One last stamp for the kids' National Parks Passports as we headed home: Chattanooga. At the top of Lookout Mountain is the Chickamauga and Chattanooga National Military Park. We arrived in late afternoon, right before a rain storm. Ah, lovely, beautiful rain! The park is small, but beautiful. It is more of a commemorative park than educational, but it is worth the tour. There is a great visitors center. I held on tight to the hands of Clare and Thomas because it is a long drop from the top of this mountain, with no happy ending, surely. People have homes where their backyard just drops off. I still get a little queasy looking at the pictures. We did not examine any of the on-the-edge exhibits. I am so thankful that other than the rain pouring down as we were going to the car, it was an uneventful trip!
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My government card, issued by the Department of the Interior, states that I am 1/256 Cherokee. That is what family members have proven. It is said I have native ancestry on my father's side, also. I have Cherokee and Scots-Irish roots in Tennessee. Both of my parents were born and raised in northeastern Oklahoma and Cherokee history was of great interest to my mother. She would talk about how interesting it was to learn about all the tribes in Oklahoma history class. As soon as my Aunt Betty had done genealogical research, my mother applied for our Indian cards. She also joined the tribe. Wilma Mankiller, pictured above was Chief at that time. Our Cherokee ancestor, and my ___th grandmother is Nanyehi, or Nancy Ward. She was a Beloved Woman of the Cherokee; she was able to sit on councils with the Chief and was credited with sparing the lives of several people with just her word. While in North Carolina, we visited the Cherokee Eastern Band reservation where…