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Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: Madison, WI from June 20-22 2008! Official website.
I'm not sure if I'm conflating Joe's ancestoral story with that of Sidney Biddle Barrows' (The Mayflower Madam)
I went to college with Wing Biddle from that Main Line Philly family, btw. Real nice guy and a good swimmer.
my people were horse thieves in County Cork.
I've got some horse thieves and bank robbers in my family in the Wild West days. Also my cousin Gary was in the Hell's Angels. (Now he owns a used car lot and is doing very well, thank you.)
The Buffistas are all related.
We have more Czech peasants? That's the only bit of my ancestry I can trace.
IOfreakyrelationsN, the Boy Who Might Be My Boy (If We Ever Manage To Be Sober At The Same Time) (BWMBMB (IWEMTBSATST) for short), is probably distantly related to my ex. Another one of those far-removed Scottish cousin things.
My Irish great-great grandparents came in illegally via Canada. On the other side of the family, my great-great grandmother was shipwrecked - twice - on the way over from Germany (this is the one who has the line in her diary that reads "All of my best children are dead.")
We have more Czech peasants? That's the only bit of my ancestry I can trace.
Slovanian, actually. Is that close enough?
Slovanian, actually. Is that close enough?
Middle Europeans unite!
I'm also Swedish! Does that get me anywhere?
I'm sticking with the theory that I'm Chilean/Samoan.
"All of my best children are dead."
Wow, that is such a goth and/or folk lyric in search of a song.
I'm mostly Polish/Jewish, though my grandmother was a German Jew. (She claimed her husband's family was Austrian, but he was actually the first generation born in Vienna -- his parents were from Poland.) As far as I know, the only American wars that people in my family served in were WWII and Korea. (My grandmother was an army nurse during WWII, with the Harvard Medical Corps. She was in the first medical team at Normandy after D-Day.)
My (seven times) great grandfather was a loyalist and ran off to Canada when the Revolution began. My family's been border hopping back and forth, every couple of generations since then. It might be my turn to head north.