Merry Christmas To Me

Found out I am 50 percent Italian,  20 percent Indian.  I get that from my daddy. 15 percent French and 15 percent English. I wasn’t going to do the testing but am glad I did.

I had a feeling I would end up being more Italian.    I am a passionate person.  When I love, it is all-encompassing.  My mother……there are many words I could use to describe her but love would not be one. She was a miserable bitter cow.  She was an Italian born in the south. I did pick up southern sayings plus I actually had that drawl.  I had had it since being able to talk. A lot of it has faded over time.  My mother, my oldest sister, my brother and myself spoke that way. My dad used to love it when I was pissed off because my drawl would come out in full force. I believe it was because he still loved my mother. Even after all she did to him.

My mother did everything in her power to not speak with her drawl.  She thought it made her a hillbilly.  Nothing ever made her happy unless it had to do with money.   Her foster parents were rich.  Her foster mother was one of the Zigfield girls and her foster father did commercials for magazines and tv when tv’s came out.  All I ever heard was how she loved the world’s fair in New York City.  She could not deal with having 4 children she never wanted and living poor as we did. I remember hearing her on the phone with her biological mother when I was only 3. I heard her say, “No, it will only be me”. I knew that meant she was going to leave us behind so she could try to get away from life as it was. How does a child know things like that.

My Indian roots I tend to follow as far as how I am in everyday life.  I have the patience of a saint.  I am very good at playing the waiting game…..that is until I am fed up and the drawl comes out.    Thankfully, I have always had a good nature.  I am a happy person.  I love to laugh.  My dad was always good natured.  He was either singing or whistling.  He loved to laugh also.  He was very frugal which is where I got that from.  He had money up the ass but would still wear his old flannel shirts with the holes in the elbows.  That must be where I get my love of old clothes from.  I much prefer to be comfortable.  I actually dislike wearing too much.   Simple and uncomplicated is so much better.