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Ok, I know all about the "You better BE Native American if you're gonna SAY you are." So, here's the short [?! ] version of the story.....
Long, long ago, [ ok, 1907 ] GRANDMA was born [ out of wedlock ] in lower Michigan and given up for adoption. Bless her lying little heart, she never told US she was adopted. After she [ and her only child, my mother ] died, a distant cousin surfaced and told the big tale. After 5 years of searching my genealogy, and acquiring many legal family documents, I found her biological family. [ so THERE, Grandma !! ] Rumor / census's / the fact my mom called me her little Indian [ maybe grandma DID tell her daughter ] and the color of my skin, all leads to the secret ... or, the shame as "it" was perceived way back then. Nothing could be farther from the truth now, though. "Grandma, I think you'd be proud." Period.
So, YOU decide. I won't claim something I can't prove, but I will work and design in the SPIRIT of the Great Native American Indian.
barb