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... while reading about the most powerful Indian tribe in American history, the Comanches. M 'n' m have Native American ancestry through Grandma Barb, whose grandma was French-Indian we're told, and had the appearance – facial structure and skin tone – to corroborate the claim. Funny, it's probably un-PC to describe someone this way, but she was my Great-Grandma Florence, mom to my esteemed Grandpa Swede (nicknamed as such because his dad was 100% Swedish) and I saw her many times when I was young and loved her dearly. I am proud to have Native American ancestry, but have yet to determine definitively what nation. Pawnee, Fox, Ojibwe, Cree, or Lakota perhaps. Grandma and Papa Mike live near a reservation in Minnesota and at a shop there – an awesome place that sells native weapons, instruments, art, leather goods, and bear claws! – the native shop-keeper told me she'd guess I was Ojibwe, based on my facial, physical, and complexion characteristics. Maybe she was full of it, but I walked outta there feelin' ten feet tall! As cool, in my opinion, as Crazy Horse, Sitting Bull, Tecumseh, Red Cloud, Cochise, Quanah Parker, Geronimo, Black Hawk, or – he's fictional but a favorite – One Stab. I say so without any humor whatsoever; I am simply proud of the possibility of this heritage and ancestry, for myself and M 'n' m.