I saw an advertisement for the Off-Broadway play "My Mother's Italian, My Father's Jewish, and I'm in Therapy!" And for some reason, I was able to identify with the title, as all parts hold true for me. My mom comes from an Italian Roman Catholic family and my dad comes from a Russian-Polish Jewish family...so that makes me a Cashew! And I am in therapy...but that's a whole other story!
For the most part, the two sides of the family get along great. I think part of the reason is because the Jewish and Italian cultures are so similar and have many shared values. My grandmothers were so much a like and were very close friends. The problem is not the relationship between the two sides of my family, but within each side. Whenever there are family gatherings, there never fails to be some sort of drama or fight. My mom's brother and sister hate each other. My aunt gets pissed off when we see my uncle and she's not told in advanced, yet she refuses to see him. My mom's aunt just hates everyone. My dad's sister managed to piss everyone off. My dad's father divorces his mother a long time ago, and his new wife always gets in a fight with someone. So, between the two families, I never know what to expect!
This is the abbreviated, light, short version of the Kleiman Family, but I think you get the picture. You can imagine my shock when I went home for a visit that everyone got along! One of my sisters graduated from university, so my parents had a party for us, as I graduated a month or so ago. My mom's siblings played nice together, and my grandmother behaved herself, although her appearance was brief. None the less, it was surprising WWIII didn't break out.
Overall, the trip back East was good- short and sweet! TO was fun, and Fairport was...Fairport. I was happy to see my family and my sister graduate. Now she is off to Oregon where she will be interning for the government. She will be working on an Indian Reservation tracking plant life...riiiiiiiiiiiiiight. And my other sister will be home for the summer. She goes to F.I.T. in Manhattan. How different can we be and still be related?!?! I was really happy that I was able to be home for Mother's Day, or at least part of it.
It is always difficult for me to come home because I hate leaving. It isn't that I don't want to leave, but I get the world's biggest guilt trip from my parents! They always say how much they miss me and don't get to see me enough and just go on and on and on. And I feel so bad because I hardly every go home. It's hard to actually WANT to go to a small suburb outside of Rochester, New York, when you live in SoCal! There is nothing to do. I feel like I am in the middle of nowhere. Seriously, there are like cows and farms and lots of trees and no traffic! The shopping and nightlife suck. But I go because I love my family.
For the most part, the two sides of the family get along great. I think part of the reason is because the Jewish and Italian cultures are so similar and have many shared values. My grandmothers were so much a like and were very close friends. The problem is not the relationship between the two sides of my family, but within each side. Whenever there are family gatherings, there never fails to be some sort of drama or fight. My mom's brother and sister hate each other. My aunt gets pissed off when we see my uncle and she's not told in advanced, yet she refuses to see him. My mom's aunt just hates everyone. My dad's sister managed to piss everyone off. My dad's father divorces his mother a long time ago, and his new wife always gets in a fight with someone. So, between the two families, I never know what to expect!
This is the abbreviated, light, short version of the Kleiman Family, but I think you get the picture. You can imagine my shock when I went home for a visit that everyone got along! One of my sisters graduated from university, so my parents had a party for us, as I graduated a month or so ago. My mom's siblings played nice together, and my grandmother behaved herself, although her appearance was brief. None the less, it was surprising WWIII didn't break out.
Overall, the trip back East was good- short and sweet! TO was fun, and Fairport was...Fairport. I was happy to see my family and my sister graduate. Now she is off to Oregon where she will be interning for the government. She will be working on an Indian Reservation tracking plant life...riiiiiiiiiiiiiight. And my other sister will be home for the summer. She goes to F.I.T. in Manhattan. How different can we be and still be related?!?! I was really happy that I was able to be home for Mother's Day, or at least part of it.
It is always difficult for me to come home because I hate leaving. It isn't that I don't want to leave, but I get the world's biggest guilt trip from my parents! They always say how much they miss me and don't get to see me enough and just go on and on and on. And I feel so bad because I hardly every go home. It's hard to actually WANT to go to a small suburb outside of Rochester, New York, when you live in SoCal! There is nothing to do. I feel like I am in the middle of nowhere. Seriously, there are like cows and farms and lots of trees and no traffic! The shopping and nightlife suck. But I go because I love my family.
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What is with your skepticism about working on an Indian reservation?
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