My Much Loved Scotch Indian Uncle
...Cont'd
In the Spring of the year the treasure hunter Lady, lay
peaceful in her last days, resting. Being cared for by her
only, lovely, though small and frail, Lady daughter.
She thought, and told me three funny tales of my people,
like her mind was still very sharp, a sweet, and a pretty
Country, Refined Woman. She had eventually, led her
young husband (they went TH'ing every year on
vacation until they apparently found it), back
close to the site where the outlaws were
talking, that day she just happened up
on them. And then, after sneaking back
aways, she rode fast and looking back,
got knocked off of her horse, by a low
hanging tree branch.
She got some amnesia, from that nasty fall,
but made it back home safely. The rough
looking men had been talking, over an
apparent new burial. Of adjacent Horse
Shoes, nailed low in the Two Large Oaks,
on both sides, of the fresh loosened brown dirt.
They had never really ever wanted again,
ever since that time, of secret recovery.
Always working, just on a higher level,
totally successful, raising a family,
making and saving good money...
She was of the Cherokee-Choctaws, also.
Mixed with the Early European blood, they
blended very well, into the white man's culture.
Both tribes were smart people, conquered by
the great new revolution of colonies, after the
Cherokees fatefully fought with the British, in the
European American Revolutionary Conquest. The
Choctaws, sorrowfully left their Ancient Homelands in GA.,
AL., and TN., etc. They had been at peace with the Cherokees,
for a long time, almost forever. They left voluntarily, and traveled
to where they were instructed and led. That was in 1833, but long before,
the Jefferson Administration had constructed legislation, that came into effect,
so forcefully removed the first British, then Confederacy supporting Cherokees..
I only got to see her the one time, my
friends Grandmother, that my peoples
had all known well, worked and lived
with most all of their lives, even after
WWI and WWII, in several states,
just like good close family. That
kind generation at that time had
good and thoughtful spirits..
She and my Indian Grandmother,
where best friends when they were
very young school girls. Then once when
visiting her daughter, I was in the area,
and stopped by the old Two story homestead
ranch house. I enjoyed the antiques and artifacts,
along the full width closed in porch, with beautiful,
painted white wood frame windows, on the way
to the front door.
She acted like she knew me well, and when
I told her that I had brought an old stone artifact,
she asked me, If I would like to have a coke. "Yes Mam,
I would", I replied. In the front room of the old ranch
home, she soon brought out fresh Coca Cola fizzing in
Antique Coca~Cola Glasses, on a Genuine Antique Coca~Cola
metal serving tray. We looked at the 5.75 inch hatchet that I had
brought, and several different sized arrowheads, that she got out of
an old leather pouch. Her husband came home shortly, a distinguished
and mellow country gentleman. She introduced me to him, he was very
polite. I stayed and visited a little while. I knew that I had missed out on an
interesting lady, being my aunt, as she was one of Uncle's first girlfriend's,
but that's another story...
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So he
... 
Please don't tell me that's my sock sticking out of the coffee pot.
