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.

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.

None of my family have ever been famous for anything; sure, Mom's Dad's family came across the plains in a wagon in 1846 (and we still have the wagonbed), and one of Dad's Dad's ancestors was a body-servant of William the Conqueror's son William Rufus, and saved him (from a lion?) in the Black Forest.

Supposedly.

But meh. There are more Google hits for me pretending to be a vampire in silly clothing than any of my relatives.

family history is that dad's side of the family is descended from Lord Admiral Horatio Nelson (illegitimately) and that mom's grandmother was an "Indian Princess" brought back from somewhere in WVa. Somewhat dubious, since she then functioned as the household maid for several years before mom's grandfather dumped his infertile wife of 40 years in order to marry the newly knocked up "Indian Princess". Mmm hmmm. I am also supposedly a direct descendant of Job through mom and thereby eligible to join a somewhat creepy organization called "Job's Daughters".

My favorite bit of Mexican history is how Germany tried to convince Mexico to enter WWI on the Central Powers side. They promised Mexico they could have the territory they lost to the US back.

Anyway, somehow the message got intercepted, so it became one of the reasons the US entered the war on the Allied side.

The most famous member of our family is a cousin who is a member of the British Parliament. She was the first Black member of Parliament, and female to boot, so it made quite a ruckus. Go Diane.

Enough of a ruckus that spam is being sent out in her name, which is never good.

My Dad made the Who's Who in Jamaica, but that was more something to be teased about than anything else. My only claim to fame is being mentioned in his entry.

And I have a cousin who's #245 in the world in the women's tennis tour. Which is way further than I'd have put her, because she's so damned tiny. Go Megan.

in other news: picspam from a little under five years ago. and first day of school, today. please send more tissues, i'm out.

So seriously adorable.

I'm fairly certain we are not descendants of any royalty of any sort.

There's a family legend that we're very distantly related to the Hohenzollern emperors of Germany. Which makes a nice family legend but has no evidence to back it up.

I'm probably the best-known person I'm related to. Which gives you an idea how un-famous we are.

Family legend has my great-great-grandfather being a tailor to Maria Theresa. The timing is right and he was Czech, but I suspect the correct phrasing is either "a tailor in the court of Maria Theresa" or, more probably, "a tailor in the time of Maria Theresa." There's also a rumor about a French princess running off with a coachman. Yeah, right.

My only documented claims to fame are ancestors in Massachusetts by the 1640s; Revolutionary and War of 1812 soldiers; and the fact that my grandmother grew up with Eisenhower and is in his high school graduation photo. Her extremely flamboyant father bought cattle at the railhead in Abilene; wore white buckskins and rode white horses; and was supposedly a friend of Wild Bill Hickok.

Otherwise, I come from a long line of peasants.

::waits for sparky to post on the family legend thread and bites my tongue::

I happen to love the stories about the women in our paternal line beating those men with a mop handle who tried to get away with not paying her!

Iris looks like she's already figured school out. Whee!