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My Native great grandparents were British Canadian / Columbian Spanish
They met in the middle our family born U.S.A.
My great grandmother Daisy, with baby cradle made
by the Native Canadian Tribes, drove by dog sled
over the Poler Ice Pole to meet my great grandfather
in the middle. Which is The United States of America.
My grandfather Ted was that baby. He spent 7 years
following the procedure of education and hard work
to become An American. He also had to give up his
Canadian citizenship. I kind of don't like that for me.
I would have like to have both in order to visit my
heritage in Vancouver and the large piece of real
estate named Pinhey Point
My story and my life. The life of
An American Woman.
I was born in The U.S.A.
I am third generation.
I spend the last 2 years of my grandfather's life with him as my best friend. He told me all sorts of things about our family history. So wonderfully preserved in history at A Native Hitching Post near Pinhey Point. My heritage is on The Pinhey Rock founded by my ggfather and can be found on a map of the world. I do believe this qualifies as judiciary evidence. Spamming my "real" name is desecration of public real estate. My great grandmother's pictures on the wall of a museum. I am so proud to have met my grand mother Daisy. She is forever a courageous story of woman conquering nature to meet with her true love with child. And my grand father the same brave man for true love with child. And that child was my grandfather Ted. Oh me, I am a poet writer. I love a good sweet song about real people who lived truthful natural lives in the wilderness of our beautiful continent. If I were queen of the Continent. Oh, my diary friends. I am queen of the continent. My sister gave up the crown to me years ago. Sigh. File fingernails and change shoes for dance. I can hear the rehearsal started and I am due to double down the licks and kiss you all good-bye. Doing well and having a good summer. Peggy