I’m working on a photo project today. I’m pretty excited about it, but it’s taking longer than I thought it would (color me shocked!) so no trip report post today. I will, however, leave you a photo from the dusty piles.
My great-grandma Grace grew up in an orphanage. She was placed for a while with a couple she adored and later remembered as her parents, but the state of California removed her from her home after a few years because she had been placed with a Chinese couple. Grace was dark-skinned as an infant, but as she got older it became apparent that Grace was a mix of Caucasian and Native American, not Chinese. The state didn’t feel that it was proper for a Chinese couple to be raising a Caucasian girl (no matter how brown) and took her away, refusing two petitions from her adoptive parents.
I can’t imagine if Eva was suddenly taken away because the state thought our family looked inappropriate. Grace spent the rest of her childhood in a Chinese-speaking orphanage (she didn’t speak English), grew up to marry a Chinese man, and was eventually so much a part of the Bay Area’s Chinese history that they named a San Francisco bay shrimp junk after her. So heartbreaking to think about how confused she must have been when people came to take her away for not being Chinese enough.