They called her Cissy. Her real name was Cecilia but she ended up with being called Cissy because as a child she was so naturally happy and a joy to be around. She loved to laugh and her mom would say oh Cecilia you are so silly and as a two year old she would go ce ce ce silly. So her mom instead of calling her Silly which she wanted to called her Cissy. Mom was tempted to call her Silly but she kept having nightmares of people hearing her call Cecelia silly and thinking she was retarded so she settled on Cissy.
Cissy was not just a joy to be around. Her whole name was Cecelia Cherie (because she was conceived in Paris) X . Mom like Malcom X not because of Malcolm X changed her name and convinced her future husband to change his last name to X. So all of their birth certificates said X, the marriage license said X and any other document saying otherwise had a big X over it. Everyone’s Drivers license had the last name of X. Mom’s reasoning was I’ve done the research into slavery and when you look at the records black people are listed like animals, the slave record states they are slaves and lists first names only. Therefore since I list black on my vital records our last name is X. Never mind that the last thing anyone would call anybody in their family was black. They were viewed as some off form of Latin American which they were not.
It’s important to note that mom was color struck. Just like her grandmother she was color struck. Mom witnessed her grandmother being berated by a friend saying you are so color struck. It’s true Mom’s Granny’s husband was a black man that looked white. Mom’s husband did not look white but as she’d like to say he was Gold and her nick name for him was Goldie. Mom would always reiterate that in a restaurant Goldie walked up to her and asked for her number. She said of course she gave up her number because he was 6 feet 2 looked 180 and a law student at a very prestigious college but as she tells it she could have cared less about his credentials. You did not have to have an education for mom just be educated and able to carry on an intellectual conversation to impress her. In any event just like her mom she liked tall men her dad was six foot two but brown. Mom would always say who ever said if you’re brown stick around did not know my dad, but he was good for child support and Alimony.
Mom would embarrassingly tell anyone that up to dad she preferred men of her exact color that carried the patina of black and native American but as she lay in bed with him the second night they met his skin glistening gold and her satiated by the blessing between his legs her kind immediately became that man 6’2 180 and Gold…….. She never looked back. Truthfully dad was interracial. It was not mentioned because their last name was X. It was also not mentioned because it did not fit the narrative of their life bla bla blacks who made it. They loved their white grandmother but Cissy did not know she was white until she was going through boxes in her grandmother’s house and saw a birth certificate. She never mentioned it just made note that the whole damn family was cracrazy. Everyone was walking around a hybrid of something acting radically black and her dad’s mother was not even black but white and the strange thing about that was her dad’s mom looked like her mom’s mom who was definitely black.
Mom told Dad numerous times prior to their marriage I’m going to trap you and marry you. She said he would laugh and say go ahead. When Dad graduated from Law School and got his first job, a big money job mom and dad took a vacation to Paris and mom stopped using birth control. Cissy was conceived and mom and dad walked down the aisle pregnant. Mom made the decision to get married and they did. The conversation between the two was she said, I’m pregnant. He said when do you want to get married? They were married after the waiting period for the license which was two days. Nine months later there was the fun, brilliant and beautiful Cissy. West Coast Bay Area Cissy all the way.