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  • This is a family photo with my grandmother as a young girl there on the left. I was never told about family stories or any kind of story at all, too many shameful secrets apparently. She married a child survivor from Wounded Knee and had a son and then another son fathered by a brother in law.

    After her first marriage ended in divorce she married my grandfather, a white man and they lived on her allotment and my dad, 3 brothers and a sister were born. I met all these people except for the first son who no one ever talked about. Neither he, his brother or my dad lived past the age of 50. Alcohol was to shorten their lives.

    Both of these brothers were in WW II but this i gleaned only from their obituaries.

    My great grand in this photo was descended from a spanish scout who was named as a scout for Custer when he explored the Black Hills ( illegally i might add ).

    A white trader saw this photo and said the clothes they are wearing were props from the photographer but my dads oldest sister said the dresses were family pieces but no one knows what happened to them. I would suppose that they were probably sold because everyone knew hard times.
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