Boredom Thoughts

More snakes have seen you than you have seen snakes.

As part Choctaw I felt like it was my duty to give Father Andre the info on potatoes in light of historical events.

We could be related! Well, tribally anyway. Both my maternal and paternal great-grandmothers were 100% Native American - from two different tribes. My father's family was from the southeast Louisiana swamp area between the Mississippi River and the Atchafalaya rivers. I'm not sure which tribe but we have family members on the rolls for a tribal burial ground. 

My mother's family was from west central Louisiana and her grandmother was also 100% Native American. For the longest time we were told either Cherokee or Choctaw but now I'm thinking she may have belonged to one of the smaller tribes of the Natchitoches Confederacy which stretched from Natchtoches, Louisiana to Nacodoches, Texas.

I didn't find out until I was 68 that my dad was half Indian. Cherokee and Choctaw. I always knew that my grandmother looked like the image on a nickel. I work on getting my tribal membership off and on, running into road blocks. Have to be on the Dawes Rolls you know. One of his brothers moved to Oklahoma and joined a tribe but I can't track him down. I expect to get it wrapped up in the next year. Looking like more Choctaw than Cherokee. My great grandmother walked the Trail of Tears at age 9. My dad was born in 1900 which was a very bad time to be an Indian, but he had red hair so as long as he didn't advertise it he was OK. I was always told that he got enraged if anyone called him "Red" and it didn't make sense to me until I knew the details.

Yesterday I made a post about knowing it's going to be a bad morning when you start your coffeepot and it decides not to work.

It got worse.

About an hour after the post, I receive notice that my 71-year old sister living in Vidor, Texas moved to heaven. She was blind, diabetic, had kidney disease and heart problem. She didn't have Covid-19 though. She was also tired of fighting all of her health problems. She can now see and doesn't have to worry about anything else.

Then we were told the funeral home is so backed up that her son can't even make arrangements until Wednesday.

Late yesterday. our central air conditioning unit decided it was time to stop cooling. By 9 pm, the temperature in the house was up to 77f with 65% humidity. Now I'm waiting for the a/c repair shop to open this morning so I can make an appointment.

Santee Sioux in my family. My mother's family settled in Minnesota in the early 19th century. They came out from Maine and Massachusetts. My mother and one her brothers showed traits in both skin color and features- prominent schnoz and a slant to the eyes which are black as coal. During WWII, my mother looked almost Asian and was prohibited from visiting military hospitals. Personnel who had returned from the Pacific Theater would mistake her for Japanese and get uncomfortable.. I took on my father's characteristics, so, no Native appearance.