Thursday, January 22, 2015

A Cherokee Woman

As you pass through downtown Dallas sometimes you will see an old grey haired Cherokee woman sitting on a bench feeding the pigeons at a certain location near a office of affairs for the Cherokee. An office I did not know existed until I introduced myself as a descendant of a Great Grandmother who was Cherokee.

My Great Grandmother married an Irish preacher, my Great Grandfather. My Grandfather looked every way like a Cherokee.

For a long time I never saw her around until the other day when I saw her again sitting on a bench feeding the pigeons in Downtown Dallas. The Cherokee will never die.