Quotes About Heritage

E quando, nelle silenziose notti gelate, puntava il muso a una stella e ululava a lungo come un lupo, erano i suoi antenati, ormai ridotti in polvere, a puntare il muso a una stella e ad ululare lungo i secoli attraverso di lui

I pretty much look like an identical twin of my mom.

My mum, Jennie Buckman, was a north London Jew who, with my dad, proudly chose to raise me and my two brothers in Hackney.

Two people who really inspire me are my parents, Wanda and Anthony, just because they really made sure to keep up Hispanic culture in my family.

Something happens when two people from the same country, sharing the same heritage, meet and connect.

I was born to two people who helped me imbibe feelings of nationhood in my heart and love for the country.

I was adopted. I was born in Edinburgh, and adopted when I was about two weeks old. And it's a good thing, I think, really, that back then, in '75 when I was born, you were really given a lot more information than you're given now when you're adopted. And you know, you can access that information when you're older.

I am 100% proud Puerto Rican but have lived two-thirds of my life in the United States. So, there will be some things I write in English, but my main way of conversing with my audience is in Spanish because, at the end of the day, I'm a Latino.

This is the bunch of songs I did first, and it's just the type of thing I do. I am a Carter Family girl, so the record is book-ended with Carter Family songs.

I know that collector types can be a pain in the neck and seem perpetually frozen in time - or at least in their parents' basement - but someone has to look out for the past, lest it slip away forever.

My mom listened to the Beatles and Elvis, a lot of different types of music.

The South is a great driving destination for tourism - heritage, cultural and many other types of tourism.

New Orleans is gumbo. You get so man types of things... jazz, folk, Zydeco.

My grandmother was a typical farm-family mother. She would regularly prepare dinner for thirty people, and that meant something was always cooking in the kitchen. All of my grandmother's recipes went back to her grandmother.

It had never occurred to me that my colour - or lack of it - was an issue for some people, but then I moved to Sydney, and apparently it was. People look at me and don't see what they think is a typical Aboriginal. Thankfully, my mother raised me well in knowing where I come from and who I am, and I'm proud of that.

I come from a typical family.

I've been on my grandfather's boat, Calypso, twice in my life. My mother raised me in a pretty typical middle-class life.

Though born in Los Angeles, U.S.A., I am a typical Tamil girl.

When I am running, I like listening to typical Punjabi music. It is just who I am. It comes to me very naturally.

I am a typical Telugu boy dominated by all the qualities of a Hyderabadi because I was born and brought up here.

I grew up in a typical Ashkenazi household. My bubbe actually lived with us. She'd make us the traditional colorless, beige, heavy foods: chicken soup, kreplach, gefilte fish, tzimmes.

I'm a typical mutt American. I have an Italian last name. Half-Mexican, half-Jewish.

My grandparents came from a typical Marathi family, where they respect the value of rules and regulations.

I grew up in the Netherlands, in a small little town. Just a typical Dutch girl.