I'm Italian, Cherokee, African American, British, a little French, and 1/4 Jewish, and a partridge in a pear tree

CP

I'm 1/2 Jewish (1/8 Ashkenazi Lithuania, 1/8 Ashkenazi Austria, 1/8 Ashkenazi Belarus, 1/8 Sephardic French) 1/4 Scottish, 1/16 Algonquin and 3/16 German.

Irish, scottish, welsh, german, french, british. Thats all I know of. To put them in percents I would say the main concentraitions are british, german and french.

how do you spell it, whelsh or welsh?

Half Norwegian, half Comanche. In debate, my Comanche side predominates.

Primarily Swedish and English.

I am primarily northern european. I have (in no paticular order) scottish, english, french, irish, teutonic, (scandinavian/germanic) and sault ste. marie ojibwe (chippewa, not sure which tribal group) I don't know what predominates, but think I am mostly scottish. I'm related to the kelso's (all of whom are related, through marriage, to robert the bruce, first king of indpendent scotland) and I had relatives on the mayflower. one of my great grandfather was responsible for reintroducing elk into the Idaho Springs (half hour west of denver on I-70) area. and one of my great grandfathers (may be tha same one as above) owned a gold mine (dixie gold mine) that produced gold that is in the denver museum and was at one time part of the gold on our (colorado) capital building dome.

Scottish from Clan McDonald, a bit of Dutch, a bit of German, a bit of French, and a smidgen of Calapooia Indian.

Dontreadonme, My ancestors were allies of the Clan Campbell of Argyle, and we doubtless had a hand in helping them treacherously massacre most of Clan McDonald at Glencoe. On their behalf (and quite belatedly), I apologize. On a more positive note, there were also American Quakers on my dad's side.

I am also predominantly German (actually somewhere east of the present Germany back in the 1800's) and English. Miles Coverdale was an English ancestor who printed Bibles in the 1700's (?).

Surely there were other groups involved in my inevitable existence, like the Vikings. But I have had no research done. This is enough information to justify the fact that I'm a pale person with freckles, light brown (or still dark blonde?) hair and green eyes, and with a metabolism better suited to sustain me through an Ice Age!

I am amazed at how precisely some of the posters here describe their backgrounds Did they research it for themselves, have a parent in the know, and/or did they utilize genealogy services?

Irish, English, Welsh...so about as pale as one can get (I burn soooo easily).



On my dad's side I am 3rd gen. (in america) irish on the other I'm not sure. My mom's mom grew up in an orphanage. Her dad was the son of poor southern farmers. They were of english and welsh decent.

I am related to president monroe, wild bill hickock, and some american outlaw (I can't remember which one right off hand) My mom did some family tree stuff a few years back.

PE, Not to worry all is forgiven

I am my family's genealologist.

My mother's father was born in Scotland, her mother in Germany. Mother was born, I believe, in Flint, MI as was I. Her mother died of Tuberculosis when she was just 12.

Dad always told me that his mother could hear Big Ben chiming when he was born in London, England. From there, his story got interesting. "The way our last name is spelled," he would tell me, "is restricted by British Law to the illegitimate sons of the Kings of England and their lineal descendants. Had my parents stayed in England, we would all be entitled to free college educations." (Sure dad... Grain of salt time.) His father however, went to seminary and became a Baptist minister. A century ago, being of royal descent and not belonging to the Church of England, he was told, was treason. Find your family, and get on the next boat out of England was his barrister's advice. Thus my grandfather became a circuit riding minister and piano tuner that lived in 10 of Canada's provinces. He would build a house, start a few churches, sell the house and move on.

At the age of 12, Dad was an apprentice saddle-maker. "I thought it was a job with a real future, because people would always need to ride horses." He was shooting at bottles for target practice one Sunday, when a fragment of glass hit the local lawman's daughter in the temple. The doctor was uncertain if she would live until morning. "If she's dead by morning," my grandfather overheard, "the hangman is coming through on Wednesday and the judge on Thursday. We'll just have to explain it to the judge when he gets here on Thursday, because there'll be no need for him to live until he goes to trial." "Go to the United States." grandpa told my father. "Don't wait until morning." The guard at the border told Dad that Canada at the time had over 900 capital offenses, the United States a handful. He went to work later that day for P.T. Barnum, selling pink lemonade (Fill a tub with water, slice a lemon into fifty slices and float them on top, add a block of ice, and stir with a roll of red crepe paper until it turns pink. Remove the crepe paper.) and "Tickets to see the World's Largest Egress on your way out." He learned a side show act where he would "grow before your very eyes from 4'8" to 6'4"," an act he would perform on request the rest of his life.

