Being a minority "redhead" (though faded, lately!) with tons of freckles and green eyes, I can relate, dianavan. I withstood a lot of teasing while growing up. Packing a fiddle case back and forth to school on the bus everyday made it even worse, but I still love my red hair, green eyes, fiddle, and even my freckles. My mom had black hair and the rest of my family hard darker, more brown hair, so I was the odd man out. My mom would tan so darkly in the summer folks thought she was Mexican; we were always told it was because she was "black Irish."