Rena Ross:
CLASS OF 1978
Central High SchoolClass of 1978
Detroit, MI
Custer Elementary SchoolClass of 1971
Detroit, MI
Rena's Story
I hope old friends will remember me as thoughtful and fun to be with.
When I'm stressed or just want to relax I turn to my hobbies of cross stitch, crocheting, & knitting; something my mom taught me when I was 5 years old.
One of the wildest things I did in school was skipping a 3rd hour class and being busted by my counselor.
I do have a hero and that would be my mom. She came to the USA from Germany not knowing anything about the culture or able to speak the language at the age of 25. She dealt with a lot of struggles because she married a black man back in the 60's. She endured all kinds of hardships/isolation and I watch her over come many obstacles. When she would fall down during her struggles, she always got back up. She had pride in everything she did and passed that on to her children. She said "No matter what we did, we should strive to be the very best."
I lived in Germany which is where I was born and lived there until my father moved us to his home in Detroit in the early 60's. When we arrived, my mother, older sister and I spoke no English only German.
The one person from my past who I'd most like to see again is Carlton Pierce, because he was my dear friend and was one of the few people that I went to school with that did not judge me or dislike...Expand for more
me because my mother was white.
My best friend would tell you I'm a selfless person with a good heart, but people who don't know me very well would probably describe me as stuck up, or booshie.
My style is simple but up to date; classy. I embrace getting older with style by wearing clothes that are age appropriate and fit my body type.
I recently moved to Maryland which is where my daughter lives as well. I'm happy and enjoy my lifestyle here; there is so much to do.
I was never considered black but different by my peers. It was my classmates throughout the years that constantly reminded me that I did not belong. I wish I could say my high school days were fun, instead, I was isolated with very few friends. Even in my senior year, a classmate asked my friend, Carlton, "Why are you hanging out with her? Don't you know her mother is white?" No need to mention who said it, because they know who they are. Yes, this was still happening even in 1978. It's something that I have forgiven but will never forget.
I am proud of who I am and it's all of the differences that make me the person I am today. Now I look at the recent history-making event...a bi-racial man (we all embrace as black) and his family are going to the White House. Wow, how things have changed.
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