He sold "Hand written Thank You notes" through the mail. Checks payable to Cave at Emptor enterprises were endorsed "Thank You" and cashed. He was taken to court once on that one, and a judge literally laughed it out of court.

He would hitchhike to work, composing a poem about the person who gave him a ride and he would call up the radio station to read the poem. He was working a ten hour day, at 10 cents an hour; and the radio station paid him $1 for every poem that he read on the air.

He "developed a talent for getting fired," as he would explain it to me. He slept through his first fire as a fireman. He came up bleeding from the ears and nose the first time he tried working as a diver. As an apprentice carpenter, he was sent for a round square, and bent the journeyman's framing square around a nearby utility pole.

He nearly drowned three times; once in Canada as a young boy, once in Washington State, and once in Michigan. As the same stranger rescued him all three times, he decided to take a few days off and teach my father to swim.

About fifty years after he left Canada, the girl who had been hit by the flying glass, causing him to leave Canada walked into his office looking for a job. He asked her how long it had taken her to recover. She had no memory of the incident, and no one had ever explained the scar to her.

And then there was the man I met at my older brother's wedding. He was the president of a local college. He said, "I never noticed before how your last name was spelled. I used to be a dean at Oxford. Did you know that by English Law..." So I heard once more, that indeed, I really am entitled to all the privileges of being a royal bastard.

So a decade later, I was filling out a job application to be a foreman. The last question was "Do you have any special qualifications for this job?" I explained why I was already considered to be a royal bastard. The interviewer hadn't looked at the application ahead of time. He read my last response. "I had given you 99 of a necessary 100 points. Someone else might have laughed at that, and given you an extra point. I'm not in that mood today. That response cost you 99 points today."

Ok - you folks are all wrong. Your nationality is American (for those of us who have posted so far). You meant to ask what nationalities are our ancestors, right, Pat?

Sorry, can't resist. I rarely get to be a smart aleck outside of the chatroom.

My ancestors all came from Italy on my mom's side. My dad's side is harder to trace because we've been in the States so long. We can go back as far as the Civil War but then it gets fuzzy. My grandmother claims a mix of English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh & French, but I have no actual verification of that.

So, American for me

I am of Dutch (1/8), French (1/8), German (1/8), Irish (3/8), Mohawk (1/8), Scots (1/16), and Welsh (1/16) descent. So the closest I come to any clear ancestry would be half Celt, I suppose. I hate using "American" as my nationality, though - we should have something more accurate. United Statesian??

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Depends on whether you're from Wales or are a whale. (That would be Welsh.)

German, Egyptian and Black American.

I feel more comfortable in Egypt or Germany, but I am very proud of being American, however, I not really into American Culture, whatever that is. Most of my friends are not from the US. I feel most Americans like to put people in a box. Here celebrating two Nationalities seems almost looked down upon. You have to be one or the other in the States. Either you are black or white or Muslim, Jew or Catholic. I listen to Egyptian music, just as much as I listen to German music and Rock, Classical, Opera and Rap.


I get asked my nationality at least twice a month by strangers in the States. I proceed to tell them and break it down. They all ask, Hmmm.. Egyptian and German, WOW that is strange. What is so strange about it. I know at least three people, who are Egyptian and German; and Egyptian, Black American and German.

People mix outside of the States. Germans seem to love the dark skin and light eyes of the Egyptians, along with Black Americans. I speak German and most people ask me if my parents were in the service because my skin color is dark. They think, how else could a non-white skin person speak German. How dumb can some people be? Nope, my parents were never in the service. Not all American limited themselves to traveling only to Floria, California, Mexico, France, Canada, Hawaii or Bahamas.

