When Mother, Oneida Kirksey met my father, Jim Johnson she was a young girl living with her older sister and sisters husband. They couple's family was growing rapidly and the sister wanted her young ward to grow up and leave her nest. My uncle, her husband worked in the free Navy with Jim and brought him home to meet my mother. They were ninety percent Native American and Jim was African American, the son of ex-slaves. He took mom home to his family in Florence, Alabama and they were married in June of 1935. Mom gave birth to her first of 10 children by July the following year. Our father was so ashamed that his wife was half Indian so he criticized that area of her ancestry. They were so ashamed of her Indian heritage that he would not allow us to learn about this part of her heritage.
All 10 of their children have complections as varied as the perverbial melting pot. Some very dark skinned and some very light in complexion. Still we are very distinguishing looking. My father never gave much attention to the fact that behind his very chocolate skin, his eye color was olive, indicating that he was not purely of African American heritage.