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I'll never know my family history because most of the records burned up in a fire somewhere around 1920. I no longer care about it, either.

I am a mutt. I know some good stories about my family, but I'll never have a Coat of Arms or a Tartan kilt to claim as mine. I cannot trace my hertiage and I no longer feel the need to.

Would it make any difference at all in my life if I discovered tomorrow that I am descended from Scottish kings? No... it wouldn't.

So, I no longer care about that crap.

Posted by Acidman on April 29, 2005 01:08 PM

Hey Eric, if you need help tracking down any local Cata-waba info just let me know. Right now I'm having a beer about three miles from the resevation. I'm out that way at least once a week.

I used to ride the school bus with Chief Blue's twin grandsons. We used to beat the shit out of each other before going fishing. Also, ala Acidman there were toads exploded.

If you need anything just give me a holler. I work for myself and love rooting around graveyards and such.


P.S. Yes I know I spelled Catawba the way I did.

Posted by Ironnerd on April 29, 2005 11:50 PM

when ye git the story purty strate, ye could rite a book on it. i wuz lucky a nuff to copy my grate aunt lauras fambly notebook befor she died n that has been a big hep. miz bd is a eggspurt at resurch n she has discuverd a lotta stuff. twood be easy to spin sum yarns -- gut ancesters on both sides on the muster rolls at valley forge, fer instunts, witch twuz a sprize to larn that! ifn i only had the time, i wood rite it up.

Posted by buddy don on April 30, 2005 06:50 AM