July 25, 2011
TSL 4324, Summer B 2011
The Melting Pot, The Land of the Free, Home of the Brave. Over the course of
history, there have been many references to the United States of America. A child is
born roughly every 7 seconds into the United States, each of them different. This di-
versity clause is what defines the uniqueness to the USA, and also contributes to the
challenges of defining what it means to be an American. I was born and raised in the
confines of Tampa, Florida, and in order to define what it means for me to be American
and my heritage, I will need to go back to the beginning.
I was born on an early morning of July 13, 1989. I was 18 days early, but com-
pletely ready to be brought into the world, since I was the second daughter of my family.
My family as a whole is relatively small when placed into the big picture, but the di-
versity and worldly influences genetically passed on in my family reaches to all corners
of the globe.
My mother’s name is Wendy Swanhart, formally Wendy Wadsworth. She was
born December 30, 1952 in Orlando, Florida, raised in the roots of suburbia with her
younger brother Charlie. Her mother, Myrtle Halverson, was born in Sudbury, Canada.
She grew up with a large family of 5 sisters, one of whom, Marg, just recently celebrated
her 103rd birthday! She worked in a dentist office Her father, Charles Wadsworth, was
born in Canton, Georgia with two brothers. He was a journalist for the Orlando Sentinel
newspaper for 45 years, and was a navigator on a bomber plane in World War II. He