I am a blonde, green eyed Mississippi Choctaw/Chickasaw/Cherokee/Scots-Irish who looks like my Dad, and not my Mom at all. I’ve been collecting Native American jewelry since the early 1970’s. Mom still has some pieces she had as a kid. She is 83 now. She said they bought them at the local dime store in Oklahoma City for a song. It wasn’t a fad, it was Oklahoma. I went to grade school in a tiny town on the Kansas/Oklahoma border and Oklahoma City during the early 60’s. I had many Native friends, only back then they were Indians and proud of it. We had so much fun. One set of grandparents in my line met on the Trail of Tears. She was from Mississippi and he was an Irishman working on the railroad. The other set met in Oklahoma. One of my grandmother’s in my line submitted a Dawes application. It took them 2 years to finally reject it due to insufficient paperwork. The courthouse in Mississippi had been burned down. And it took two years because it was a drunken brawl for the most part every time their case came up for review. My Oklahoma family never applied as that grandmother said she never wanted to be indebted to the government. I love genealogy and thank my Aunt and Mom for doing a lot of work.