Last night Mr. Rilch and I, and the two people who were with us, got to talking about nationalities. I’m half Italian, one quarter Slovak, and one quarter something called Windish. I usually describe myself as Italian (both my maiden and married names are Italian), unless I’m feeling particularly bohemian, in which case I’m Slovak. Windish is too hard to explain, so I don’t even go there.
Mr. Rilch is Italian and German, and calls himself Italian. His mom shrieks and implores him to remember the German side, but he doesn’t want to admit to having one. No offense to any Germans reading this; that’s just how he feels.
Fritz (from Frisco) is Irish and Polish; during the meal, he explained his thirds on potatoes by saying, “I’m a mick; whaddaya want?”.
Steve is Irish and German; he calls himself Irish.
I think that if someone is part Irish or part Italian, they are more Irish or Italian than they are the other contributors, unless the other factors are similarly dominant nationalities. (Someone who’s both would be a very conflicted person.) Anyone agree or disgree, or want to contribute other “dominant” nationalities?
Also, here’s an anecdote I always meant to post. Once when I was waitressing, this elderly man was trying to guess my nationality. He got Italian on the first try, and I said, “Half, but I bet you can’t guess the other half.” One of his guesses was “Jewish”. I said, “That’s not a nationality.” Don’t you hate people who think that?
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