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.

My maternal grandfather was a decendant of Calvin Coolidge. And, apparently I qualify for DAR through my maternal grandmother's side of the family - the Heiby's.

Yeah, we won't discuss that I'm also half Iranian. I'm sure they would love that.

Not me. While all y'all were conquering America and throwing off the shackles of British oppression, my people were horse thieves in County Cork.

My sistah! Actually, no idea if they were horse thieves, but since great-grandpa joined the Irish mob over here, the tendency is clearly present. And though there's Donovans every where, the O'Donovans are concentrated in Cork.