented in these fields. I was pleased to hear Erin handled the calculus and physics well, and had a good summer. I’ll be glad when she and the others return to St. Joseph’s Indian School’s campus in a couple of weeks.