The Impact of Ethnicity on My Family
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Growing up, my family consisted of my mother, father, and my three brothers. My father was of German decent and my mother was of Irish. There was a stigma attached to being a German American back in the late 1940s and as a result, my father would have nothing to do with this German heritage. He changed his name from Willie to William and as a great disappointment to my grandparents, refused to learn the German language. Even with his attempts to keep his ethnicity out of his life, my father retained many of the German traits of his parents. He is extremely hardworking and thrifty. The thought of going into dept makes him physically sick to his stomach. He would never own a credit card. To make a major purchase such as a car or appliance, he would take a 2nd and sometimes a 3rd job so he could pay cash for the items. I like to think that I inherited my fathers work ethics. But I know for a fact that I dont have an ounce of his thrifty ways, nor do my daughter. I miss the German foods that my Grandmother used to make. Now that she is gone, I wish I had some of her recipes. The only German foods I can make are potato pancakes and German Potato salad, which my daughters love, or at least they say they do so they dont hurt my feelings.
I hardly knew my mothers parents. They both died before I started kindergarten. My grandfather loved beer and died of cirrhosis. I suppose that this could go along with his Irish ethnicity. My mother is a strong catholic and had plans to become a nun before she met my father. As long as I can remember, my mother would give up a pleasure in her life and spend time praying for something to happen or not happen to one of her sons. Examples are:
She gave up wine and prayed that I wouldnt be drafted during the Viet Nam war. I received a medical exemption for a back problem.
She gave up between meal snacks and prayed that my brother, Kevin would marry his live-in girlfriend. Kevin is in his mid 40s now and is still living with Patty. Mom doesnt pray for this anymore since Kevin is the only of her 4 sons that hasnt been divorced yet.
Besides her strong Catholic beliefs and her suffering and praying for her sons, the other Irish trait I see in my mother is that if she was dying of some horribly painful disease, the most you might hear out of her is that Im feeling a little under the weather today. She would never admit she was sick or that she needs to see a doctor. I see this trait in my brothers, myself, and 2 of my 3 daughters. My 3rd daughter