With the way I look, my family background, an "odd" first name most people can't pronounce correctly, my family also instilled in us a sense of self, a modest sense of pride, and encouraged us to be individuals. It wasn't easy at times, with the family in itself being conflicted, but it made us who we are. None of us worry about what others think. We are more interested in pleasing the Lord, who loves us regardless.
Yep. Sorry to hear about the conflict, but I love the story - and love the attitude!
Same here, Bug. We had our own culture, our own religion (Catholicism), our own language (two of them!), and we were a close-nit fighting unit. No one could touch us, get between us, or separate us - and still is 'till today. Wouldn't have it any other way.
We had a huge advantage though - we were part of a larger well-defined ethnic community. We were sort of our own little country to ourselves. Regardless, as we ventured out from the geographical confines of our well defined neighborhood, we often caught crap. And in my city back in those days, at least for young & teenage boys, "catching crap" often led to a physical altercation - because we never backed down.
But it was all good. We learned to stand-up and fight for ourselves, and to hold our values and way of life dear. Most importantly, we learned to think for ourselves and not be beholden to mainstream commercial & societal thought. But rest assured that as much as we clung to our culture and values, we loved America more than can be expressed. For my grandparents and parents, America saved Europe and represented all we cherished that Europe could not provide.
So the first order of business for the kids (us!) were good educations, a command of the English language, and learning how this new country and its constitution & governance worked. Oh, and money! That was a big deal. We wanted to make money; lots of it! It was always on our minds!
Now you've gotten me all teary-eyed nostalgic about my childhood, again! :kissy: