So, I’ve been writing a lot about my relatives that were in the KKK lately, but there is so much more to my family’s story. These relatives were in my mom’s family, but what about my dad’s?
My mom, being the badass that she was, fell in love with a Catholic boy — my dad!
If you’re not already aware, Klansmen hate Catholics for one silly argument — should god be able to talk directly to me or only through the pope? If you ask me, something that ridiculous is a pretty good endorsement for atheism.
There’s a little more. Klansmen asked if you’re loyal to the pope, how can be loyal to America?
My mom and dad dated through high school and college and got married in their early twenties.
As an adult, my dad was not a practicing Catholic. In fact, he’s not very religious at all. But still, there was always tension. There were fights. There were times that people weren’t speaking to each other.
My dad’s a good guy — a hard-working single parent — and he didn’t deserve the treatment he received.
People have died. People have moved on, and now our lives are relatively quiet.
It’s just so amazing what makes a family. It’s like we’re all a bit of everything.
My dad’s family is made up of Catholics, immigrants, railroad workers, and a fire chief.
And my mom’s family wasn’t just Klansmen. They were farmers and suffragists.
Both of my grandpas served in WWII.
I just find this all so interesting and I’m looking forward to writing more. I can’t wait to break out the poetry!