(A time-delayed) Friday Five

(Normally I don’t care for these things at all, but this one gets into genealogy, which is one of my interests.)

1. What is your lineage?  Where are your ancestors from?

Principally Scots and English, with one line from the Six Counties, and just enough Swiss and Pennsylvania Dutch to confuse the issue slightly.  Most of them were farmers and small merchants of one sort or another, save for my father’s family, who were planters and big merchants until they made the mistake of investing heavily in Confederate government bonds during the late unpleasantness.

2. Of those countries, which would you most like to visit?

Anyplace in the U.K.; I’m not too particular.

3. Which would you least like to visit?  Why?

Germany and Switzerland can go hang themselves, far’s I’m concerned.  I’ve no interest in them at all.

4. Do you do anything during the year to celebrate or recognize your heritage?

Well, lessee . . . I wear orange on St. Patrick’s Day, I’ve been known to eat haggis of my own volition on Burns Night, and I frequently commit pipes-and-drums.

5. Who were the first ancestors to move to your present country (parents, grandparents, etc)?

Woof . . . in my direct paternal line, my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandparents came to Charles Town, Carolina in 1683.  In my direct maternal line, it’s rather more recent:  my great-great-great-great-great-great-grandparents showed up in Virginia sometime before 1707.  In other lines, it tends to be great-great-great-great-great-grandparents or thereabout who were on the boats.  My people have been in America for a long time, as immigrants go.

King Henry’s agnostic CD spanks the Siamese termite in Mars.  Fnord.