Friday, March 18, 2016

I'm a Mutt

With yesterday being St. Patrick's Day, I was doing a little revisiting of the old ancestry files.  Yeah, I don't know if I ever mentioned here that I'm a bit of a genealogy buff - when I can afford the time and/or the money to do research, that is.

Turns out, I'm a very minuscule portion Irish. Mostly, I'm German.  Prussian, to be exact.  The Irish in me is so small and so far back that it's almost pointless to say I have any.  I have 4 Irish ancestors who immigrated to the New World.  One on Dad's side, three on Mom's.  And all of them were born in either the middle of the 1600s or the 1700s.  A wee bit of the Irish runs in my veins.

Realistically, I'm a mutt. 

German/Prussian, Polish, Canadian, English, Scottish, Irish, Welsh, and one tiny bit American Indian in the way way way back. 

Once they got here, they landed at different points on the east side of the country - NY, VA, MD, MA, KY... All coming together at some point in the 20th century in Michigan to make me.  Tada!

Basically, I'm a Michigander at heart, a mutt by birth, and an American by choice. 

What are you?