God bless my sainted great grandmother, may she continue to rest in peace. I met that old lady -- she lived to be 104! -- but I was just a wee bebae in arms at the time. My mum has a picture of her and my great grandfather, who looked to be African, posing in the typical Victorian way...she on the chaise with a mob cap covering her hair, he standing behind her, both with austere and serious expressions on their faces.
I would have liked to have known them...
I'm happy to be a mongrel. My mongrelness -- or is that "mongrelity"?
-- has given me a unique and satisfying perspective on the world, and
on people. I'm glad I don't see in black or white, or even in Irish.
LOL! My children -- the two Americans and the one Antiguan -- claim
their Jamaicanness with as much eager acceptance as I claim my
Irishness. It's that delightful mongrelism (un huh, that's another
word!) that makes us such great people to get to know!Anyhoo, happy St. Patrick's Day to ye all, both the Fully Irish, the Fractional Irish, and the Wannabe Irish!
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