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CAPTAIN "INDIAN" JIM - - - COME AND SIT BY MY CAMPFIRE
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WELCOME to my website friend. Come on over and sit with me by my campfire. After we talk for a while, turn to page 2, "Campfire No. 2", and page 3, "The Last Campfire".
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This is a picture of my Indian grandmother, a full-blooded Cherokee.
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I came into this old world more years past than I care to remember. I was born in the back of a Phillips 66 service station on the now famous old Route 66 back in Phillipsburg, Missouri.
My dad operated the service station, and we lived in the back of the store. An old Cherokee Indian woman who lived with us took care of me from the time that I came along. She treated me as any regular papoose, carrying me around on her back.
(Maybe that explains my dislike of tight places) I have a special feeling of kinship to native Americans.
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On my father's side of the family some of my kin folks were the Hatfields, of the Hatfield and McCoy dispute. On mother's side were the James family. Two of the better known of that family were Jessie and Frank. In a family cemetery back in Southwestern Missouri, are resting members of all of our families.
Well, don't blame me if I lose it sometimes. I'll simply claim it is genetic.
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I also have a special feeling, as we all do, for our American flag, and our Country. The great thing about this land is that every American citizen, regardless of background or nationality, share in this pride. This is our land and your land. Since I was a child, just to see Old Glory waving against the sky has sent a cold chill down my back. A chill of pride. America is a vision. A vision of freedom for which many have given their lives, so that it may continue to be the fulfillment of a dream for all.
GOD BLESS AMERICA.
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 captindianjim@knology.net
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