My family is Scottish, English, German, a smidge of Huguenot, a bunch of stuff I don't know since one great grandmother never talked about her first husband (grandfather's dad) and Comanche.
Because of my aunt's extensive research I know more aboutthe Comanche parts of the family than almost any other part.
Thanks, Brenda. I have her number and I'm happy to check in with her later. I just don't want to overwhelm her with phone calls or interrupt her sleep.
Just all kinds of ~ma on the way to vw's household. It's fucking bs that some very wonderful people get hit with so very much of the ick. And meanwhile, the evil overlords of the world have great health and fortune. Fucking bs.
Thanks, Brenda.
Vibes for vw.
Aimee, if you're going with that story, you should at least be wearing orange.
I'm glad we've got a b.org check-in team for those who need it. Thanks for the update, Brenda.
Ancestory. My sister and I got my dad the genome kit from National Geographic for Christmas. [link] I just checked out his results today. Dad's Y-chromosomal ancestors make this huge backwards facing "C" on the way out of Africa, going through the Middle East, India, over the Himalayas, through the Eastern Russian steppes, and on into Finland. Which, at least on that part of the family tree, makes me really, really non-Irish.
But I still look good in green.
Anyway, my background is Finnish (with possibly some Saami and Russian in there), English, Dutch, French, and German.
Thanks for the update, brenda. Could you email me her number?
Aimee, if you're going with that story, you should at least be wearing orange.
My panties are orange. WANNA SEE??!?
Besides, Orangemen's Day is July.
My panties are orange. WANNA SEE??!?
YES!! But only if they have ruffles.
I'm an Irish Protestant. I don't do St. Patrick's Day.
Scottish Presbyterian. Got our own culture, thanks. Strangely, people don't try to pinch me.
~ma to vw.
German, Dutch, English, Scots-Irish, and Creek (Native American), here.
There's more German than my mother thought, though. There's German on my father's side, and we knew about that. But Mom thought she was only Dutch and English. A little research online showed that one branch of her forebears were actually from one of those bits of Germany, that depending on who won the latest war, might sometimes have to teach school in French (as opposed to those bits of France where they sometimes teach school in German, depending on who won the latest war).
My panties are orange. WANNA SEE??!?
YES!!!!!!
Ruffles or no, I'm good either way.