KEno From Malaysia, joined Feb 2004, 1842 posts, RR: 27
Reply 4, posted (10 years 6 months 9 hours ago) and read 2124 times:
I'm an ethnic Malay (not to be confused with 'Malaysian' which is a nationality rather than ethnicity). I also have Thai and Achenese (North Sumatra) blood in me. Quite boring really, can hardly compete with Copa Hmm I thought you are Lebanese?
Skyhawk From United States of America, joined May 2001, 1066 posts, RR: 3
Reply 21, posted (10 years 6 months 4 hours ago) and read 1984 times:
Me-Scot, English, Irish, Cherokee Indian. My son-Scot, English, Irish, Cherokee Indian, German Danish. My husband, German-Danish. His great great grandfather was a German sea captain that was lost in the Gulf of Mexico and a few years ago he met a man from Jamaica that has the same last name. He was curious as a distinctly German name would be unusual in Jamaica. The man told him that his great great grandfather was a German sea captain that was lost in the Gulf of Mexico. So what do you think the chances are of meeting a man with the same last name and same family history from two very different places?
DeltaMD11 From United States of America, joined Dec 2002, 1701 posts, RR: 32
Reply 22, posted (10 years 6 months 4 hours ago) and read 1979 times:
I'm German and English. Have a very Anglo surname, but the majority of my family are Pennsylvania Dutch (Germans) which immigrated here in the 1700's. We still have family ties to Germany though, distant relatives.
Too often we ... enjoy the comfort of opinion without the discomfort of thought. - John Fitzgerald Kennedy
SlamClick From United States of America, joined Nov 2003, 10062 posts, RR: 67
Reply 23, posted (10 years 6 months 3 hours ago) and read 1968 times:
Scots by culture, a couple of generations out of Tain and Invergordon. Also some English, Norwegian and maybe Irish.
Irish? My mother's father had flaming red hair, played the fiddle and sang tenor, including a number of songs his wife would not let him sing in front of the children. He earned his living with a horse-drawn freight wagon and drank a fair bit of his take-home pay. He was kicked to death by a horse, leaving a widow with two young children and without a penny, and if all that isn't Irish I don't know what!
My wife is of the French, Spanish, Irish, and Scots melting pot and even though she was from a different part of the country from my family, it turns out we are related no more than three generations back.
Happiness is not seeing another trite Ste. Maarten photo all week long.