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                  Throug  Beadin
                  Throug  Beadin

        by Tina Osceola

            have met very few people who could walk past a candy store   a store down at Shark Valley or
        I                                                          I would sell them in our booth
            without being drawn in by the rainbows of color that usually
            drape the walls and stocked shelves with bins of beautifully
                                                                   on the weekends.  By the third
                                                                                               This is one of the necklaces I made
        decorated gumdrops, jelly beans and foil wrapped chocolates.    grade, I had learned to make
                                                                                               during the pandemic.  Vintage silver
        e burst of colors is hard to ignore.  I am the same way with   spiderweb collar necklaces,
                                                                                               mercury dimes, sterling silver
        beads! A bead store provokes the same sensory reaction as   similar to those worn by the   findings and red coral.
        Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory!  It is safe to say that I am as   Notorious RBG (Ruth Bader
        addicted to beads as I am to sugar.                        Ginsburg).   It was by this
           is addiction started when I was a very young girl. My ƒrst   age that I had a ƒrm grasp on entrepreneurship.  I made enough
        memory of beading was when I was about 4 or 5 years old.  My   proƒt to buy supplies and chip in to pay my own tuition at St. Ann
        parents handed me a spool of leather and a bowl of plastic pony   Catholic School.
        beads and told me to start stringing bracelets and necklaces.  At   As I grew older, my taste for beads matured into a love
        ƒrst they would make the knots in the leather so that the beads   for Czech glass, handmade lampwork, Swarovski crystal and
        wouldn’t fall ož, but eventually I did that myself.  We would travel   gemstones.  As a teen, my grandmother taught me to string
                                       throughout the country      necklaces using vintage silver coins.  We would wear these coin
                                       attending Pow-Wows and      necklaces when we dressed up for our annual ceremonies and
                                       arts and crafts festivals, where   special occasions.  She would warn me to be careful not to string
                                       I would sell beaded jewelry   them too tight because the holes in the coins would cut my thread.
                                       alongside my family’s crafts.    My grandmother was a source of inspiration and an enabler when
                                       I will never forget the ƒrst   it came to my bead addiction.
                                       time I bought my own beads.    She would bring me bags
                                       We were at a Pow-Wow in     of beads to string for her to
                                       Ft. Pierce, Florida and my   wear and big, huge chunks of
                                       grandma, Juanita Osceola,   beeswax to use on the string.
                                       gave me $4.00 from her      Every time she would hand me
                                       change box and told me that   a bag of beads, I would get that
                                       I could go buy myself a snack.    same rush of excitement that I
                                       I never made it because the   felt when I spent my ƒrst $4.00.
                                       vendor who sold beads and      My grandmother passed
                                       other supplies was set up   away during my sophomore
                                       between our booth and the   year of college in 1987.  I still
                                       Pepsi wagon.  I picked out   have some of the beads she gave
                                       some beautiful blue beads   me as well as one small little
                                       with ¨owers painted on the   piece of beeswax.  Beading isn’t
                                       glass and my own needles and   a hobby for me. Beading is a
                                       thread.  e vendor put my   way of life and an intimate part
        A photo of my grandmother, Juanita   treasures in a little brown bag   of where I come from.  I am   This photo was taken in St Augustine
        Osceola and I, demonstrating   and the exchange of money   conƒdent that is in my DNA.    in 1975. I was standing in front of
        Seminole arts and crafts at the   for the beads was the best   I have passed this love and way   our family’s arts and crafts booth,
        Florida Folk Festival in White                                                          selling my beadwork... trying to. In
        Springs, FL. This was taken in 1977,   feeling EVER!  I was 5 years   of life down to my daughter,   the background from L-R are my
        I was 9 years old.             old.                        Dakota, who is also teaching   mom (Joanne Osceola), my dad ( O.B.
                                          It seemed like, from that   my granddaughter, Mia, how to  Osceola, Sr), my Aunt Mary Moore and
                                                                                                her husband Frank Moore.
        point forward, every quarter that came into my possession was   string small plastic beads onto
        spent on beading supplies.  My Aunt Marie taught me how to   stretchy nylon string.  We are
        make rings out of wire and seed beads.  I would make a hundred or  tying her knots like my grandmother and parents did for me.
        more at a time and carefully wrap them on pipe cleaners in groups   So if you see me in my favorite local bead store, the Bead
        of 10.  I would then “wholesale” them to my Uncle Pete, who had   Boutique of Naples, and I seem hypnotized, don’t worry about me,
                                                                   I am in my happy place.
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