Wow. This is me, a rich-broke person...overly educated and not exactly fitting in anywhere...yet belonging everywhere. Thanks, sis, for this write up. It helps me get a little closer to understanding who I am.
Feel this so much. We were a working to working-middle to middle-class family, but we were the "rich kids" because we had a house and two cars in the driveway. Never mind those two cars were out of necessity, not luxury, because otherwise my parents would have had a heck of a time getting to work. I was the quiet bougie kid who didn't feel like I fit in with any class. My mother never gave us fried bologna, but ask me about some franks and beans, though, which still hits, especially on a cold day.
I still love great northern beans and cornbread, a meal my mother grew up eating because it was the only thing her family of 11 could afford back then as sharecroppers. Whenever I'm homesick or miss my mother, I make it and its delicious.
Wow. This is me, a rich-broke person...overly educated and not exactly fitting in anywhere...yet belonging everywhere. Thanks, sis, for this write up. It helps me get a little closer to understanding who I am.
Feel this so much. We were a working to working-middle to middle-class family, but we were the "rich kids" because we had a house and two cars in the driveway. Never mind those two cars were out of necessity, not luxury, because otherwise my parents would have had a heck of a time getting to work. I was the quiet bougie kid who didn't feel like I fit in with any class. My mother never gave us fried bologna, but ask me about some franks and beans, though, which still hits, especially on a cold day.
I still love great northern beans and cornbread, a meal my mother grew up eating because it was the only thing her family of 11 could afford back then as sharecroppers. Whenever I'm homesick or miss my mother, I make it and its delicious.
My mother was one of 11 kids herself. We learned from her how to survive the struggle while at the same time being sheltered from it.