No, you are not part Cherokee. And neither is Elizabeth Warren.
Meagan Day

I enjoyed this. I remember being a kid and having my family talk about how my grandmother was Cherokee. Even as a child, I doubted the authenticity of this claim, because she didn’t look Cherokee — or any other native American — to me.

It wasn’t until I became interested in genealogy that I set out to discover if this was indeed truth or fiction.

I found my grandmother’s birth certificate and her parents birth certificates, on which race was listed as white for all three. I then turned to the rolls of the Cherokee, nothing there.

Finally, I found a copy of a US census. Residency for my maternal grandmother and her parents. Turns out my grandmother was born in Troup, Cherokee County, Texas.

Even with proof that my “granny” was not Cherokee, many in my family still proclaim proudly, Cherokee heritage. Go figure.

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