One of my ancestors was knighted by Henry VIII at his wedding to Anne Boleyn, apparently because the vinegar said ancestor brought was so good. I suspect Henry may have been drunk.
Can we maybe vote on the whole murdering people issue?
Wash ,'Serenity'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
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Connie Neil - Sep 09, 2009 8:42:10 pm PDT #22490 of 30000
brillig
Atropa - Sep 09, 2009 8:45:08 pm PDT #22491 of 30000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
If family legend is to be believed,
I love family legend. According to family legend on my dad's side, we're descended from Vlad the Impaler. Yes, I'm so goth I'm distantly related to Dracula. Wheee!
§ ita § - Sep 09, 2009 9:21:16 pm PDT #22492 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Family legend says we get to go up to at least the doors of the Clan MacFarlane with open arms to find our long lost kin. One day I want to do that, but I think this is the year, what with Homecoming Scotland 2009.
P.M. Marc - Sep 09, 2009 9:32:06 pm PDT #22493 of 30000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Family legend says the Gordon branch of Gram's mother's family was related to one George Gordon, which would mean that family can lay claim to a good poet alongside the one who wrote the Worst Poem in the English Language. And, of course Ava Lovelace.
Family tree/legend notes Hollinshed the Historian in there a ways back, too.
(Family Tree Research had me briefly thinking that I might be distantly related to Rik Mayall, but alas, we merely have a mutual 5th cousin through differing branches of said cousin's tree.)
Barb - Sep 10, 2009 3:06:23 am PDT #22494 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
I have my genealogy somewhere, but I don't think we're related to anyone special in particular. The family name/title/whatever does go back a good 450 years or so, and was bestowed by whichever king or nobleman was in charge in that part of Spain at the time.
hippocampus - Sep 10, 2009 3:21:52 am PDT #22495 of 30000
not your mom's socks.
::waits for sparky to post on the family legend thread and bites my tongue::
in other news: picspam from a little under five years ago. and first day of school, today. please send more tissues, i'm out.
eta: tags are good when they close.
Steph L. - Sep 10, 2009 3:41:00 am PDT #22496 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
My maternal grandfather's family is from County Cork, and family legend has it that there were McCarthys in Cork who were royalty...and McCarthys who were horse thieves.
We're pretty sure we ain't royalty.
smonster - Sep 10, 2009 3:54:40 am PDT #22497 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Family legend has it that we're related to President Polk. I'm unclear on the details.
WindSparrow - Sep 10, 2009 4:05:30 am PDT #22498 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
What a lovely young lady you've got there, Sox!
One of the guys I knew in college - didn't hang around with him a whole lot myself, but he did hang around with some of the same people - we called Tim the Prussian. He was purportedly a Hohenzollern prince, and as oldest son of a youngest son of a youngest son, etc. would have commanded a something about the size of a tree lawn if it weren't for that pesky Treaty of Versailles. He was a bit on the touchy-feely side - if you offered him a handshake, he'd pull you into a hug.
§ ita § - Sep 10, 2009 4:12:52 am PDT #22499 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I knew one of the Rhodes for who Rhodesia was named. He was an arrogant prick, and I couldn't be more happy they'd renamed the place Zimbabwe and disinvested the lineage. Damned shame about the Mugabe fuckeries.
Man, he was an asshole. Probably one of the people I liked the least during university.