I looked up Woody Crumbo, very interesting history. Link to a google search of his art, incredible art work:
His mother died when he was four. Father brought the children back to Indiana to live. That’s when the cross was torched in our family’s yard. So he took the children to Fort Smith to be raised by wife’s family. They told children their father had died. He died many years later and is buried near my grandparents. Never remarried. He wasn’t allowed to live on the reservation because he was white. What a horrible time that was.