Post by coco on Nov 22, 2009 21:50:42 GMT 1
I thought I shared with you. I have learned something that might interests you.
We shouldn't be shames of who we are. No matter what races, nationalities and disabilities we are born with. We should accepts who we are born with. We should be proud of our ancestors who have fought for their rights and traveled a lot. So this is how we become. We don't have original history papers to prove but our ancestors have passed their oral histories to us. We should not treat people cruel.
I found out something that I wished my mother and father are still alive today. They knew who they are. My mother and her 9 brothers and sisters knew they have dark skin because their grandmother didn't like that their mother married dark skin father. Their grandmother was mean to them during their growing years in Nowy Targ, Poland. They were hurt. She didn't know how ancestors got it. Someone told her that her last maiden name is French. She knew it and wonder how her French father come to Poland. But why?
Their mother is light skin and their father is dark skin. They called themselves as Polish. My mom was born in Indiana, U.S.A. and moved to Poland when she was 1 ½ year old till she was 17 years old. My mother and her sister came back to Chicago, IL. U.S.A. in 1937. We still don't know if her father's history yet, we do not know if he is French or Italian. My mother's mother was upset that she married my dad from Tatra Moutain, Poland. She didn't like idea. Well, my grandmother passed away after I was born. Mom never knew why.
My father joined WWII and found out he have German name (he always thought he was Polish) thru American Army Corps. He was shocked and asked his parents. I do not know if his parents (my grandparent) told him truth, my dad didn't like his German last name. My Dad knew there were German living in Poland but wondered how. He knew he might have some relatives living in Poland. His both families been in U.S.A. since 1900 and wondering How It Happened? His mother do have German maiden name too but they called themselves Polish. They were proud of being Polish. This is what my dad's cousin (who is 94 years old) told me. I wrote her letters to explains how it happen. She and her son went to Poland in 1984 and found out and went to Polish Priest who explained our German Ancestors' histories. Polish priest told them there was German settlers back then settled in Tatra Mountain, Poland which is how we have German last name. Her son is Well Known Priest in N.Y. and good friend to Pope John Paul. This is how I found out. My Dad was born in Chicago, IL. U.S.A. and raised in here. He never knew my sister, brother and I found out .
My brother, sister and I are proud of who we are. We feel we have German Genes more than Polish. in our bloods. We never bother with DNA yet. We are educating people. We accepted our nationalities well. We are happy with it. Our parents have passed away and we still wished they are here to know what we have found our Family Trees.
We do have disabilities in our families. I am sure you have someone in your family too. Being disabilities do not make us dumb or mental.. We are educating people. People respected us very much and happy to meet us. Some of us born with handicapped and have wheeling chairs to get around.. Some of us are deaf and mute, some of us are Hard of Hearings. We all do have jobs which is Blessing that companies hired us. I think it is great.
I had wonderful and interesting jobs. This is my favorite story to tell you. I worked with Spanish, Chinese, White and Black people at Board of Trades (Stock Brokers). There is one Black lady named Olivia who didn't like white co-workers. My white co-workers & I had to keep away from her. We always say Good Morning or Hi to her. One day Olivia received Family Reunion invitation to visit her relatives in Alabama. She was very exciting and told everybody she is going to meet her relatives she haven't met. She have been living in Chicago, IL all her lives. So her husband and children went to Alabama for two weeks and she came back as different person. We all were surprised and she showed us all the pictures and also pictures of her grandfather who is White. We had our mouths open. She said she is white too. Guess what she became our best friends. She have learned something too.
Never judge people who they are. Be proud of who we came from. We should accepted people with open arms. Look at our ancestors who have fought for our countries. They wanted to make world right place for our future children.
If you know someone who is cruel and treated you mean. It is best to speak up and don't be afraid. I have been there too. After all we are human beings who need right people and friends to shares with.
I do hope you understand my English.
We shouldn't be shames of who we are. No matter what races, nationalities and disabilities we are born with. We should accepts who we are born with. We should be proud of our ancestors who have fought for their rights and traveled a lot. So this is how we become. We don't have original history papers to prove but our ancestors have passed their oral histories to us. We should not treat people cruel.
I found out something that I wished my mother and father are still alive today. They knew who they are. My mother and her 9 brothers and sisters knew they have dark skin because their grandmother didn't like that their mother married dark skin father. Their grandmother was mean to them during their growing years in Nowy Targ, Poland. They were hurt. She didn't know how ancestors got it. Someone told her that her last maiden name is French. She knew it and wonder how her French father come to Poland. But why?
Their mother is light skin and their father is dark skin. They called themselves as Polish. My mom was born in Indiana, U.S.A. and moved to Poland when she was 1 ½ year old till she was 17 years old. My mother and her sister came back to Chicago, IL. U.S.A. in 1937. We still don't know if her father's history yet, we do not know if he is French or Italian. My mother's mother was upset that she married my dad from Tatra Moutain, Poland. She didn't like idea. Well, my grandmother passed away after I was born. Mom never knew why. My father joined WWII and found out he have German name (he always thought he was Polish) thru American Army Corps. He was shocked and asked his parents. I do not know if his parents (my grandparent) told him truth, my dad didn't like his German last name. My Dad knew there were German living in Poland but wondered how. He knew he might have some relatives living in Poland. His both families been in U.S.A. since 1900 and wondering How It Happened? His mother do have German maiden name too but they called themselves Polish. They were proud of being Polish. This is what my dad's cousin (who is 94 years old) told me. I wrote her letters to explains how it happen. She and her son went to Poland in 1984 and found out and went to Polish Priest who explained our German Ancestors' histories. Polish priest told them there was German settlers back then settled in Tatra Mountain, Poland which is how we have German last name. Her son is Well Known Priest in N.Y. and good friend to Pope John Paul. This is how I found out. My Dad was born in Chicago, IL. U.S.A. and raised in here. He never knew my sister, brother and I found out .
My brother, sister and I are proud of who we are. We feel we have German Genes more than Polish. in our bloods. We never bother with DNA yet. We are educating people. We accepted our nationalities well. We are happy with it. Our parents have passed away and we still wished they are here to know what we have found our Family Trees.
We do have disabilities in our families. I am sure you have someone in your family too. Being disabilities do not make us dumb or mental.. We are educating people. People respected us very much and happy to meet us. Some of us born with handicapped and have wheeling chairs to get around.. Some of us are deaf and mute, some of us are Hard of Hearings. We all do have jobs which is Blessing that companies hired us. I think it is great.
I had wonderful and interesting jobs. This is my favorite story to tell you. I worked with Spanish, Chinese, White and Black people at Board of Trades (Stock Brokers). There is one Black lady named Olivia who didn't like white co-workers. My white co-workers & I had to keep away from her. We always say Good Morning or Hi to her. One day Olivia received Family Reunion invitation to visit her relatives in Alabama. She was very exciting and told everybody she is going to meet her relatives she haven't met. She have been living in Chicago, IL all her lives. So her husband and children went to Alabama for two weeks and she came back as different person. We all were surprised and she showed us all the pictures and also pictures of her grandfather who is White. We had our mouths open. She said she is white too. Guess what she became our best friends. She have learned something too.
Never judge people who they are. Be proud of who we came from. We should accepted people with open arms. Look at our ancestors who have fought for our countries. They wanted to make world right place for our future children.
If you know someone who is cruel and treated you mean. It is best to speak up and don't be afraid. I have been there too. After all we are human beings who need right people and friends to shares with.
I do hope you understand my English.
