When_I_was_a_little girl my grandmother, a Creek Indian, used to take me out into the woods around our home and set me on a blanket she had made herself as a young girl. Then she would start digging.
It_looked_to_me_like any other spot, but she could tell it was an old Indian burial plot. I would watch as she unearthed the cherished belongings of the departed, as well as bone fragments.
Mostly she kept pipes, pottery and jewelry to sell by the roadside to white tourists as they drove by some 10 miles from the shack we lived in. I_never_liked_that_old_lady.
