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As my grandparents happened to constitute a Wasp compass, the way ahead was marked in all directions I could proceed as a Robinson like Grandma Tims family loquacious, madcap, sometimes unhinged a Pierson like Grandpa Johns family bristling with brains a Holton like Grandma Jesss family restless, haughty show ponies or a Friend like Grandpa Teds family moneyed, clubbable, and timid. I believed, then, that my family was not my fate. I believed my character had been formed by charged moments and impressions the drift of snow, the peal of church bells, the torrent of light cascading through the elms out front into our sunporch. Though my parents gave me love and learning and all the comforts, I believed I could go it alone. My grandparents were distant constellations, and as they wheeled across the sky I felt unshadowed by their marriages, their affairs, their remarriages, or their quarrels. On the question of how to pronounce tomato, for instance, the family was split. 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The acronym Wasp, from White Anglo Saxon Protestant, is one many Wasps dislike, as its redundant Anglo Saxons are perforce white and inexact. Elvis Presley was a white Anglo Saxon Protestant, as is Bill Clinton, but they are not what anyone means by Wasp. Waspiness is an overlay on human character, like the porcelain veneer that protects the biting surface of a damaged tooth. Worse, the adjective is pejorative Waspy is reserved for horse faced women, tight assed men, penny pinchers, and a cappella groups. Im too cheap to spring for a new acronym. But my family and their friends, as Wasps, were circumscribed less by skin tone and religion than by a set of traditions and expectations a cast of mind. They lived in a floating Ruritania loosely bounded by L. L. Bean to the north, the shingle style to the east, Robert Falcon Scotts doomed polar expedition to the south, and the limits of Horace Greeleys optimism to the west. That cast of mind is excessively attuned to such questions as how you say tomato a word I now find myself pronouncing both ways, usually at random and always with misgiving. In this and more important respects I seem to have become, somehow, a motley product of my famously marvelous background. Oh, sure, I dont belong to any clannish or exclusive clubs, I prefer beer to hard liquor, I am neither affable nor peevish the alternating currents of Wasp and I love pop culture. And yet. Until quite recently, I had the Wasp fridge marmalade, wilted scallions, out of season grapes, seltzer, and vodka nothing to really eat. The Wasp fridge is like the bachelor fridge, but Wasps load up on dairy, including both 1 and 2 percent milk, moldy cheese, expired yogurt, and separated sour cream. And atop the Wasp fridge sit Pepperidge Farm Milanos, Fig Newtons, or Saltines some chewy or salty or otherwise challenging snack. 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