Speaks to my little immigrant heart....
Feb. 16th, 2009 07:46 pmAll four of my grandparents were emigrees. They were all in their 50's when I was born, so they were very much a part of my life and upbringing. This lolcat just grabbed me by the scruff of my neck; balaboosta kitteh, right out of the shtetl, channeling both of my bubbies, left me smiling ear to ear.

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Date: 2009-02-18 09:16 pm (UTC)So this morning I walked into my morning coffee spot to find my friend Sarah, her long hair pulled back in braids and covered with a babushka, floor length peasant dress, and a flowered shawl over her shoulders knotted beneath her breasts. She looked as if whe had just gotten off the boat at Ellis Island.
Our county was the southeastern most outpost of the Russian empire 200 years ago, at a place right on the Sonoma coast named Fort Ross. Today was a field trip for her youngest boy's class, to see the remnants of that old Russian settlement, hence all the parents coming along were dressed for the outing. Sarah as the lone basket-maker in the school's PTA always seems to get tapped for any of these re-enactment field trips, whether it's to Fort Ross, or to Mission Sonoma. Our county is also home to the northern most of the California Catholic Missions. Between you and I, with her waist length blond hair Sarah makes a much more convincing Russian, than a Mission Indian.
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