I know that’s not how you get enrolled. I mean if my great-great grandfather has an Dawes enrollment #, and no certificate existed for my great-grandmother, I could substitute DNA records.
However, if I find an enrollment card it will probably be from one of the older enrollments, not Dawes.
Has anyone ever tried to use DNA with the agency that approves the CDIBs?
Why can’t I be the first?
It’s just an idea.
I know how the process works already.
There is zero records available for my great-grandmother. No birth, no death, no marriage, no cemetary, no social security. Nothing. She died during childbirth.
If I ever get to Texas, I can try to do a more thorough search.
The old mortician did not keep records. The country courthouse burned down numerous times.
What does a person do in this case????
I know where all the graves are. And, they are all clearly marked.
Now from what I understand Choctaw used to take the flesh off the bones in old traditions with long fingernails. I don’t think it would be a problem if I borrowed a little dna. They don’t need it anymore, anyway.
Don’t get all bent out of shape with me.
And, I don’t need a lot of converted people to another religion to bust my chops.
I’m thinking about converting to Judaism, myself. I’m more of an Old Testament type of person. I think Jesus had some good ideas. But, worshipping any one other than God is not kosher in my book. And, I’m not buying the whole Holy Trinity theory, personally. But, since I’m only “Jewish” on my father’s side, I’d probably go with a Reformed Synogague. But, I think of myself as more of a Consertative. ;-)
Of course, the Universal Society of Friends or Quakers are more democratic in their religious practice of allowing people their right to individual spirituality and no paid clergy. Half the country used to be Quaker at one time from what I hear. The religion is dying in NYC. Theoretically, I like the idea. But, my daughter’s whereabouts were unknown in the childcare and she came out of the bathroom with “a father bringing his daughter to the bathroom”. So, I stopped going. Plus, the practice of allowing anyone, even lesbians, to touch during Meeting is unacceptable to me, too.
It’s just lonely out here being the only person you know of your race. I did meet one guy that said he was part Choctaw, but he chose a lifestyle of drugs and partying with all the wrong people.
He seemed like he had potential, but he was terribly misguided.
I don’t like being the only Choctaw I know other than my own family members. The worst part my 1/2 uncle and 1/2 1st cousin think we are Cherokee. I’m like what? Where on Earth did y’all get that?
And, the good ones of us are the sick. Isn’t that ironic.
It seems like the rotten apples get the health.
Anyway, I’m about to start medications. So, I’ll be the good one, not as sick anymore.
I hope a little health doesn’t turn me into a bad person.
Anyway, I know of one Choctaw here in NYC. I’m going to try calling him on Monday. He’ll probably be “Why is she calling me? Because I’m Choctaw?”
I hope he doesn’t shut me down. I’m going to feel super stupid calling him.
Besides, I don’t need a CDIB to know who I am. I already get Social Security Disability. The VESID office will help me get a part-time job. But, I’m sure I can get better services as a freedman. But, I could use a little casino money and help with housing. But, I’m also very capable. So, I’m sure I’ll figure something out and get by just fine. I hope to get my families property back. That’s really the only place I want to live. I certainly don’t want to have to brave tornados in modular housing.
I guess illness just has me wanting to settle down somewhere. I’m middle-aged now. But, the with medical help I’m about to get I may feel better.
I don’t know why I want a CDIB. Maybe, I want to retain my right to smoke tobacco.
I saw a medical posting about smoking contributing to ADHD. Now, that’s a load of horse hockey. It’s just another bad medical wool and smoke trick to try to get mother’s to quit smoking.
I’ve always like Grocho Marx quote “I wouldn’t want to belong to a club that would have me as a member.”
But, Choctaw didn’t establish the rules or the members of the tribe or did they.
Maybe, there was a game plan to sending us off or did some of us run away.
What happened on the Trail of Tears? Does anyone really know? I don’t.
But, if it was a conquor and divide stategy. Wow. How is that supposed to work?
I know there’s something unique about Choctaw. Maybe, my family was too prideful about being Choctaw?
Anyway, I’m going to write a book about what it’s like to be out here.
Believe me. It’s no cup of tea.