Throughout the past month something
that I, and other PMs, heard occasionally from volunteers was “it’s so great
for you to give up your summer to come out here”, but the thing was none of us
feel like we’re “giving up our summer” and if we had it our way, most (if not
all) of us would be out here much longer than the time we were hired for. It’s
hard to describe why I feel drawn to being at Re-Member and working on Pine
Ridge. I’ve tried to put it into words so many times, but nothing I say ever
seems to accurately explain my connection. A part of me thought that after
working at Re-Member this summer I would be able to better communicate to my
friends and family why I enjoy traveling almost 2,000 miles to a place that many
people have never heard of or have forgotten about, but if anything it just
made that task harder and I’ve come to realize that the only way that anyone
can truly understand why I keep going back to Re-Member and to Pine Ridge
Indian Reservation is if they experience it themselves, the best I can do is
give them a snapshot of what makes the experience so captivating.
My time at Re-Member this summer was
more than I could have imagined it could be: I learned how to not only skirt
trailers, build bunk beds and outhouses, and work on roofs but how to instruct
doing such tasks. I drove 15 passenger vans. I went horseback riding. I saw
buffalo for the first time. I watch insane lightening. I inhaled more sawdust
and dirt than I probably should have. I didn’t mind eating sandwiches for lunch
everyday and potato bar was by far my favorite night of the week. I learned
several new card games. I discovered that no matter how many times you fix the
sandpaper on some of the sanders in the workshop, some of them are just a lost
cause. I stargazed at the top of the hill. I formed friendships with not only
fellow staff members but with volunteers. I saw the gratefulness of a woman who
was having her roof repaired by Re-Member and the smiles on children’s faces as
bunk beds were delivered. I loved the new blue sponges (Jordan understands how awesome they were). I “golfed” (aka drove around a golf course while
others golfed). I survived 100-degree heat on a regular basis. I learned a new
way to dance the Cotton Eye Joe. I reflected in the Badlands every Sunday. I asked a lot of questions. I was able to carry a full water cooler by myself. I watched
volunteers change throughout the course of the week. I watched a teepee be put
up. I played with Kilo in office. I saw a lot of grasshoppers and dealt with endless flies. I wasn’t tied to technology. I learned the
art of making Awesome Sauce. I appreciated feeling small in a wide-open space.
The staff decided to go by their middle names for a day. I learned more about
the Lakota culture. I felt at home.
As I sat down to write my final
post about the month that I spent working at Re-Member, I find my mind
wandering to “what’s currently going on on the Rez”. It’s tour day and I find
myself missing the Badlands and counting the volunteers every time we got back
on the bus. Inila is the speaker tonight and John will be making pasta for
dinner. At about 6:30pm the weekly staff meeting will take place and it feels
weird that I won’t be there. I miss everyone immensely, and I can’t express
enough my appreciation for each of them and the role they played in making my
experience what it was; Ted, Jen, Bill, Bryan, David, Jerry, Erika, Marissa,
Jordan, Allie, T, Kate, Coco, Stef, Andy, Eric, Otis, Dan, Ryan, Paula and Yoli (sorry if I
forgot anyone! I didn’t mean to J),
thank you for helping to make this a great summer. I’ve only been away from the
Rez for a little more than a day, but I’m already counting the days until I can
return.