naive american bloodline essays

naive american bloodline essays In my family, keeping the Native American blood line strong has always been somewhat important, especially to my grandfather. He is a hundred percent Cherokee Indian and he looks just like the guy on the back of the buffalo nickel. He hoped for me to carry on the Native American blood line. I had dated several girls in my life and none of them were Native American and it was not for a lack of trying, there just are not many Native American girls in the state of Florida or in any other state for that matter. My brother and sister gave up on the idea years ago and married outside of the blood line. They claimed it was too difficult to do, so it was up to me to find a true Indian girl, to fall in love with and hopefully make my grandfather proud of me. To begin with, I had to do a lot of preliminary dating to find just the right woman. First of all, I searched all over the place. I went to a Pow Wow with my grandfather at the fair grounds in Orlando and that only depressed me even more. All it turned out to be was a glorified tourist trap and a shell of how the Native American people have been forced to be remembered. I tried searching for peoples last names on the web and phone book that sounded Native American. I also went to the library and looked for genealogy records on microfilm for Native Americans in my local area and still no luck. I began to think that maybe my brother and sister were not wrong for giving up. I, too was about too give-up the search. In addition to being Indian, I had decided that love was a very important deciding factor in selecting my soul mate. If I stopped pressuring myself, then maybe I would be able to find love. One sunny day in June of 1995, I was working on the monorail and I spotted this stunningly gorgeous girl. She had the most beautiful long and curly black hair. I felt that I must meet her. So, when my monorail entered the station, I got off of the train and approached her. I told he ...