Hi, I just dropped in for some coffee... Whoops, I see there is some tension here.
*backing out slowly*
-Fantom
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Hi, I just dropped in for some coffee... Whoops, I see there is some tension here.
*backing out slowly*
-Fantom
Oops, I'm sorry.Quote:
Originally Posted by Vlacko
Maybe there should be a part of the forum strictly for bitching about religion. :roll:
I figured I'd throw my 2 cents in.
My mother's ancestors came from England in the 1600's, Scotland and Ireland in the 1700's.
My father's great grandparents emigrated from Germany in the late 1800's - hence my German last name. I have 1 Cherokee grandparent in there for good measure.
I am Greek, but the father of my grand mother (my mother’s side) had a Frank origin, however mixed with Greeks in many generations. Their family comes from a place of Greece which was conquered by the Franks some centuries ago. So I am Greek, but having a small Frank part on my blood (I calculate about 1-2% :D).
Parents both came from Poland to America. My moms side has Lithuanian descent.
Oh, did I tell you guys yet that i don't know?
Lessee...I'm German, Irish, Italian, and Filipino.
My grandpas were born in Germany and the Philippines (and later moved to America), and my grandmas were born in America.
From what I know of my ancestry, by talking with my grandma-ma.. My lineage is Scandenavian, which immigrated to America and married into the general populace. With a smidgen of Cherokee thrown in because of true love.
I have a southern American accent, yet I tend to speak like a northerner (using proper sentence structure and words over 2 syllables) :wink:
(using proper sentence structure and words over 2 syllables)
Is it difficulut? :)
From spending quite a lot of time in my youth, reading books, it was natural to try and express complex thoughts by using a more exact specified word instead of country generalizations. For instance..
What a southerner would most likely say when giving directions to an out of town driver:
-Well, you go in this here direction *points* for a little ways, then when you come to a fallen fence post, swing a left and continue on down that road. And when it looks like the road is disappearing, stay with it and you'll pass through a section of open barbed wire fencing and you'll be there. OH, don't mind the cows, they won't cross the tractor bridge to get out.
What I would most likely say:
-Where are you wanting to get to? *listens to driver* Ok then, you passed up the road you were needing to take. Drive back the way you came, approximately 1-1/2 miles, and take a right, on highway 27 heading east. Then, approximately a half mile from there, turn right onto Old Mill road. And you will need to drive slow because that road is only a one lane road. I don't really know how far up it is, perhaps.. 2 miles or so? But, before you get there you will see that church on your left from far away.
Both ways seem agreeable... to different situations.
My mother's family lived in the general area while it was still Mexico (Arizona) and my father's family is almost full-blood Cherokkee.
Needless to say, I came out a bit odd.
My mom is 1/2 Coharie Native American (from Southern North Carolina), and the other half we have no idea. There's probably at least 1 black (african) in there someplace.
My father's grandfather was 100% Irish. But other than that, my father is 99.9% American mutt. So you might call me Heinz 57 (that means 57 different varieties in my blood). Ha ha.
"Welcome to America! Feel free to breed with whomever you choose!"