A History of My Mother in Three Parts. |
by Tommy George
My Grandmother Oona at age 18, circa 1913
I have grandparents whom I never met, nor ever even heard of until I was in my 40's. The revelation came in the early 1990's, when my mother in the spirit of the times loosened up about her mixed race particulars. Mom had been seen as a purely white individual for half a century by then. It took a bit of doing, but the hastened process of documentation caused by World War II helped, and she looked white. She certainly had very few happy memories of her Cherokee childhood.