Prompt #8 (Feb 19-Feb 25): "I Can Identify" - Elizabeth Jacobson Fraser
I am sure everyone has heard me whining about being a flaming redhead or as they say in England a "Ginger". Perhaps that is why I felt closer to my Norwegian side. My maternal uncle and many of my cousins back in Norway were redheads. From strawberry blond to flaming orange (like me) to dark amber those were the folks I could identify with. On my paternal Swedish side there was only one person I could identify with. I remember her as a nice gal who my Dad was quite fond of.
My father's cousin
Elizabeth "Betty" Jacobson Fraser
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Are you aware of any other redheads?
That gene must still be floating around somewhere amongst our Swedes
From Amy Johnson Crow, a genealogist, far more experienced then I. "The data that we've accumulated in our genealogy software and in our binders and folders doesn't do a whole lot of good just sitting there. We need to do something with it." Each week she sends out a prompt to share a bit about an ancestor, collateral relative, or family friend.
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My father Seth Abrahamsson-Majholm always shaved meticolously so we never saw the color of his beard, but he told us that in his youth he let it grow for a while, and it was red.
I don't think he was ashamed of the color. Vincent van Gogh for instance, had the same color arrangment, so my father was really in good company. But at least I know the reason why he didn't let it grow after he married - our mother felt very uncomfortable in the presence of bearded men. I got the impression that in the family culture of her Dalecarlian childhood, bearded men were considered unkempt and unsocialized plebeians. After she passed away, beards started to reappear in the family ...
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