As a girl, Cecile Hansen knew that Indian blood ran through her veins, but she never dreamed that she was a tribal princess. Her father was a logger and fisherman and her mother a cannery worker, and outwardly they lived much as hundreds of other blue-collar families did in the 1950s in what’s now Burien. They were devoutly Catholic and active in the church. Money was tight, so her father and brother fished to put food on the table. Every Sunday friends from various local tribes gathered a...
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