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| When_I_was_a_little girl my grandmother, a Creek Indian, used to take me out into the woods around our home and set me on a blanket she had made herself as a young girl. Then she would start digging. | |
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| It_looked_to_me_like any other spot, but she could tell it was an old Indian burial plot. I would watch as she unearthed the cherished belongings of the departed, as well as bone fragments. | |
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| Mostly she kept pipes, pottery and jewelry to sell by the roadside to white tourists as they drove by some 10 miles from the shack we lived in. I_never_liked_that_old_lady. | |
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