My parents made a family tradition of dressing their children thematically each Halloween. The snapshot shows my brother and me dressed as “Indians” for Halloween. In the mid 1950s there was little sensitivity to indigenous people or the possibility of disrespecting native traditions via caricature. Most of our costumes were handmade. My mother substituted lipstick for war paint. The legend on our candy bags plays off the real nature of the collision of Native and European cultures. Found text and anatomical elements hint at that violence. The work includes traditional collage and inkjet printing from a digitized family snapshot.