Cree, when I asked I was told through a physical medium – scrabble tiles I used during my rehabilitation from a toxic brain injury caused by toxic molds.
I wasn’t too pleased with that, considering their hunting nature, but then all Indians share that nature. I still don’t like it.
Canadian. On my Grandfather’s side. I’m a Scot French Canadian Cree. Ernest Romanzo Davidson was my grandfather. He died early, when my mother was six years old. My grandmother told me, “your mother will never tell you this, but you have Indian blood in you.” I believed her.
He was born in a Scottish community in Inverness, Quebec.
Romanzo is Italian. Don’t know what that all means. Maybe I’m Italian too. Crees are noted for their cross-breeding.
Maybe my grandmother was part Indian too. My mother said she had a touch of Dutch, from upstate New York in her from her mother, but never said the rest of what she was.
Nanny never did say who I got the Indian from, and I didn’t ask.
In a letter from my mother when she was eighty-two years old, she said her father was delivered by an Indian. That’s the closest she ever came to saying anything about it. I felt like she was leaving something out, but didn’t question her. It didn’t matter.
I was part Russian most of my life until Lithuania became independent of the Soviet Union, then I was Lithuanian. I felt like I lost something, not knowing what.
My father is English and Lithuanian, also Irish and Welsh. Davies.
I could be part Chinese for all I know. My parents didn’t talk about stuff like that. Probably because we had a mixed heritage – which one do you focus on? None most likely.
Hey, maybe I’m Spanish.
~ Sharon Lee Davies-Tight
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