We got a great-great grandma who was an Indian. DH gets a little jealous, I think, when I zoom in my chair up and down long drive next to the woods with my pale Irish face saying I'm channeling my Indian and listening to all the animals move about. My mom coud read palms. My brother always said I was a gypsy child stole by a band of roving housewives. What a mutt I am!!!!!