I started dating a widower awhile back. He was married for 27 years to a lady who was a full blood Muscogee Creek Native. He speaks Creek and actively participates in the Creek culture. The more time I spend around him, I’m starting to pick up bits of the language. So far, I can say “no, red, wind, butt, @%#@*, dog, chicken, goat, cicada, fire, hot, rain, Indian, white man and bigfoot. It’s starting to become familiar and much easier to learn from hearing it on a regular basis.