Well, if you want to learn about someone, learning about their parents is a good way to do it. I was thinking of doing a parent-related poll myself (once I figure out how).
My mother's okay. She's an artist, interested in history, and usually quite nice if she's got a new project/house/relationship to work on, or when she's medicated. She wears make-up and handmade jewellery, is proud of being all hip and artsy and stuff. My one full sister takes after her. She yelled at us a lot when we were growing up, and she occasionally smashed things and threatened to abandon us. I think this bothered my sister, but I didn't mind. We mostly lived with out mother when our parents divorced when I was six. We were probably abused and neglected. I never let anybody hurt me, and went and hid and lived most of my childhood in my own world, and was happy. But my sister is very mixed up even now.
My father, according to my friends who've met him, is really weird. He's a skinny little man with a ponytail and glasses, always wears the same kinds of clothes - and can be really quiet, awkward, or innapropriate, unless he's doing his actor thing (he's a historical interpreter at Colonial Williamsburg, playing James Madison, among other characters). He has a genius IQ and studied music theory, and writes symphonies and stuff, sometimes on napkins. He also goes through obsessive phases. Ancient Egypt is one topic of interest in which our phases coincided for a few years, but he's also gone through "Punch and Judy" puppet shows, and PVC pipes. He made himself a PVC pipe flute in one of the fits of craftiness he has every now and then. He can play any instrument he picks up, and knows more songs than I do (a whole lot). I take after him (even in things like food preferences, which I didn't learn till I moved to his house a few years ago), and he's really easy to get along with.
Our conversations go like this:
Me: Hi, Daddy.
My father: Did I ever tell you about The Golden Bough/Sawney Bean/shape note singing?
Me: Yes.
My father: Well, I was at the research library last week, and I read a fascinating first-person account of this one blah blah blah...
When I told him I was gay, he told me he was a Jabberwock, and asked me to listen to his newest fugue. I'm not making this up. I kind of want to write a book with my father as a character, but I'm afraid he would just sound too unrealistic 