I had to double check the thread title. Thought you said I am a CAT!!
I had to double check the thread title. Thought you said I am a CAT!!
Scottish name, pommie mother, ancestors of all kinds (Scots, Ingrish, Oirish, French, Spanish omelette...)
Dunno where it allfits in/works, but I think I got all the bad genes piled up in me. Sort of a genetic tidal pool or summat.
At least the kids have less complicated ancestry (iffen they ignore my side). It's all Dutch on the other half.
Weirdos...
... and that's what I think.
Or summat.
Or maybe not...
Dunno really....![]()
I dunno 'bout that side, but I'd like to know. Mein papa died many moons ago, so that source of info has been cut off.
The other side is interesting. Grandfather was an artist, who specialised in department store window displays (painted backdrops and stuff) and copies of the works of the Masters. Some of the family made those stupid gowns and mortarboards for Oxford University, owned hotels, had shiploads of money that a crazy great aunt frittered away by spending several centuries in an Owlde Folx Home at 5000 pooonds/month. One of the Ancestral Types invented a machine for manufacturing steel dressmaking pins with heads on, but the pillock never thought to patent it. D'Oh!!
Another ancestor (this is where the French/Spanish omelette comes in) travelled across the English channel in a small boat during the Hugenots thing, but whether to escape persecution or punishment for criminal activity, no-one knows.
Yet other ancestral progenitors lived in Kilkenny in Oirlund. Maybe they invented the beer. I dunno.
Closer to the bone, my mother worked in the lab at Oxford University where Sir Howard Florey also worked, playing with mouldy things and singing songs whose lyrics were the latin names of moulds. As you do.
She didn't get a knighthood for that; she got the booby prize, and instead of marrying the dentist I'm named after, my father whisked her back to UnZud as a trophy bride to live in the newly-created metropolis of Murupara, which was exactly like Oxford except totally different, lacking things like culture, shops, paved roads, proper houses ...
I was originally Chinese when born, apparently, and only later on evolved, firstly into an Orstrylyan: we lived in Canberra for a while, so my father could attend the Martian Embassy there and earn another degree to add to his collection (just to spite the high school teacher who told him he'd never pass school cert, and if by some fluke he did, to give up as he'd never get any further). Also, it gave my youngest sister a chance to be born as an Ozzie, thus not having to be Chinese first like me.
Later on, I evolved into a NooZilunder, before devolving to become the mutated mess I am now.
... and that's what I think.
Or summat.
Or maybe not...
Dunno really....![]()
Last night I started this thread in an attempt to vent my frustration. Hence it being placed in Rant and Rave.
Just reading all the replies just goes to show how great history is.
My family history goes back 1400 years that we know of.
It boggles me to think of all those lives, all those stories that I dont really know and would love to.
I'm inordinately proud of who I am, of what I am and of where I came from.
I am very very tired of being put down for the very things I am proud of.
I am I.
I am the current result of a long line of ancestors who have experienced their lives in ways that I cannot really fathom.
I am proud of their achievements (me), I am proud that we have lasted so long.
All of you have your pride as well. We all come from somewhere. We all have our own histories.
You dont know how much it has cheered me up just reading these posts.
Enough now or I may get a good name on this board and that cant happen.
MERDE.
"When you think of it,
Lifes a bowl of ....MERDE"
My father's grandmother was a Macdonald from the Isle of Skye, apparently related to Flora Macdonald who helped Bonnie Prince Charlie escape from the British forces in 1746. We don't have the full history on the maternal side of the family, but we do on the paternal side.
A distant relative wrote a book on the family and traced it back to the fifth century BC. According to legend (will hunt out the book when I have time) one of our ancestors married someone from King Arthur's court. It's quite fascinating but I'm glad they changed the spelling of our surname over the years, I think it was something like Llwchyr in the beginning! The old family home (Treguff Place) in South Glamorgan, Wales, is still there, and only went out of the family in about 1990. Amazing place, incredible to think how many generations of the family lived there.
Yes, I am pedantic about spelling and grammar so get used to it!
I am a Celt too. I just received my family history on my father's side goes back to 1800 - I'm the 6th generation and there won't be a 7th from me (unfortunately).
Actions speak louder than words or good intentions
He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up. - Paul Keating
Nope I reckon you're pretty safe! lol
I know what you mean about being bagged for it though, I get pissed off with ignorant wankers who have no real idea of their own history, who then try to rewrite it for the sake of PC bullshit or advantage, and then try to tell me that I have no right to be proud of my history and lineage.
Great thread anyway, nice to see how many people are keen to learn and understand their background.
Keep it going
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"If you can't laugh at yourself, you're just not paying attention!"
"There is no limit to dumb."
"Resolve to live with all your might while you do live, and as you shall wish you had done ten thousand years hence."
Lots of skeletons in cupboards....but let's leave them there for now - but an interesting thing happen on both sides of my family in NZ.When my uncle (fathers brother) wanted to travel in the '60's he had some trouble with his passport,namely his grandfather.Then his grandmother let on that he was a Portuguese who had jumped ship,then reversed his name.
My mothers family can trace it's NZ history back to the very first settlers,and in the '80's the family produced a thick book of the geneology (well before such things became popular) In it I found people I knew who were really related to me...and while living on Waiheke Island found a branch of the family there....they were also decended from a Portuguese who jumped ship.Maybe they even knew each other?
In and out of jobs, running free
Waging war with society
I'm a celt on my mothers side; she's from Edinburgh.
On my father's side we go back to Riga, Latvia, where my father's grandfather, Wolfe Gottlieb dragged his family across Europe to escape Stalin's purges and sought passage from London to New Zealand.
He couldn't read or write, being somewhat of a humble peasant type, and the immigration official incorrectly spelled his name. This is the reason why all the decendents of Wolfe in this country have the last name Gotlieb, exclusive to New Zealand.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
I'm a 5th generation kiwi mongrel, predominantly of North British stock and, before then - probably a Scandinavian....Viking...Dane type I think - the pale skin, blue eyes, sunburn-ability and tendency to go beserker in times of strife are probably a giveaway......
“- He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.”
So which adjective seems to be aplicable to you.
They did a dna check over the whole of the Briish Isles and Ireland, a few years ago. They compared it with DNA taken from scandanavia (Denmark I think).
The result was that they only found one little piece of Ireland that didnt have any "viking" DNA present in their genetic makeup. That little part was smack in the middle of Ireland in a valley.
"When you think of it,
Lifes a bowl of ....MERDE"
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