Here is a photo of my pathetic dog who is obviously starving to death because I am not sharing my midnight snack. (There is totally still food in her bowl)
I had a really good day and got real loved on by some friends. I never feel like I deserve love when I receive it so freely given, but who am I to tell others what to do with their love?
Man I really love when the reading goes well and the client just feels good afterwards. Like if it weren't for capitalism I would just read for free cause I love to help people figure their shit out and talk through things. Hell, I often read for free anyhow.
I'm probably going to ask my uncle, my mom's brother, to take a y chromosome test. It may give me some insight on this. It just bothers me so much that history has erased these womens' stories. I know, from family lore, that these women were dirt poor, they had a hard life.
Also I've found my great grandfather's parents and that's it. There is no record of them before 1910. There is no record of their marriage, which would have happened after 1900. Her maiden name isn't used anywhere.
From the records it also appears Jane was Choctaw? Just from where she lived and died and all. Not Cherokee or Blackfeet. Mary Jane, I have no idea. I can trace Daniel Stallsworth back, however, and find that Scot-irish heritage. I imagine we don't claim the Irish for reasons.