My grandmother on my dad's side (as well as my grandfather) have done much research on our genealogy. My mothers parents have done some research as well. I KNOW I am scottish (Kelso) english (Janes, my name) french (my moms parents are fraser's) and about 1/16 ojibwe (my mom's dad is a qaurter) my tuetonic ancestory is probably from when the scandinavians decided to go a viking in england (including scotland) in the 10 hundreds and my Irish lines I am not sure where they came from.

my ties to robert the bruce I'm not 100% on, but I have heard from my grandma janes (dad's side) that we may be related to him and found some info at a site entitled Kelsos in Scotland here is the relevant info:



like I said, I'm not sure how accurate that is, but I have been unable to find anything that disputes it. (and I have looked)

I am also not 100% sure about the mayflower ancestor, and got that from (again) my grandma janes.

I know for sure about the elk and gold mine though (my grandpa janes, uncle jimmy janes and aunt val (their sister) own the title to a prospect pit on the same vein of gold (as well as uranium, I think)

I have also heard (though I am not positive) one ancestor of mine was an admiral in america's early navy.

On my father's side, my earliest known ancestor to reach American shores arrived in the late 1600s, from Switzerland. For as far back as anyone can see, that side of the family has been Mennonite (and probably anabaptist before that). More specifically, there has been a tradition of Mennonite clergymen. Though my grandfather's family had stayed in Pennsylvania, many of their relations went west (in previous years) to Oregon in covered wagons.

My mother's maternal grandfather was a fascinating man. His father died when he was 14, and he dropped out of school to work the family farm (in Indiana). He made sure his brothers went through college. One of his brothers became a chemist, and worked on the Manhatten Project. Apparently whenever he traveled, he had guards to protect him (and probably keep an eye on him). After the bombs were exploded in Japan, he sent a letter to Demain (the farmer, my great-grandfather), expressing his regret at having been a part of the project. He went on to serve as the president of Carnegie Melon from 1950 to 1966 (John Warner). One of my grandfather Demain's sons (my great uncle, Phil Warner), was a Republican senator in Indiana for many years. My mother's paternal lineage was Mennonite.

The families of both my mother's parents, and both my father's parents, were here prior to the Revolutionary War. On my father's side, there are stories of abolitionists in the 19th century. My sister, who plays the viola in the Army strings, is the first person we know of (in my paternal lineage) to be a member of the armed services. It took my grandfather, who is an Old Testament Theologian and a Hebrew and Greek scholar, a while to come to terms with that. My father was married in the mid-sixties, and got his conscientious objector status - and he and my mother moved to India, where I was born. We moved to the US permanently in 1980, when I was 11. Oh, and my dad's brothers? They all burned their draft cards.

My ancestry includes Irish, Scots, German, Hungarian (Gypsies ), Lithuanian, and I'm sure many others. German/Hungarian are predominant and here in Europe, I apparently blend in very well because EVERYONE thinks my Army husband married a "local" (usually they think Dutch/German) until they hear me talk

My sister and I are 5th generation American (or should I say, 4th generation BORN in the U.S. - I never know which one is "correct") on both sides. My mother's family is from Ireland and Scotland and Germany and my father's is from Germany and Lithuania (though I don't have the full history here because my father has had no contact since I was 7 and my mother's memory since the recurrence of her brain tumor is not so clear). Maternal grandmother's family is from Scotland/Ireland and half of my relatives are still in Scotland/Ireland on that side (half of her grandparents' siblings came to the U.S. and half stayed in Ireland/Scotland). We've been "poor" for as far back as we can tell - Irish family members were sheep stealers . Maternal grandfather's family is from Germany for hte most part and the story I got is that they fled at some point to Lithuania (though I don't know why or when since they, as far as we know, weren't Jewish or aiding any Jews) and took on a Lithuanian name (then Americanized it when they came to the U.S.). I can't do much to verify this since I don't speak to my father and I don't know if his parents would fill me in if I asked.

