gonzo77

So I find out things about my family, slowly but surely, when I talk to them on occasion. I learned earlier in the year that my Great Grandfather was a poor mountain farmer who came here with like 2 dollars in his pocket (I know back then you could get a steak and kidney pie, a cup of coffee and still have enough to get to the Polo Grounds for 5 cents). He also lived with my Dad's family in the attic where I used to play. He spoke in a thick French accent that no one could understand. And ordered a case of wine a week to himself. How stereotypical.

I found out today, my miser dad, who was Republican my whole childhood, grew up poor in the NYC "projects" if you will. Oh he also was talking about our need to conserve fuel and other left wing stuffs! How atypical!

And the only thing I know of my mom's grandmother was she was Glasgow, also had an incomprehensible accent, and was violent and mean. Again, typical!

I guess I'm proud of where I come from, and surprised to learn new tids bits at every family encounter.

Ok bye for now!