an american family
One woman came from Africa during slavery, one came from Switzerland during the 1950s; ancestors came from the Colorado Rockies, the Swiss Alps, the flat lands of Mississippi, the bustle of black Tulsa, Oklahoma, and the Maritime Provinces of Canada. It couldn’t be more American – they all ended up in southern California, raising the next generations. They listened to Patsy Cline and Dynamite Jackson, they danced to Duke Ellington and to Loretta Lynn. They survived and they loved us, and when the traveling pony portrait man came, they lifted us up onto those horses, fitted chaps on our tiny legs, and told us to smile.