Tribes

Submitted by lmcshane on Thu, 02/17/2011 - 22:28.

My Great Aunt Wee (Marie) came to mind today.  She was a tough lady. Irish married to a Scottish man named French.  I always felt that I had been favored in her mind's eye, but as I grew older, it became apparent that I did not meet the Irish standard.  I was the fair child.  The eldest and most apparently "Irish" of our clan.  Red hair and blue eyes...I grew less Irish as I matured. There was always the spectre of the darker child. My grandfather was disdained for marrying a dark Hungarian woman and then to compound it, my father (who was the fair child - his sister was the "gypsy") married another Hungarian woman (my mom) .  My sister, unfortunately, knew the consequences of being the darker child.

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