Quotes About Heritage

My great-grandchildren will not be able to enjoy the Gulf Coast of Louisiana the way I have.

I come from a family that has been here for almost 200 years. My ancestors started a very dangerous gunpowder business in 1802, and my great- grandfather and his father were both killed in gunpowder explosions.

Guns in America have an atavistic force. Possessing them, or the act of not possessing them, is an identity that seems to pass from father to son.

My grandfather was a direct descendent of Guru Nanak, which my father also carried forth.

I'm from a Gypsy background!

My family is basically Gypsies - for real.

All my family back to the 1700s were water Gypsies. My brothers and me, we were the first ones to be born on dry land. All the rest of them were born on barges in the canals.

I'm a lover of old traditional country - George Jones, Merle Haggard, Tammy Wynette, Marty Roberts.

I hail from a family of musicians for the last 18 generations. My grandfather was a classical singer; his father was a sitar player.

I am half Bengali and half Marathi.

I'm like half Brazilian and half American now.

I want to take care of my family for generations. I want to have my head turned into a bust in the Hall of Fame.

There's been a ham in every generation of our family.

I'm a girl from East Ham.

The Hamilton name will live on way beyond me now, which I'm very happy to be a part of.

I have never wanted to check out the family folklore that we could be traced back to a dominie at the hamlet of Balquhidder in the Scottish highlands.

The food and culture of any place go hand in hand.

Good old Norwegian cooking: you don't read much about that, or about good old Norwegian hospitality.

All the best of you is in the old tongue, but when you speak your best in America you become a yokel, a dumb Norskie, and when you speak English, an idiot.

Talmud, the Halakha, the Qur'an, the Bible, the (Sikh) Granth Sahib—as "true and accurate in all particulars."4 How could a dying religious attitude, scheduled for elimination by the end of the twentieth century—already, as it were, being measured for its coffin—dance away from the dirge with renewed vitality? More pointedly, how could this escape

I won't let you go! I love you, Dog!' 'There will be other dogs and friends, and loves' whispered the Dog. 'You have found your family, your heritage, and you have earned a high place in the world. I love you too, but my time with you has passed.

She fought back the tears in her eyes, because though she no longer felt she was one of the Clayr, she still felt she was a librarian and always would be, no matter what else she had become as well.

But watch out! Be careful never to forget what you yourself have seen. . . . And be sure to pass them on to your children and grandchildren. —Deuteronomy 4:9

We used to have songs for everything, and nobody knows the songs anymore. There were songs for dogs, for good dogs and bad dogs, and songs to make them work or track bear. There were songs for all of everything.