What’s that saying…”you can take the boy out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the boy”? Is that it? Well, I’d like to add a new one. You can take the peasant out of Lithuania, but you can’t take the peasant out of their modern American decedents. Yeah, I know, it doesn’t have the same flow.
My great grandmother arrived by boat to this country from Lithuania, many many years ago. Way before I was born. She spoke limited English with a wonderful accent, and mostly what she said to me was, “pretty girl” and “such a pretty girl”. I liked her a lot.
She had that look. That wonderful sort of peasant look. I loved that.
But fast forward to now. Now. I just found a coarse-ish, gray-ish hair on my chin! Please pay close attention to those ishes in the sentence above. Only with those ishes could I type it. Coarse-ish, gray-ish hair is way easier to type than coarse gray hair.
Yep, I am on my way to becoming my great-grandmother. My peasant roots are coming out. And apparently those roots are gray. And they are on my chin. The next time you see me, I’ll have on my kerchief and be stooped over with a bundle of sticks on my back.