posted on May, 11 2010 @ 02:37 PM
I grew up thinking I was mostly Scottish until we all discovered that my grandmother (rest her soul) was actually French, and had been shipped to
distant relatives (by marriage) in Scotland when she was a tiny baby. Her old man didn't need girls on that farm in France, and kept the boys for
labor. She never knew, and no one did until her original birth certificate was discovered in the lining when the family was rehabbing her steamer
That answered a lot of questions. Especially about the long narrow bones and the sun-friendly skin. Other than that, there's the whole of the
British Isles jammed in there (except for the Scottish blood, of course). All in all I look like someone who should've done a lot better in the
white man's world than I have. I got no excuses.