My parents met in grad school - they were both students. They had to get married in a friend's back yard (Boston, 1950's). They also had to move out West because of racial issues. Funny town, Boston. When my friend started college at Harvard in 1980, she tried to split a cab from Logan to go to the college. She found a guy who was going there also but the cab drivers would not take them together as a couple - he was black, she was not. 1980!
College (as many of you echoed). Dad was a student coming here to study in the late 1950's (from a family of academics), and mom was a German-American (they all pretty much married other Germans up until her).
I remember being a child during the Vietnam War, and getting a lot of undue attention over that (everyone assumed that you were an orphan or the child of a GI).
I was a child during the Vietnam war as well, but I lived near a military base (even my family had no connection at all to the military). Most of the Eurasians I saw were those with white military fathers. Really couldn't relate that much to them.