My sister, Amy, my then-seven-year-old nephew Owen and I visited [Plymouth] one summer. It is people by actors who will not, under any circumstances, break character... We then made the acquaintance of one Englishman Amy dubbed the "Pilgrim Archie Bunker." [Owen] told Archie about his collection of Hopi and Navajo kachina dolls he started the previous summer when we went to the Grand Canyon... Archie backed away from Owen and asked him if they're poppets. No, Owen said, "Not puppets - wood carvings." I told him a poppet is a doll used in witchcraft. "You know, like when Scooby Doo goes to Salem." Owen shook his head at Archie and said, "Kachinas are gods, Hopi and Navajo gods." Archie pointed his finger at Owen's chest and raised his voice, "Not the true God Jesus Christ!" Then he told Owen he's never shot an Indian personally but he wouldn't lose any sleep over it if he did, and that he would trade with the Indians, though he would never give them anything of value, perhaps "a pot full of holes." Then my sister grabbed Owen by the arm and said, "Come on, Owen. Let's get out of here before Mama punches a Pilgrim."

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