I’m 58 almost 59 and it has taken me 46 years to let go of the illusion of my ‘roots’. My mother’s family is a bunch of strangers really. Most of them wouldn’t even recognize me — most don’t know my married name — maybe not even my maiden name anymore.
I’m just a name on an Ancestry.com square.
So — it was past time to let go of that fantasy for me. My father’s rather rowdy family was quirky and certainly there were some who could be tough love personified — it was still love. They still showed up.
And they get points for that.
And although I do talk with my hands — I’m much more inclined to drink scotch whiskey than wine. ;) I think that’s probably the true test of the DNA. LOL
It’s interesting how traits come across family lines. Completely fascinating. Thank you so much for sharing your story! I really appreciate your response. I love it when readers ‘talk’ to me.