Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about genes. Yes, genes, not jeans, although denims get into the picture too.
For instance, my mom (not allowed to say her age or she’ll never talk to me again – let’s just say the first number starts with a ‘9’), wears the cutest jeans. I hope I have her genes, but so far I haven’t found one genome we share. She’s tiny and cute and flirty. I’m tall and not-as-cute and serious. See?
But back to jeans. My mom wears the latest fashion in jeans and pulls it off. She brags that she buys them at the Gap.
Gap Kids. (I hate her briefly when she mentions that.)
My 20-something cool, cosmopolitan niece (my mom’s second granddaughter), sneaks into her Nanny’s closet to “borrow” clothes.
No one tries to borrow anything from my closet.
I blame my genes.
The women in my dad’s family are all tall and solid and smart. Okay, I added the smart based on subjective observation.
My aunt (Dad’s sister) was a single mom who worked in the city – (the big city, NYC) – in the man’s world of advertising back in the ‘50’s and ‘60’s. She succeeded. She was statuesque the way women were allowed to be back then, and too smart for three husbands. As I child, I was fascinated by her large husky laugh and her love of poetry. She sent me some of her poetic masterpieces – the best one included a photo of me as an 11-year-old (gawky and tall and miserable) and of the current popular model Ursula Andress. The gist of the poem was that when I grew up into my body, I’d look like Ursula.
I saved that poem in my top dresser drawer and read it almost every day for two years.
So, yes, I have my dad’s genes. He never shopped at the Gap; he was a tall man (6 foot, 2 inches); and wrote a love poem for my mom every Valentine’s Day.
My dad loved tennis, and back in the day of short tennis attire, he rocked the short shorts. He had good legs, and sometimes I wondered if that’s why he loved to play tennis so much.
He couldn’t take credit for those legs though. My grandmother kindly gave them to him.
Back in her day, ladies never wore jeans. But her genes gave her gorgeous gams. (In the ‘40s, women had gams, not legs.)
I remember visiting my Marmu when I was in college, dragging my boyfriend with me. My grandmother was getting forgetful by then, and my parents wondered how much longer she could live on her own. She served us peanuts and soda and sat on her couch, legs crossed primly, smoking a cigarette like a Hollywood actress.
When we left an hour later, my boyfriend’s remark was, “Your grandmother is sweet, and she has good legs!”
Yes! I thought to myself. And I have her genes!
Good genes and good jeans are hard to come by. sounds like you come from great stock, xo LMA
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Ah, another word for where we come from. Genes and Jeans, Stock and Stockings (for the Gams). We all have bits and pieces from our ancestors, which is pretty cool.
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Both our Mothers’ were/are hard acts to follow! No wonder they were friends! But, while not our Mothers, we both managed to become strong, intelligent women ourselves. And, while you are not petite or flirty, you, my friend, are absolutely gorgeous and very thoughtful and caring! And, you are passing great genes on to your kids and grandkids ❤
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You’re just being nice because we Pitman-ites need to stick together. But you’re right, our moms are/were both strong smart s’amazing women.
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I have been blessed with pretty good looking legs. Dancing and marching band…etc helped too. My mid section? not so much 😦
It’s totally cool your mom can buy AND wear jeans from the Gap! We should all be so lucky! 🙂
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Watching your mom wiggle into a great pair of jeans is a bit disconcerting. But gotta love it!
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It’s interesting when we start to see ourselves in our parents and our children in ourselves. We don’t seem to notice this as much when we’re younger, probably because we’re too busy asserting our independence. Short, tall, extrovert, or introvert–genes are a fascinating thing. 🙂
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Genes ARE fascinating. Particularly when we realize that our parents passed on (and we pass on) many other traits besides the physical ones. For instance, my little granddaughter is a great ballerina. That HAD to have come from me, right…? 🙂
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I bet for all your thoughts about being like your Mom, there are people in the family who feel exactly the same about you. Tall, good legs, bright.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
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I hope so. The good news is my daughter is even taller than me, and she’s proud of it! Huge Hugs to you across the ocean. xo
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Good for you and the women in your gene (and Jean) pool. I have a pretty good gene pool to swim in of my own. Healthy longevity and youthful looks well into the “senior” years. Good teeth, too! 🙂
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Ah, the teeth. Perhaps the most important part of our anatomy! Happy chewing. I can tell by your icon picture that you have beautiful eyes too.
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Blushing… 🙂
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Sigh. We always see the grass is greener on the other side of the…whatever comes to mind.
We are not a tall family. Three siblings are short and two are tall-er by half a foot. I always wanted to be six inches taller than I am. I’d look way thinner then. 😀 😀
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All the ‘short’ people in my family say the same thing – if they were taller they’d be thinner. But you are so right – I wished to be petite, my cousin wished to be tall, and finally, hopefully, we’re just happy to be who we are.
