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Chicklet

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Someone asked me if I was Scottish the other day. Blank look alert. I'm a redhead, does that mean I have to be Irish or Scottish? I told him that I'm an American Mutt - I've got some of everything.

What're your roots, if you know them?
 
1/4 Czech

75% - Irish, English & Native American


Strangely, the smallest part of my ancestry is Cherokee and Powhatan, but I know far more about it than about my Czech roots. My paternal grandmother was first gen American Yankee but she married a man from an old Southern family and consequently never told us much about her own roots. She was too busy trying to fit into small-town southern gentry.

-B
 
who knows I'm a mutt too
though I know i'm west indian and black and parisian there's probably more and I don't know the precents
 
I'm Portuguese and so is all my family, as far as anyone knows, which means my 1000+ year-old ancestry is Celtiberian, Roman, Visigothic, Arabian, maybe a bit Gallic. My mother was born in Africa, but there's no blood heritage that I am aware of.
 
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100% City of London English for the last 670 odd years but married to a part Polish/part Russian mainly Yorkshirewoman.

But how do I know that I'm 100% pure? Without asking all the dead generations (and getting them to tell the truth if they know it) I don't know except from my blood group which seems to fit with the reputed origin from the Belgian tribe the Eburones who gave Julius Caesar's legions a bloody nose and then had to run like h**l to England when Caesar arrived in person.

I'm not digging up my dead ancestors to give them DNA tests so I assume that I am just as much of a mongrel mutt as most people are.

Og
 
As far back as can be determined: Swiss, Austrian, Dutch, English, and American. :confused:

Recently: Five generations of Canadian on one side :) four generations on the other side.

I'm a mutt! :( But a Canadianized one. If you look closely, you'll find a big, red, Maple Leaf branded on my ass. :eek:
 
Spreading the genes

My ancestors got about a bit.

Some went to help start Vancouver, a whole extended family to New South Wales, some to Southern Africa (most of the formerly "pink" bits) and that is just in the nineteenth century.

In the eighteenth one daughter was the sole survivor of a shipwreck in Holland. She married a local landowner and gave him a dozen or so children (not sure how many because the records are mixed up between her children and her grandchildren many of whom had the same first name). Why she was on a ship no one knows.

In the twentieth more went to Australia, to the US mid-west and the rest just stayed based in the UK but travelled so far that who knows what they got up to. One relation took the 1930s equivalent of a year out and did casual work all over Hitler's Germany. One worked in Geneva and Lagos before settling down.

Whether they spread their genes or not I'm not going to ask.

Og
 
All Mexican as far back as we know, with one maternal great-grandfather an Aztec. No, we cannot trace him back to the Aztecs but he was Indio and his face matches those on one or another codex of the time.

My last name is Portugese though and we presume it was "given" by a conquistador.
 
Re: Spreading the genes

oggbashan said:
. . . One relation took the 1930s equivalent of a year out and did casual work all over Hitler's Germany. . .

Sounds like there might be a novel in that, "Ogg's Bond" maybe? :rolleyes:
 
perdita said:
My last name is Portugese though and we presume it was "given" by a conquistador.
The Portuguese were Descobridores. Conquistador is a Spanish thing. ;)

PS: I'm wondering if we share a name, though. Does it start with B or N? :D
 
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I am 1/4 Dorset, 1/4 Yorkshire, 1/4 Londoner and 1/4 Welsh (eek!)

I've traced back quite a lot of my ancestry. My maternal Grandfather's family were coalworkers and prior to that carpenters. My paternal Grandfather's family were wood-cutters (Hewitts.) My maternal Grandmother's family were farm labourers and my paternal Grandmother's family were tradesmen in London.
It's fascinating stuff, honest!

Lou
 
As far back as we've taken it, American. Last name is English as have most of the other names in my family. We've taken it back into the early 1700's but records are few and far between for poor dirt farmers. Many of the birth, death and marriage records were kept in family Bibles. I do know there is some American Indian, but it has only been recently that such information wasn't a matter of disgrace, at least where I was born, so I don't know any details.
 
AFAIK 100% English, from Saxon geneology.

Pedigree :D.

The Earl
 
My grandma always said we were a hienz 57...which is to say a little bit of almost everything. So far as I know it's German, English, Cherokee, and Irish, but there's one more that I just can't think of. I'm thinking it's Scottish but i'm not 100% sure.



Wicked:kiss:
 
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Quasimodem said:
Sounds like there might be a novel in that, "Ogg's Bond" maybe? :rolleyes:

More like a Stan Laurel. He hated the Nazis and took every opportunity to twist their tails. As an Englishman and a foreigner he could do things that a native German wouldn't dare.

His most notorious exploit was to write his own words (in German) to "Horst Wessel Lied" that were derogatory to Hitler, Goebbels, Goring etc. and sing them to his own guitar accompaniment. That would not have been too bad except that he sung the words in a Youth Hostel nearly full of Nazi SA brownshirts. He had to run for his life, losing his backpack and his guitar.

He was about as tall and heavy as MathGirl but he could also run.

Common sense? No, he never acquired that.

Og
 
Chicklet,

I once had an experience similar to yours while I was in NYC. An old gentleman I'd never met before was standing beside me. We were waiting for something, I forget what, and staring out a window. Suddenly he looked over and asked, "What are you?"

At first I thought it was some deep metaphysical question. Since I've never been able to answer any of those, I hemmed and hawed around. Finally he managed to get through to me that he wanted to know my country of origin, what went before my hyphen.

The only problem was, that didn't help. What the hell am I? Like Chicklet, I'm an American mutt; or as I call it, an un-hypenated American mutt. The ancestors with my family name were kicked out of Scotland, then Ireland. Let's face it, if those two garden spots don't want you, and Australia hasn't been located, about the only place left to go is the colonies. Of course, that didn't even begin to mention any late night shennanigans that may have occured on some limbs of the family tree or anything about my mother's side of the family.

The closest I get to a hyphen is, Scots-Irish white-trash. So I gave him the country of origin for the family name and said I was Scots. That seemed to satisfy him.

Maybe I should have said Choctaw, or "real" Irish, or maybe even English (how low can you go).

Rumple Foreskin
 
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When people ask what I am I make my eyes wide and innocent and reply "a woman of course". :D

"you?"
 
It's actually quite interesting to find out exactly what you are. I'm probably unique in the AH in the fact that all of my ancestors for the last 300 years came from the same country. They obviously knew better than to mingle with that foreign scum :D.

My second name is descended from the Latin-based amos, which translates as 'friend,' but I don't have a Roman appearance at all. Strange. The entymology of my name actually ends up as Rock Friend, which I think would be quite good as a porn star name.

The Earl
 
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