1 October 03
Northern Climes
A contribution to the Ecotone Wiki’s biweekly topic, Ancestral Place.
When I first moved to the United States from England, I was astonished by how important it seemed to be to people where you came from. This is of almost no consequence in England, where far more importance is placed on the way you speak, the school you went to, your name—all the important class indicators.
There are lots of class indicators here too, but they’re different, more hidden. Having “come from” (i.e. having “people” who “came from”) England places you on a higher social rung than having “come from,” say, Serbia, or Ghana, or Armenia. Much higher. Having “come on” the Mayflower (the fact that most of the people on the Mayflower were barely literate is irrelevant) gives you the highest cachet of all. Since I do, in fact, have a Mayflower ancestor, despite my English accent, my Ancestral Place is sort of a guessing game (I get asked where I’m from at least once a week).
But it’s mostly Lancashire, it turns out. Both sides. From sheep farmers to mill owners to petty bourgeois shopkeepers. Lancashire is a wet, soggy place, much blackened by the ravages of the industrial revolution and neglect from the center of power in the south, which no doubt contributed to the spread of nonconformist sects. Its inhabitants are gritty, silent, phlegmatic, and excellent cricketers (a sport that requires infinite patience). Lancastrians are given to interesting turns of phrase when particularly inspired.
I hope I have some of the resilience they are known for.
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I, on the other hand (as you know), get, “I thought you said you’re from California. But you’re . . . SMART!” With what’s coming up here in the next week, I guess it’s better to be here than somewhere else, getting looked at funny.
Not that I don’t believe you, Pica. Maybe this is an example of six degrees of separation. But I would like for someone once to tell me that they had ancestors who came across on the Nina! Or the Cutty Sark!