I can say that both my mother's and father's surnames are extremely rare in the U.S. - my father's so rare that every single person known in this country with the last name is either related by blood or recent marriage (I believe there are only 7 living family members with the last name, my mother had ours changed after the divorce, my sister and I aren't included in the 7). I believe my mother's maiden name belongs to less than 20 living people in the U.S. (though I don't think all are related and probably closer to 10 than 20). My great-grandmother (who is still alive today at 96!) has an even more unique maiden name. I cannot find a single person in the U.S. with the last name today (living or in SSDI records)!

My husband's father's family can apparently trace their roots back to pre-slave trade days in the Ivory Coast! I have to find out exactly how they were able to dig up this info! Almost all of his mother's family has lived in the same area in Georgia since slave days - My husband's maternal grandparents' house and land had been passed down from many generations - it burned down in 1999 - they are still living in a very segregated part of Georgia where the white folks get paved roads and the black folks get dirt roads...well until people started complaining - so the county started taking land from the black homeowners (it's so segregated that the beginning of the street is owned all by white folks and the end of the street is owned all by black folks!) in order to made a huge (and utterly pointless) highway access road that NO ONE uses except the people living on the street - they got their paved roads alright - and had a good portion of their land taken away to do so - anyway, they are almost entirely Black (with the exception of obvious "miscegenation" between slave owners and black female slaves) but my husband's maternal grandmother is half Cherokee (I believe both parents were white/black and Cherokee, but I'm not 100% certain). My husband is related to Cab Calloway (fairly closely, as we understand it) on his father's side

Japanese and Swedish.

Swiss/ Italian. 50-50

My maiden name is Aebersold. My mother's is Gianotto.

Italian(Sicilian)

My Dads Mother was full blooded Cherokee and was raised on the reservations in Oklahoma. My Dad's Father was half Cherokee and English and French. My Mom's Mother was first generation German American. My mom's Father was English and Scot-Irish.

I am100% Italian. That makes my kids 50% Italian.Their dad is a heinz 57. German Swedish Irish Welsh. We are ameircans first but the best is Italian.

Texan

Mom - I have never been able to verify any of my German ancestry on dad's side. Only the British/Irish/French connections, and even those are vague.

French! With family coming from North county, Pas-de-Calais county and Champagne county. I also have distant ties through my ancestors with Belgium, Germany, Sardinia and Algeria (back when it was a French province).

I have considered getting American citizenship in the past (since I married one!), but it's not really appealling or useful to me at this point here in France. My wife, however, will get her dual nationality by next year.

Somehow I picture a very petit oriental girl that is extremely top heavy!

Nationality = British

Ancestry = Standard issue Anglo-Celt British mongrel from South Wales, so I think of myself as Welsh (in spirit, although I'm more English in cultural and linguistic senses). Both my parents and both sets of grandparents were born in and around Cardiff, as was I, although only my maternal grandfather was a native Welsh speaker**.

Farther back than that I'm not sure. I think my father's side of the family came in from England in the early and mid 19th century; from Kent on my paternal grandmother's side. My mother's mother's father was a Spanish immigrant who settled in Cardiff and married a local. His surnamed was somewhat unusual ("de Torres" as opposed to the more common "Torres") and my aunt has done a fair bit of research into the various scions of the de Torres clan that made it to the UK, but that's the only proper genealogical work I know of in my family.

**Side point, since so many of you have claimed Welsh ancestry. The origin of the word "Welsh" is the Anglo-Saxon for "Foreign". Though dimmed through over 1000 years of coexistance and colonialism, the original sense was much the same as using "Eskimo" for Inuit or "negro" for black. The Welsh call themselves Cymraeg and Wales Cymru.

The only lineage I can trace is on my father's side, his father, grandfather, etc.
I can trace the Wilsons all the way back to a James Wilson in the period during and after the civil war. James was the captain of the John S. Ide, a ship that was a transition from sails to steam, as it had both, and was a sidewheeler. The "Ide" was the ship that carried John Wilkes Booth's body back to Washington D.C.
I also have some Booth's in the same part of the family tree back then, but just one name, a daughter in law of James. James' father was Henry, but that is all I know about him, except it appears that both he and James were skippers of the Ide at different times. My family says it was James at the time of Booth's capture, historical documents say H. Wilson.
All the Wilson's were ships captains, until my father came along, he was a machinest.
The Wilson clan is from some portion of the British Isles, but exactly where I don't know. James Wilson is as far as I can trace things back.
My mother always said that we are English, Irish, Scot, and Dutch. I suspect the Irish was from her side, as she had red hair and a mean temper.

