It's the Little Things in Life that Make Me Smile...

A funny thing that I encounter is the different ways people will describe eye color or hair color. For example: I consider myself a redhead: my earliest photos show a wisp of light reddish hair, and there's always been a "warm" cast, even when the Florida sun lightened it. It irritated me a bit when a high school boyfriend's best friend gave me the nickname "Blondie" - that just didn't fit in with my self image! Likewise, I once was filling in a form and put "red" for hair color, only to have a young gal inform me that I did not have red hair, because "red" was the same color as her bright scarlet shirt (or maybe my face after being told this).

Similarly, I grew up being described as "blue-eyed", but being the sort to over-analyze things (why, yes, I'm a first-born; how in the heck could you tell? :D) I determined some time ago that my eyes are actually gray. That is almost never an option on forms and such, so my drivers license says "blue", even though I feel that's stretching the truth.

So, imagine the sheer delight I feel in looking at one after another WWI Draft Registration Card for relatives on both sides, and seeing eye color recorded as "gray". Not once, not twice. Not just in one town, city, county, state. Indeed - it seems that being gray-eyed was a much more recognized thing in 1917-18.

I feel so validated!