Peerwerk |
My journey to constantly learn, better myself, amuse myself, and other such things. |
Happy Mothers Day. My cute momma in the early 60’s.
If your ancestors or relatives (are native) and identify as white, what was your reaction?
I responded to this post, but I thought I might go a bit more into my response, which was that my great grandfather, though Yurok, went through life as “white”.
I never met Frank Ryerson, known by family and friends as “Bud”. What I do know about him is not anything I am happy about; he was an alcoholic, he cheated on my great grandma Vera and had a secret second family that he left her for, he cut off relations with his daughter (my grandma Elvera) as well as his granddaughter (my mother). I think the last my family may have seen of him was when he came to try and summon spirits to help my grandmother while she laid in bed dying of cancer, but was promptly kicked out by the wife he left who did not approve of “having witchcraft in the house”.
I can’t say I would want to get to know him if he were still alive, but I do have questions that no one is able to answer, like why he went through life identifying as a white man when he was Yurok. He lived on the tribal land with my great grandmother and practiced Yurok traditions, so I don’t know if he was worried about hiding that fact to those he met in his day to day life. On paper, he is listed as being white, which means I am just barely below the blood quantum minimum to be a member of the Yurok tribe.
I guess a big question I have for myself, and for others if they have any helpful input, is should I go to the lengths of getting genetic testing done to prove that I am indeed enough Yurok to actually be a member? Or should I not let the fact that I am not a member make me frustrated about how I identify to my cultural identity?
(Source: rematiration)
100- Guests, like all servers, come in all packages. Show a “good table” your appreciation with a free glass of port, a plate of biscotti or something else management approves.
Quit trying to get free shit mother fucker! Every table should be a “good table”. You shouldn’t expect a reward for not…
This is so hilarious, and also sad since it is completely true. One time, I had a couple come into the restaurant and order dinner. The gentleman did not like his food at all, so of course I was very apologetic offering to get him something else (he declined) as well as taking this entree off of their bill, along with a discount on his wife’s meal. When I asked them if they cared for any dessert, they declined and asked for the bill. After they paid and were on their way out, I noticed they had pulled my manager aside for what seemed like a lengthy conversation. Sigh. Later, my manager tells me that they were mad because when I offered them dessert, I made it sound like they would not be receiving it for free, and they were disappointed because back where they were from, restaurants apparently know how to “take care of their customers”. Really? I took off your meal completely, as well as discounting your wife’s food that she finished and had no complaints about.
Enjoying birthday cuddles from Alby 😻
This guy makes it hard to get up and get going.
Last of my new kitty spam for a bit, I swear. 😻#cat #catsofinstagram #kitten
I will never not reblog this.
signs that I need to rewatch Rug Rats now that I’m an adult include
Sigh
(Source: sansastone, via rematiration)
GIVE ME ALL YOUR BLACK CATS.
Why is this? This isn’t the first time I’ve heard about a special dislike for black cats and I’m not sure on the reasoning behind it. I can’t think of any animal-lover I grew up with that wouldn’t go wild for a black cat just because of how striking they are.
Either way, save all the kitties!
(Source: coffeeminx, via rematiration)
This is going to be my evening :) this paper won’t write itself…
Rainbow outside our window :)
Stuffed, baked pumpkin. Yum! #vegan #vegansofig #whatveganseat #fall #food #pumpkin
having a good hair day…. going nowhere… siiiiigh.
pretty lady
Teach me hour ways! I am in love with your hair.
By Liz Clements