Did you ever have one of those days when you just don’t feel like yourself? Just kinda “off”? Today was a day like that for me.
It all started with a Christmas gift from my daughter, The Queen of English. She does a lot of genealogy for our family and has been looking for our roots to be attached to Kings, Queens, Presidents, Founding Fathers, heroes and other top-of-the-line ancestors. Bossman’s side of the family have been the primary over-achievers with relatives being involved in the Salem witch hunt and representing the witches instead of the torch holders. Others fought in the Civil War, more were Sultans or something boring like that. Family lore told a story about being related to the Queen of Luxembourg. It’s hard to follow an act like that one and my side of the family didn’t try.
I have close family who were raised in Germany, with a great-uncle whose claim-to-fame was working on the Hydrogen Bomb. Sorta a shaky bright spot. Both my parents were born from fathers who were either a milkman or a mailman. I believe they liked to be moving at all times and also enjoyed taking care of and yakking up people. German and Irish is what we all wore proudly, with the exception of when I was a kid in the 50’s and early 60’s when other kids called me a Nazi. That was not nice. I was not a Nazi. It was the era when we hid under desks and buried our heads in hallways for Bomb Shelter drills. I was no Nazi.
The Irish side, I wore proudly. Always wore green, because that was the color of my eyes. “Loud mouth Irishman!” is what my German grandmother called my Irish grandfather whom she was married to. HA!
My ancestors were bartenders, tavern owners and cooks. I was pretty happy about that because I love the idea of all those jobs. The brightest spot was my mother’s German-born, great grandfather who started Doring’s Military Marching Band. They were “tooters” in the Civil War and played at four presidential inaugurations: Lincoln, Grant, Garfield and Cleveland. My side of the family was suddenly looking pretty good. All those Germans and Irishmen were making me proud.
Today the Christmas gift from daughter came back from Ancestry.com. My DNA test. Let me just share with you, you may not be who you think you are. Just sayin’…
Those scoundrel Scandinavians infiltrated central and southern Europe along with the British Isles centuries ago. I’m carrying all the pillaging and battling they did centuries ago! What’s very interesting, as well, is the fact that I have 9% of me that nobody can figure out. The vote from my daughter and husband is that 9% is definitely Alien. Well, I must go and phone home now and then figure out how to act more Scandinavian. Pickled herring, anyone?