My father's a clergyman, and he was in the mission field for a certain amount of time in British Honduras, which is now Belize.
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My grandfather, on my father's side, helped to draft one of the first constitutions of China. He was a fairly well-known scholar.
I taught in Belize for a year, and before I left, my parents were birddogging me to get health care coverage. So what I did was, I reenrolled in college, and then got coverage through my college.
Right, well I am, I was a career diplomat for 37 years from 1960 until 1997 during the early 1980s from 1981 to 1985 I was the United States Ambassador to Honduras.
My grandfather was a Pentecostal preacher.
My father was a doctor in Moravia, in the south of the country. There were a number of Jewish doctors in the hospital there, and at a certain point - almost too late, really, but in time - they were all sent overseas by their employer.
A person employed in direct missionary work among the natives, especially if his employ is somewhat itinerant, can easily make long and interesting journals.
My father was a stone mason, and a talented amateur pianist and vocalist.
My father was a professor of political science and also a young politician fighting for democracy in Kenya, and when things got ugly, he went into political exile in Mexico.
My father was an interpreter for all the Latin American pilots at the naval base. He was very well educated. My mother was a hairdresser who sang every day.
My parents were missionaries - I was born in the States but I grew up in Brazil.