on lost socks

and a hidden heritage

What do you find when you go looking into closets?

Yesterday?

I found a lot of odd socks.

I love finding a lost sock. There’s something profoundly wonderful about reuniting two socks that I loved but were separated by circumstances for far too long. They bring joy to me all the way down to my soles.

One odd sock that I stumbled across today was the validity of a story my Nanny has always told.

You know we’re partially Indians donchaknow? The Black Mitchel’s. My grandmother was an Indian from New Brunswick.

We never really took my nanny seriously when she spoke about this.

Then today my sister told me all about an encounter she had where someone from New Brunswick spoke about the ‘Black Mitchel’s’ - a really pigmented indigenous family there.

My nanny didn’t know her heritage and her culture because both groups abandoned her grandmother.

It was seen as a disgrace on both sides I guess.

I know that’s a while back, but I can’t help but think that I was missing something. Something got lost there …