So, when I was in 2nd grade, we had to come up with a story explaining the etymology of our last names. Mine, at the time, was “Loose-Ear.” So, I concocted a brilliant fiction centered around my family line of Otolaryngologists, aka #ENT, whom went around with their extensive knowledge and fixed peoples’ “Loose-Ears” right up.
Now, I always knew the proper pronunciation of my last name to be French, “Lucy-Yay,” but in America, we speak American English and, hence, the alternative pronunciation. As I have grown, and studied the French language and visited the culture, I enjoy switching between the two pronunciations, dependent upon the situation. I leave you to ponder the irony in my creating the Mushroom Tea Party alongside my last name’s French pronunciation.
My real point is that, I, like many in America, have descended from multiple cultures into, the traditional phrase attributed to the United States, the melting pop of civilization. I’ve come to realize I am neither more “Loose-Ear,” than “Lucy-Yay”, but a wonderful mix of the two. But, what I have learned in the kitchen from my dad, USAF Major (Ret) Rick Lucier, is that no matter the end result, one does not arrive to it without each individual ingredient, and if not properly sourced, respected, and included, the end result could very well be the ruining of an entire dish.
Last, and certainly not least of all, is my Cherokee lineage. In High School, I had “anger” problems, but what I really had was people problems. I was raised to be respectful, decent, honorable, and most importantly, loyal.
Now, that last one there can get you in trouble. Loyalty to the wrong cause, person, or organization can leave a bad tarnish on your name. Choose wisely and investigate every nook and cranny of the cause, person, or organization’s books and records that are available.
Back to the people problems, I experienced every day in my school the lack of respect, decency, honor, and loyalty to one another, and not just among students, like you are probably thinking. No, no, that which shocked me the most was the lack of respect, decency, honor, and loyalty I witnessed exhibited from teacher to student. Not all, mind you, but enough to rattle my upbringing that, “all elders were to be respected.” A few girls, not women mind you, have rattled my upbringing of a similar philosophy, but I digress.
This is part of my story, and since this is Face Book, I’d like it to be as accurate as possible. How accurate is yours?
Can you hear me now? #ENT