The Obese Man Bleeds on the Campus of Ireland

Some random stuff that’s been happening lately.  The title was just an attempt to pull together in a single sentence the three themes below. * * * Last week, I was out and about and quite hungry, so I went to wonderful Asian Buffet place in Lynnwood for lunch.  This place is AWESOME and not […]

A Personal Cultural Reflection

Given the tremendous influx of European immigration to the United States in the latter decades of the 19th Century and early decades of the 20th, like many Americans, I can trace my ancestry back 5 or 6 generations, but there it pretty much stops. From there back, my heritage essentially becomes countries of origin; names of people replaced by nations. I know my ancestors came from Germany, Poland and Ireland and a small handful of other nations, but when I try to use genealogy to answer Stuart’s question of “Who Am I?”, what insight could examining this diffusion of nationalities, each somewhat different from one another, possibly offer me? If I want to understand my own personal culture, my heritage shaped by the cultures and circumstances of my ancestors, if I am 9/16th’s German, 5/16th’s Polish and 1/16th Irish, does that mean my individual heritage is influenced along those same proportions? Am I going to need a calculator to figure out who I am and where I come from? Such is the challenge facing a Diffused American.