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I’m good. Takes a while to stop wasting time and energy on what we can’t change. Embrace and be done. ❤
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This is so funny.Loved it. Don’t we all wish for something that we are not or do not have. I know that I do. I’m sure you are gorgeous and extremely smart. You seem to be a “whip” for you sure know how to write.
I also buy my jeans at the Gap- sometimes but I prefer NYDJ’s brand in the boot cut. These jeans fit so well with almost no gap in the waist. I inherited my dad’s genes and am slim with long limbs but only 5’4″ tall. I just wish that I were smarter.
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But we’re blogging – we must be smart! (I think it takes a lot of stamina and smarts and wit to blog to, about, with each other).
On the fashion matter, I’m right there with you (regarding the NYDJ’s jeans).
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She is wonderful! And how fortunate you are to have those great genes, too.
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Well, I’m certainly fortunate that my mom is still alive and kicking and giving me fodder for blog posts. And she is such a good sport about it.
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…life begins at 40… and 60… and 80… and 1000… and whatever age yeez want 🙂 grea post, Pamela…:):):)
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Thank you my blogging friend. Perhaps I was inspired by your earlier post about how age doesn’t matter. All that matters are good gams and good genes. Ha Ha.
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I love that your Mother buys her jeans at Gap Kids! LOL! Genes are such a funny thing…I’ve been thinking (and writing) a lot about the same thing lately (not legs, but genes). Sometimes we have to dig a little deeper to “see” where we get some of our characteristics, but I think we are the sum total of ALL our relatives…
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I was so surprised when my 30-year-old son decided to search his genealogy after sending in a dna swab. People of all ages are fascinated by who their ancestors were hundreds of years ago. It’s fascinating.
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Pam, there always has to be at least one family historian! 🙂
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Wait a minute. Why doesn’t this post have a pic of your great gams? Your readership demands it!
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I can’t believe you goaded me into it, but yes, I edited this post and added a ‘gam-ey’ photo. The sad news? I haven’t worn heels in years, so no Ginger Rogers photo op.
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There we go!
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Why did you put that picture of you so tiny there at the end – I understand it was a late addition, but it’s fabulous, YOU look fabulous, you should make it bigger, come on, you can do it, you’ve got the genes! 🙂
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Oh, alright, flatter me into it, why don’t you? I just made the little photo a little bigger. Sigh. No worthy sexy gam photo in my portfolio, alas. But thanks for the compliment. I just might go out and buy a short skirt. tee hee
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Pamela, it’s a consensus. Let’s call it well founded flattering. And the end photo of you says it all. Celebrate.
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What’s fascinating is that the older I get, the more I get my grandmother’s face too! I think we should celebrate that we find our ancestors within – and outside – ourselves.
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Although my mother was always heavy the one thing she was proud of were her legs from the knees down. Her legs were slender with narrow feet. Very unusual forbsomeone her size. I think I have her legs and that makes me happy!! We all have something in our genes we wish we could change. Wish my mom was still here!!!
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The wonderful thing is that your mom is a part of you, always, including your legs! xoxo
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I always wished I got the tall, skinny genes from my dad, unfortunately I got the short, dumpy ones from my mother 🙂
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Funny how we wish we had the genes from the ‘other side.’ My brother got my mom’s side, and even as a kid, I envied his long blonde eyelashes.
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I’d say I got a fair share of the best of both my parents (my Dad’s amazing blue eyes and way with words, my Mum’s beautiful skin and great ‘gams’ (what a fabulous word!))…and of course, some of the other stuff as well:-) Every now and then my Mum will come out with a comment about my grandfather and other family members who have passed on, and say how she recognises something of them in me. I always feel strangely humble and excited when she says something like that. Hugs, Harula xxx
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I hope the generation after us learns to honor OUR genes, too. I like how you’re humbled to know you have some parts of your ancestors. Beautiful.
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Yes, like Andrea Stephenson, I always wanted to be tall and thin like my dad but alas I inherited the short, plump ones from my mom!
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You’d never know it! Looking forward to a walk together soon. 🙂
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Great picture of you Pamela. I am grateful for the good genes my parents passed on to me.
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We don’t think about (or thank) our parents and ancestors enough for what they have left behind in us.
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Amusing post. You’re mom is GREAT. 🙂
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Ah, heck… I meant ‘your mom is GREAT.’ I really do know the difference between ‘your’ and ‘you’re’ – but the hour is late and yours truly is tired. 😀
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I’d be happy with either set of genes–the little Gap Kids ones or the great gams ones. i don’t have either!!
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But you have the great smile genes ! That’s even more important.
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