klehner wrote:
dave_w wrote:
orphious wrote:
He's not a white guy? LOL.. I dunno anyone's race on here.
- obviously, he's whatever race he thinks he is, and you have to accept his choice. He'll tell you that he's been any number of races at one point or another in his illustrious life. This is true. I'm an actual Mutt-American, though one with glorious golden-brown skin. ;-)
Paternal grandmother was Messican-Apache, but paternal grandfather was Messican-Sicilian (his dad came over from Sicily and decided, for some reason, to find work in Texas). They were both from the border area near Laredo, and my great grandfather -- who was 109 when died -- was from the other side of the border and was almost hanged when he was 16, back in 1899, for horse thieving. His name was Pedro Villareal and he legally immigrated in 1901, crossing into the US through the border station in Laredo, paying his ten or twenty-five cent fee (my aunt Rosie told me once how much) and showed proof of an "employment situation" and then went to work in Pennsylvania first, and then Detroit, where he lived the rest of his life.That's how easy immigration was back in the day, heh-heh.
My maternal grandfather's name was Francis ("Frank") Dudenski (he died in WWII, on July 6, 1944, US Army tank driver), though, but my maternal grandmother was named Betty Miller (great grandmother, Daisy Belle Miller), from south of Clarksville, TN. I have aunts and uncles and cousins on that side named Ray-Dell, Aunt Dodie, Uncle Jim-Bob. They're all honest-to-God Scotch-Irish-English hillbillies hahahahaha!. I have aunts, uncles and cousins on the other side (my dad's) with last names like Lopez, Duron, etc. My father was born in a dusty nowhere town named Blanco, also in Texas. My mother, Theresa Dudenski, right here in the Motor City. My father and my grandparents came up to Detroit after WWII, where my grandfather went to work in the auto factories.
I never knew my grandfather Frank, and my mother was only two years old when he was killed in action. Here's his picture, ca. 1940, with his mother (my great grandmother): His family had come from Poland, also at the turn of the century.
His Veteran's Administration death attestation for my grandmother Betty and my mother:
His Purple Heart, awarded when he was KIA driving a tank:
You might say that I'm the modern-day quintessential American. From everywhere and nowhere, all at once! LOL!
"Politics is just show business for ugly people."