I feel like if I delve into one, I’m ignoring the others. There’s too much to know and too many old countries to visit.
Ukraine, Germany, Scotland and Ireland. Where do I start?
I carry some of the old family recipes with me and I hope my kids will continue this tradition. My Irish Gramma said that my love of potatoes as a kid, and my dark hair, were products of her heritage.
Yet I’m built sturdy and tall like my German Gramma.
Although I like to look like a lady and don’t like to break a nail or mess my hair, I can chase cows or pluck chickens with the best of them.
I attribute this to my ancestors.
My Scottish Grampa rarely talked of his Scottish roots although he and my Gramma did go back and visit both his homeland and hers (Ireland).
My Ukrainian Grampa had this thing where he only identified as “Canadian” and wanted nothing to do with his Ukrainian heritage. (Whatever Canadian means I guess). If he could only see the melting pot it is now.
I love the melting pot, not sure he would have.
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