To the Editors:
On October 4, 1989, when my husband (brown hair) and I (blonde) first set eyes on our daughter, we were surprised and delighted to see her shock of red hair. Ever since that day, we've been mesmerized by redheads—who suddenly seem to be everywhere.
Almost four years later, as we were headed to the hospital for the birth of our son, I commented that it would be fun to have another redhead. My husband scoffed—with no living redheads in either of our lineages, he thought it would be statistically impossible. But, low and behold, we were doubly blessed (we had to go back a couple of generations to find those redhead genes on both sides.)
So, fear not, because we can personally attest to the strength and determination of the redhead gene to brightly flame into the next generation. And we can further attest to the kindness, brilliance and beauty that gene carries (no meanness—though a bit more pigmentation wouldn't be bad.)
As for the term "ginger," to me it conjures the deliciousness of the redhead. How about "kiss a ginger" day next year!
Sincerely,
Audrey Rabinowitz P'11
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