I have a fairly large extended family, mostly on my father’s side. His parents never married, so I have two distinct branches on that side, situated in the South and Wisconsin. The Wisconsin branch I didn’t even know existed until I was in my teens due to estrangement. My mother was an only child and contact with her mother’s people was sporadic at best and I know nothing of her father’s people.
The point is that none of these people were really a part of my life outside of church doings (dad’s mom’s folks). I had cousins around my age, but never connected with them since I never saw them outside of church as we lived across town from them. No effort was made on my parent’s part to foster a connection, most likely because I believe that my mother never really cared for them. Either side, really. Once we stayed with one of my father’s half-sister’s family (WI side) for a couple of days on what was probably our last family vacation and fell instantly in family love with her son who was about my age. He was like the brother I always wished I had. (I do have a brother, but that is another story altogether) Years went by and I spent Thanksgiving with the WI branch and talked to him on the phone. It was like we’d never been apart. The sad thing is, I can’t remember his name to look him up on Facebook or anything.
Which brings me to the inspiration for this entry. I was surfing friends’ photos on the ‘book and came across an active link to a cousin on the SC side. I perused his friends and found that he’s friends with all of my cousins. All of a sudden, I felt like I had when I was plopped down in the 1st grade in public school outside of the military. Who were these people and why wouldn’t they talk to me? I’d never seen self-segregated social groups, so when I went to the white people who were afraid of me, the black people sneered when I tried to turn to them. All of these cousins of mine by blood didn’t know what to make of me either and I suppose that their parents’ attitudes towards my mother and family as a whole colored their perception as well. I even went to school with the one that I found first and we never clicked. I came across one female cousin who also was a performer; in fact her mother seemed to want to foster competition between us even though we had very different voice types. So on a midnight whim, I dropped her a note. She answered, offering condolences on my mother’s recent passing and called me “cuz”. So I sent a friend request to see what would happen next.
*crickets chirping*
Yeah. I thought so. Back to the Island of Me.