When I was about 10, my parents gave me my own book of remembrance. I pored over the pedigree charts for a while, and I was perplexed. "Dad," I said. "Where are the Indians?"
My father was baffled.
"You always said that we were descended from the last of the Mohicans." I had read James Fenimore Cooper's novel of that name and had been disappointed that his version seemed to ignore our family connection.
My father burst into laughter. "No, son, I always said that my father said we were descended from the last of the Mohicans. It's a family joke."
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