Take, for example, his assignment last week, which was to make a doll -- no, not an anatomically correct one -- and dress it in his ancestors' attire. Accompanying the doll was a worksheet that asked all about where his ancestors hailed from before coming to America.
I don't know where you live, but where I live, it's not at all surprising to find students whose parents are the first generation to come to America or, nearly as likely, to have first-generation Americans among the kids. In Youngest's class of 20 kids, I know of three kids whose parents emigrated from India, another kid whose parents emigrated from China, another whose mother is from the Philippines, still another with a mother from Northern Europe and still another -- my own kid -- whose father is from England.
So why are we all pretending that the kids are genetically linked to the Mayflower?
Let's ask about ancestory and all that. But let's not frame it in the context of ancestors coming to America. [There, see, I am a liberal. Hah!]
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Along far less serious lines is when Youngest asks -- just as his brother and sister before him asked -- for information about those who came before him, before me, before my parents. Pete talks of warriors and football coaches. I talk of alcoholics and manic-depressives and shipbuilders (who were alcoholics) and broken families and losers and hasbeens and never-weres.
At least my kids won't need to live under the burden of being a Kennedy or someone like that. Of course, now that I think about it, I think the Kennedys had quite a few alcoholics and manic-depressives and broken families and losers and hasbeens and never-weres.
[Photo courtesy TexanProud.com. 'Cause it's the first tree I found.]