~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.
Here. Ruffles on the ass.
shows panties
Ruffles or no, I'm good either way.
I'm not shocked to know this about you.
(Oh, you mean wrt to Aimee's undies. I getcha now.)
I wear green more often than not anyway. But if folks try to pinch me for not wearing it on 3/17 I get to pinch them for not wearing light blue on December 6.
Yargh. I hope VW's okay, and Brenda, thank you so much for checking in on her.
Sigh. I can't even start trying to track down my grandfather's stinking birth certificate for another year and a half, due to privacy laws.
I wonder what the chances are that I could get my Dad to put in for a search with PEI vital statistics. (See also: Hell, snowball in.)
How the hell do you NOT know your grandparent's names? Or your aunt's?
How the hell do you NOT know your grandparent's names? Or your aunt's?
My father had a great-uncle who didn't know how many brothers and sisters he had. He came over on the boat with his parents from Ireland, and was always unclear on how many siblings had been left behind and who survived and who did not.
My paternal grandfather didn't even know how to spell his own last name and when he ended up misspelling it when he went to school. My great grandmother divorced his father, remarried and never spoke of the man again.
My great grandmother divorced his father, remarried and never spoke of the man again.
My great great grandmother did that.