May was pacing in the Egyptian room when Ahkmenrah woke up, though she was so focused on the book she was reading that she didn't realize he was awake until he said, "You're quite good at that, reading and walking at the same time without running into anything. What is it you're reading?"

May smiled, "I've been able to read and walk since I was probably ten or eleven, got the nick name Belle in school. This is a copy of a diary written by my great, great grandmother, I actually just found what I was looking for, confirmation of the origin of a family heirloom," she replied then asked, "So how does the tablet work if a mannequin of a person is just to be some random person from a time period, not a specific historical person, like Teddy or Sacagawea, what determines who's memories they wake up with?"

"From what I've seen its a little unpredictable, with Attila's men they awoke with the memories of Attila's most trusted friends who would have often been at his side in life. Other's will awaken with general memories of the time period they were from, but not the memories of anyone who was ever alive. Then others will awaken with the memories and behavior of what people thought they would be like at the time they were made. Which explains the Neanderthals, while modern research has proven they would have been just as intelligent as humans were in their time, when they were made it was believed that they were far less intelligent and those beliefs seem to have been imprinted on them. However that's only if everything on them, clothes to the smallest piece of jewelry is a reproduction. If they have anything at all that belonged to someone who once lived, then they'll wake up with the memories of that person," Ahkmenrah explained, when a grin spread across May's face he asked, "You have someone you want to meet?"

"They're bringing in an American Revolution exhibit this week. My favorite many greats grandfather, Jacob Kreager, fought in the Revolution and this diary confirms that the powder horn I have at home did belong to him," May told him excitedly.

"You have a favorite grandfather that you've never met?" Ahkmenrah asked.

"I've heard it's perfectly normal for a genealogist to feel really close to random grandparent's they've never met or even know much about," May replied.

"So this isn't just a family heirloom with rumors attached to it, you've actually done research and traced your family back to one of the Revolutionary War soldiers?"

May smiled, "Not just one, he's my favorite grandfather and I'm lucky enough to have something that belonged to him, but I know of a lot of my grandfathers who fought in the war."

"A lot? How many is a lot?" he asked.

Grinning at the excuse to brag a bit about her second favorite part of her family tree, second only to her Native American grandparents, she said, "I don't remember the exact number, I always have to go through the list. There was George Debolt, Abraham Teagarden, William Harris, Phillip Lindley, William Logan, William Wagstaff, Phillip Bortner and Phillip Schellhammer. I think that's all of them, but I have several branches of the family tree that haven't been traced back that far. Then you have Wagstaff's great grandson William Courtney who was only seventeen at the time and two of his older brothers Elzy and James, Harris's grandson, John Harris and Bortner's great grandson Samuel Bordner and his brother Hugh who all fought in the Civil War and are my grandfathers."

"You come from quite a long line of warriors, it's an impressive heritage. You clearly have great admiration and pride in your heritage, your face lights up when you talk of them, but how do you know so many branches of your family?" Ahkmenrah asked.

"Come up to the library with me and I'll show you," May told him as they left the Egyptian room.

"Are those all the warriors in your family?" Ahkmenrah asked.

"Well I have some uncles who fought in the more recent wars, and my grandpa fought in World War Two. There is one more, James Abrams, but I tend to ignore him, he fought in the war of 1812, he was the only grandfather who fought in a war that would have largely been fought against Native Americans. The war of 1812 was at the same time Tecumseh was fighting and Tecumseh has been my hero for as long as I've known about him, so Abrams doesn't get included in the grandfathers to brag about and be proud of," May explained.

Once they reached the library May got on a computer and said, "Some of my grandparents I've tracked down simply by going to the places records are stored in the counties they lived in and then I record what I've found online so that other people can see it and it will help them with their own research if they're related to me. Most of my ancestors though, I tracked down from sites like this that have scanned and posted records from all over the world. You have to pay to use the site at home, but a lot of libraries have free access and that's how I've gotten to use it. And this," she said opening another page, "is my family tree, or part of it, each of those arrows at the end open up more generations back, I've got some of them all the way back to the thirteen hundreds and others that dead end around 1800, so I've still got plenty of work to do on it."

