Okay open book, I'm on chapter 12. I had to skim/skip read much of the early chapters, I know the "game" all too well. I use the word "game" because in my Book "David's mark" the first time I was sexually abused was age 6 and it was made to be a game. So from then forward it was a "game" with different rules for each "player". Nevertheless it was a coping tool.
So back in the dust of Oklahoma. Well I think I found the 6th degree, maybe closer. North of Stillwater you encounter the boy last named Holden. Blew me away. My first step-dad had kin named Holden. In "David's mark" I do not give their real last name or first save the mother. This boy is NOT the Steven that beat my life, but Linda (the mother of my Holden's) is from the same general area. Holden being such a name it is and my Holden's being from the same general area, I wonder if they were all kin. But I will read on.
You introduced the "Native Americans", I dislike that term. My Grandma was over 1/2 Cherokee, enough that she was registered and not considered white, did not look it either. Her son became my dad he was just over 1/4th, due to my mom. So that makes me enough Cherokee to register, but I never did. My dad and sisters did, but when I got my chance at 18 I read my papers over and talked about it. After I married I talked to my wife and she cautioned against it. Not because of shame, but pride. My grandma instilled in me to be proud to be Cherokee and I have to keep that under control. So although on paper I am not registered I do not deny it when asked. Which I am because I carry some traits.
It would be interesting to know if your Holden's were kin to my Holden's. I think it is just really odd that we lived in the same areas, and at times perhaps the same time. You lived in Fort Worth. Well take 35-E south from Dallas and there is a spit of a town (part of Dallas) called Red Oak, I lived there. I had a few friends in Arlington, and when I was younger dad took me into Fort Worth. Weird. Well I'll press on, your living in Marland right now. BTW I know the types of homes you lived in, I lived in those kinda homes as well.
So back in the dust of Oklahoma. Well I think I found the 6th degree, maybe closer. North of Stillwater you encounter the boy last named Holden. Blew me away. My first step-dad had kin named Holden. In "David's mark" I do not give their real last name or first save the mother. This boy is NOT the Steven that beat my life, but Linda (the mother of my Holden's) is from the same general area. Holden being such a name it is and my Holden's being from the same general area, I wonder if they were all kin. But I will read on.
You introduced the "Native Americans", I dislike that term. My Grandma was over 1/2 Cherokee, enough that she was registered and not considered white, did not look it either. Her son became my dad he was just over 1/4th, due to my mom. So that makes me enough Cherokee to register, but I never did. My dad and sisters did, but when I got my chance at 18 I read my papers over and talked about it. After I married I talked to my wife and she cautioned against it. Not because of shame, but pride. My grandma instilled in me to be proud to be Cherokee and I have to keep that under control. So although on paper I am not registered I do not deny it when asked. Which I am because I carry some traits.
It would be interesting to know if your Holden's were kin to my Holden's. I think it is just really odd that we lived in the same areas, and at times perhaps the same time. You lived in Fort Worth. Well take 35-E south from Dallas and there is a spit of a town (part of Dallas) called Red Oak, I lived there. I had a few friends in Arlington, and when I was younger dad took me into Fort Worth. Weird. Well I'll press on, your living in Marland right now. BTW I know the types of homes you lived in, I lived in those kinda homes as well.
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