Mel’s discussion of her Latvian roots got me to thinking—where does everyone’s family hail from?
Unless you’re from a native tribe, all Americans came from somewhere else (I’d be interested in hearing the ancestral background of you furriners, too).
My maternal family emigrated from Russia and Transylvania about 100 years ago. My paternal side came from southern Russia around 1910 (my grandfather was in on the Revolution but got out while the getting was still good).
Wow—I am impressed at how many native tribal descendents we have here!
My maternal grandmother used to tell me all these stories about her childhood in Odessa, but her stories got better and better with each telling . . . Cossacks riding through the estate with their shiny boots, while Grandma hid in the stove. I swear she once had Czar Nicholas himself brandishing a saber at her.
I’m not calling anybody a liar, but I’ve noticed over the years that about 90% of the white folks you talk to say they have some American Indian blood in them (around here it’s Cherokee). Could the true figure be that high? Or is it a case of Popular American Family Myth?
Many people in the early part of this century accounted for the “splash of color” in their family tree to a Native American influence. A Black ancestor wasn’t something a person wanted to tell their grandkids about back then. The myth becomes fact as far as later generations are concerned.