"This is quiet amazing. My father's line was recorded back to the beginning of our dynasty, but I never saw anything farther back for any of my grandmothers except their parents for any of those generations. Most of them were only recorded on scrolls that likely have not survived. I know there's little to no chance that anyone living today would know or even be able to find out if they were related to my family, but could you show me how to use this site, so that I can record what I know of them so they're memory will no longer be forgotten?" Ahkmenrah asked.

"I'd love to," May replied smiling.

A couple days later was November first and when May walked into the museum she took one look around and scowled at the majority of the Thanksgiving decorations that had been set out, "A museum, a bloody museum of all places does this?" she muttered.

As soon as everyone else had left she found the boxes the decorations had been stored in and started going around, taking down most of them. She briefly worried about getting in trouble, but then she would just have to educate McPhee on the true history of the holiday and sugar coated lies that were taught in schools and she was sure he would understand.

May was working on getting a banner down that was hung from two of the pillars of the second floor balcony. Putting the part that was tied on the outside of the pillars so it would keep kids from untying it was a good idea on the decorators part, but it made it hard for her to get it down too. The shape and thickness of the railing was making it impossible to untie it by reaching through, so she had finally just leaned over the top of the balcony. She heard everything come to life, but was too determined to get the banner down to care, she almost had it loose.

"You alright there?" Teddy called up from below her.

"Yep, I've almost got it," May replied.

A minute later the banner finally fell to the floor below. Straightening up she turned and instantly regretted her decision to ignore the awakening museum to continue her work, as she was sure her face was turning a brilliant red now.

Standing behind her, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and an amused look on his face was Ahkmenrah, "So to what do I owe the pleasure of waking up to this sight?" he asked.

"Who ever was allowed to decorate without knowing the real history of the holiday," May replied as she quickly turned away and retreated down to the first floor to roll up the banner.

"Pilgrims and Indians sitting around a table sharing a meal, that's not accurate for the up coming holiday?"

"No. One they probably made the Indians sit on the ground. Two it wasn't some happy gathering that the pilgrims invited the Indians to, no the idiot pilgrims were celebrating a good harvest by shooting off their guns. Hearing that, the Indians thought the pilgrims were being attacked and went to help, to ensure the pilgrims were really safe the Indians stayed for a few days and brought in meat for everyone. Three, they didn't call it Thanksgiving, the first official day of thanksgiving that was called that and involved pilgrims and Indians was in 1637 and was to celebrate the massacre of over seven hundred men, women and children of the Pequot tribe. Before dawn the pilgrims went to the village, ordered all the Indians outside, the ones who came out were shot or clubbed to death and the women and children who had remained inside the longhouses were burned alive in them. The next day the governor declared a day of thanksgiving. Motivated by their victory they then continued to attack village after village. They would sell into slavery women and children and killed everyone else, regularly sending boats with as many as five hundred Indian women and children to be sold into slavery in Europe. After more successful massacres they declared another day of thanksgiving, this time part of the celibration was using the severed heads of the Indians to kick around like soccer balls. Even the Wampanoag who had been friendly to the pilgrims were attacked and their chief's head was impaled on a pole in Plymouth and was left there on display for twenty four years," May explained.

"That's horrible, and disturbing that there weren't enough decent people to stop it. I can see why you don't like the holiday," Ahkmenrah said.

"Oh its a great holiday, if you keep it about being thankful for what you've got, family, a good harvest. It's just when people start bringing Native Americans and pilgrims into it and acting like the pilgrims did anything good for the Native Americans that I can't stand it. Even when I was a kid it bothered me, I always felt like we were celebrating the beginning of the invasion of this country and murder of countless Native Americans, that was long before I learned the true history of it," May explained, "Now I have some poster board, sign bases and printed information to make historically accurate displays for Thanksgiving, you want to help?"

"I'd love to," Ahkmenrah replied.

Sorry if this chapter seems a little rushed, I just realized a couple days ago I didn't have the Thanksgiving part of the story written and really wanted to have it up for Thanksgiving, so I just kind of threw it in, originally I hadn't planned on having it until after a few other chapters. I'm currently staying with my grandparents for the winter and grandma was talking about getting out some pilgrim and Native American stuff to decorate, she got a lecture and we got out cornucopias, and more fall related decorations and didn't even look for the other decorations.