Hand-knitted mittens

I grew up in a multi-cultural neighborhood. You wouldn't have suspected, but I lived next door to second generation Scandinavian-Americans in our GI Bill housing subdivision in the 1960's.

I always considered our family "The People". Most tribal names boiled down in the tribal language translate as "The People", or "The Real People", "The True People", "The Blondes", or "God's Chosen People". But my family was the realio-trulio genuine article True People. Still, I often felt less than solid in the face of the Industrial-Strength Heavy-Duty Wagnerian Blonde Oldsmobile people next door who claimed they were "The People".

Us vs. Them on Black and White Pay-per-View
Broiled sirloin vs. McDonald's
Fireworks vs. movie
Christmas tree decorated 12/21 vs. Tree decorated 12/2
Horton vs. Babar
Jackie Gleason Show vs. Wonderful World of Disney
Peeled apple sections vs. Whole apples
Jumping on the sofa vs. Painting the playhouse with mud
Nibbled vs. Gulped
First-Aid Cream vs. Bactine
Motels vs. Camping in tents
Jo March vs. Amy
Elephant's Child vs. Flicka, Rikka, & Dikka
Campbell's Beef with Barley vs. Starkist Tuna salad sandwiches
Sunshine Hydrox vs. Oreos
Bouffant Barbie vs. Ponytail Barbie
Saltines vs. Graham crackers
Skippy vs. Jif
View t.v. with lights on vs. Watch t.v. in the dark basement
Beer vs. wine
V.E. Day vs. V.J. Day
Temperas vs. watercolors
Runner sled vs. saucer