British (Beefeaters) , scottish, irish, swiss (Tell family, William is a family name, i have it), german, and a dash of blackfoot native.

i have revolutionary blood on both sides , irish, scottish, and Tell

I'm English, (maybe a little Irish and Scottish, not sure), Swiss (the French-speaking part of it, Italian (mosty from the North [big difference than the steriotypical Southerners] and from the South a bit [big difference from the not-so-well-known Northerners]) Austrian, Hungarian, French (by nationality, not by blood).

If only thats the way it worked! But I got all the dominant features, which means Im tall and thin but with darker skin hair and eyes. Most Americans dont think Im Asian (and I live in CO, so I am most commonly mistaken for Hispanic)..It really seems only other Asians see the Asian. :D

Primarily Danish and Welsh here.

I have traces of african, ute indian, irish, italian.

Geez, I know I'm American- that's about it. My mother was adopted, so I really don't know much about my heritage on the maternal side. On my father's side we have Greek, Irish, Cherokee and who knows what all.
I'm a mutt and proud of it.

That's funny because the same can be said for my daughter with respect to being seen as "black". She's a hint (and I mean a hint) darker than me but looks a lot like Daddy aside from complexion. Most people assume she's Spanish, Puerto Rican, or Italian because of her complexion and dark blondish ringlets. Usually the only people who don't know us and think she's black are other black people. I think every single black stranger every single place we've ever gone has commented on how beautiful she is (and that's a LOT of folks, LOL) and you just get the feeling that they *know* she's black (this is obviously when it's just my daughter and I - it'd be pretty obvious if my husband were there since she looks just like him).

Im 1/4 British and the rest American, Jewish, Puerto Rican and some other minor things

Err...
I just realized something verry disturbing...
I'm the only one so far I've seen who does not live in the United States.
Anyway, Im Japanese/Chinese, 3/4-1/4, and I got the Chinese from a survivor of Nanking.
Konban ha!
-Yukari

actually julian lives in great britain, Horyok is in france, and though he has not posted on this thread, alan wood is from australia. (there may be a few others)

and technically I think quarkhead is also not in the US as he is in the makah nation (which is the reservation of the makah indians) which is legally a sovereign nation.

Welcome, Rising Sun, you can post here--you don't have to be an American.

To add to unabomber's list of international posters, boulou38 is in France, moif is in Denmark, Thomas is in England and JonBon is in Wales. We welcome diversity.

I was aware I could post here.
But, it's nice to know there's people from the EU/Canada on the board.

Likewise! I can say I'm very much enjoying the fact that we're able to share so many aspects of our opinions, wherever we're coming from!

(I would love to post in French, but that wouldn't be popular I'm afraid)

Nationality is given far too much significance.

Tragic Clown - this is the Casual Conversation forum. It's kind of supposed to be fun in here - a little reprieve from the serious debates.

hello hello...

I am french-canadian, with a touch of dutch.

Salut Valley!

Eh, I spoiled the mood?

Nah. Not at all. Just letting you know

Blood lines are about equal French, German, Norwegian and Swedish. Cultural line is Northern Minnesotam where all the children are below average, and you better not forget that hey.

Hehehe, nationality is USian and adopted Coloradan.

Rumor has it that the French side is French/Canadian with some sort of Native American in there somewhere. Nobody ever talked much about that.

Hope we get more posters from all over the world here. That's what's adding spice!

I'm half Italian and half white girl. ( I believe a mix of Irish and Dutch, I've been doing a geneology search but that side of my family has been in America so long I still can't tell where they started.) On the Italian side I'm only 2nd generation)

What nationality are you?



I'm American.

my roots stem from Norway, Sweden, Ireland and Prussia (modern-day Germany)

Both of my parents came to Australia from Italy. My mother came from Le Marche, a region in the centre named after the currency once used by the Germans who originally inhabited it. My father comes from Sicily. I don't really associate with Australians or Italians. Possibly because neither culture quite appealed to me. I speak broken Italian and accentless English.