Dated a full-blooded Native American who liked to call herself Squaw. Wanted me to call her Squaw.
One day in the airport, we were separated, a little. So...... I yelled, not too loud, "Squaw, where are you?" "Squaw, where are you?" Some of the other travelers were aghast. She comes running towards me, laughing, saying "here I am!" The politically correct aghast people probably still complain about that day
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Married her in 1960 after 2-year courtship...
She was the third youngest of 10 children...
Her Dad was a Frenchman from VT... A most interesting man...