Pull Up a Chair
Hello, welcome to the very minor Hispanic holiday of Cinco de Mayo. The battle it celebrates didn’t do much, but in this day it’s a celebration of marketing TexMex stuff. I recommend the fresh salsa.
What is your background in our adopted continent? I am descended from Scotch Irish and Cajun, am Sephardic Jew by marriage. Sadly, no tribal relatives that I know of.
My own heritage is one that I’ve only come to know by accident, because as a child I was taught about True American blood, meaning European.
My grandfather was a very obvious Cajun, a big shock of white hair, and he’s the only grandparent I remember. He was named White, but I have heard the family name was LeBlanc. As a small child, I was given cafe au lait and knew some French words, one being what the kids in the Homer, LA, area called Cajun, ‘labalabas’. La bas means ‘down there’.
I so wish I had native blood, but do not know that I do. Of course, it’s possible, but history was something we learned from our families, and they didn’t care for that sort of factual background.
I have learned that some of my family was Quaker, and part of the underground railway on the Eastern Shore of VA and MD, that helped escaped slaves to the north where they were, sometimes, freed. I am very proud of them.
How did you learn about your background, and what did you learn?
(Photo courtesy of Sarah Jane at flickr.com.)