Shirley K. Sneve
Indian Country Today

Happy Mother’s Day, Virginia Driving Hawk Sneve!

I’m honored to call you mother. My earliest memories of Mom is that of a storyteller. It was just her and me — at home while Dad went off to work. In order to get me to take my afternoon nap (so she could rest), she made up a series of stories about a good witch named Helen Ween. You see, when people said Halloween is coming, I thought we would have a visitor, named Helen.

She was an English and history major at South Dakota State University. She amazed me with her artistic abilities — she sang, played piano, painted and made amazing start quilts for our family rites of passage. She taught me how to cook, clean and garden.

In Flandreau, South Dakota, when lugs of Colorado peaches showed up at the grocery store, we got to work — making pies to freeze and enjoy in the winter.

My first year of college, Mom won a writers contest, which launched her 40-plus year career as an author — novels and history books — all with a common theme of celebrating her Native American heritage. Literature is huge in her life. She always has her nose in a book.

I’m grateful for her love of life and family. She is truly a culture bearer of the people.

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