I'm not insulted. I laughed. No issues there, USFREEDOM911.
I found it quite fascinating. I truly believed that I would be some portion German because of the stories from my mother's side of the family. When my results came back and there was none I was stunned. Then my mother got her's done and she was 25% German I was doubly surprised, I was expecting to find none and was thinking maybe one of her female ancestors wasn't quite honorable about who they let into their bed. Mom is 99.9% European, 75% British/Irish and 25% German (with .1% unassigned in there, I rounded up the British/Irish). Then my sister got hers done... We both definitely have the same father and mother.
What I find really amusing, is that after all the countries that were invaded, conquered, and ruled over, in the past; how anyone can try to claim racial majority of any kind.
I've been thinking of doing the 23 and me test, just to see if I can pin point where my ancestors immigrated from.
The color of my eyes point to European and possibly royalty.
Maybe there's some small country, who's been looking for a legitimate heir to their throne!!
Here's one for you.
My mother, before she died, had researched some of your ancestry and it appears that my Great-great Grandfather may have very well been married to two sisters, in the same town, on the same block, and just a few house apart.
A census from that time period show "two" men, with the same name and one using a middle initial, married to two women who had the same maiden last name, and who both gave birth to a son, with the same name (one with a middle initial) and a daughter with the same name (one with a middle initial) and who's birthday's had a 1 day difference.
There's a possibility that one had a son, the other had a daughter and they raised them together.
Considering the time period and the beliefs at that time, it's not that far fetched.
I believe it's my Great-great-great Grandfather who was supposed to have immigrated from somewhere in Europe, with his Wife, a daughter, and a son.
Scottish pipes and Irish ballads do stir my soul, for some unknown reason.
I just pray I'm not of Welsh heritage; but then I'm not attracted to sheep or farm animals, so I think I'm safe.
Maybe I'm a FUCKING VIKING, DAMNIT.