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Note: The woman in this photo is Desa, East Loggins
my Cherokee great, great, great, great, grandmother.
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The Blood of My Family My mother once told me the reason Georgia clay is so red. She said it is filled with blood spilled from the Cherokee tribe, walking across the mountains on their long journey to Oklahoma. I told her it was nothing but iron ore. She said Cherokee blood is made of iron and tears. Shirley Alexander © 2007Return to: Still Surviving
