Jack's class is doing some kind of "We are all Pilgrims" stuff for Thanksgiving and as a part of that, we had to send him to school with information on his ancestry. In Jack's words, "I need facts for my research." I called my parents to get some of those facts. My mother is a first generation American, her parents having come over from Austria in 1914. But, my dad's family has been here forever. While we were going over the family tree, he mentioned that his mother was a Daughter of the American Revolution and that his paternal grandmother was as well. I laughed and said that I was going to look into joining, since I clearly met the qualifications for membership - female, over 18 years old who could prove lineage back to someone who fought in the Revolutionary War. I wasn't entirely serious. I don't even know what they are really about. I just thought it sounded cool.
I happened to call my parents today and my dad started in on the subject of the D.A.R. He said that he called the local chapter to see if my being adopted disqualified me for membership. (WHAT?) The woman said that she would bring the topic up at some "big meeting" coming up on December 9th.
I didn't say it to him, but I was completely baffled by my dad's actions. Why on Earth would he call the D.A.R. and queer my chances for membership? Let's just say I was serious about joining and this inquiry revealed that I wasn't eligible because my dad spilled the beans about my true bloodline. Surely my dad cannot be more concerned about the purity of the blood in the D.A.R. than about the emotional well being and patriotic ambitions of his favorite daughter? (Okay, I am probably not his favorite but I am at least second or third, since there are only three of us.) What an odd and funny thing to do and, if I have to say, so very him to do something like that.
I gently pointed out to him that there probably wasn't a need for him to call seeing as that my birth certificate has my adopted name on it and nobody would be the wiser since there is no indication on it that it is not the original one, which reveals my "real" name - gasp!- of Margaret Anne Pierce. Then, I thanked him for checking into it. I am a good D. O. R., after all. (Daughter of Richard). Or for accuracy, should I say D.A.B.R.? (Daughter Adopted By Richard)
Well, stay tuned for news on my D.A.R. saga. It will actually be interesting if they reject me on the basis of my actual birth rather than my upbringing.
Off to see a rehearsal of my play!!!!!