We all have our share of stories with sometimes fun, sometimes weird, sometime nasty neighbours. Here’s such a tale from when I was a young boy:
I grew up on a small island approximately 25 minutes south of Montreal and 40 minutes from the american border, all small towns surrounding us. Our island was very popular in the summer months as it was populated by equal amounts of full-time residents and cottagers, it was your typical little beach town. We always look forward to see our summer friends come back at the end of the school year, but in the winter months, the place felt deserted and typical of Quebec, very cold. I guess that’s why those who could afford it went away to exotic locations and warmed up in the southern sun for weeks at a time.
One such couple who were neighbours, did so every year and they loved Acapulco (they also loved Liberace but that’s a different story). They would leave their pre-teenage son behind with a babysitter and went to sun themselves up for awhile. One winter they must have had a great old time, especially the wife more than the husband because 9 months later, she had a new arrival… that didn’t resemble him at all. You see they were both caucasian folks, both chubby with ligth brown curly hair, as was their pre-teenage son (spitting image of his dad), so it didn’t take long for the speculations to start running amock amongst the full-time residents when they saw the little girl, all dark skin with jet black extra straight hair and her almond shaped eyes, she didn’t look like any Canadian that I knew… she looked very much the little latina that she was. Some said that it was quite the souvenir this mother brought back for herself and my understanding is that she always denied it when confronted but no one really believed her.
To this day, I’m not really sure what really happened on that “special vacation” in Acapulco, but I have a feeling the husband was at some casino, drinking, the night the baby was conceived. I didn’t really speak spanish then, I was just 10 yrs old, but I always felt like greeting her with a joyous Hola whenever I saw her.
I guess what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, but what happens in Acapulco is a different story.
That’s funny!
Hey, wait a second…my folks are mid-caucasian, chubby with straight brown hair – yet I’m thin as a rake, pale as the underbelly of a codfish, with curly red hair and a penchant for Irish whiskey, born nine months after a holiday in Newfoundland….
Whew. I’m pretty sure I’m not Latino.
While you were writing this post, I went out and got us an Eskimo baby.
funny things genetics. Neither of my brothers are hairy nor can they grow beards. I absorbed the hairy genes apparently and they got left out! lol.
I come from a tribe of short dark people, yet my sister and I are both tall, light hair and eyes, and tan gold rather than olive. My oldest sister got the short dark fat gene, tho.
I’m latino! *giggles stupidly*
Growing up, our parents use to invite couples up to the cottage for overnights that involved beer, skinny dipping and a lot of giggling.
I wondered sometimes, considering my father’s unconventional sexual preference and all that alcohol, just exactly was going on. 70s swapping? Who can say.