Now I Know


Now I know...
Not that there were any big surprises.
Everyone is doing it--spitting in a tube and mailing it off to discover what we're made of. Trust me, spitting in the tube is easier said than done.
My husband keeps asking, "Why do you care?"
Uff-da. "Unlike you, we haven't all been so lucky to grow up with a strong connection to our heritage."
I'd like to know more about my ethnicity, and convince my sister that we're indeed part Irish. Indeed, if only 16%. Rumor has it we came to America on the wings of an Irish horse thief. It hasn't yet been disproven.
For years my brother-in-law's family touted that their grandmother was 1/8 Cherokee. When he did his search there were no Cherokees--none, nada.
Family legends!
I was surprised to learn sibling results can vary significantly--even when it isn't due to the mailman... My sister is the one who delves into genealogy. I trust her to sort it out and let me know whether our family tree branches in the right places.
My ancestry results came in yesterday, and there was nothing I didn't anticipate. My ethnicity is primarily Great Britain, Ireland/Scotland/Wales, with a smidgen of this, and a smidgen of that. I was hoping for more from Italy, Greece, or France.
C'est la vie.
So, it's "Top o' the mornin' to ya!" The Urban Dictionary defines this greeting as "Irish slang for 'good morning.' Usually spoken as the speaker opens a bottle of Killian'."
A MORNING greeting with Killian? Why am I not surprised?
Sláinte!
~ LowTide explorer, Carolyn Fjeran


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