THIS is a picture of my (now deceased) Grandfather, holding my Mom. Crazy, I know. I sure wouldn't let Marshall try this with one of our kids. Probably. Maybe. Well, possibly if they were also holding a big squishy bear to break their fall.
Anywho, I got to thinking about my family history. I asked my sister if she had any info on our family history and that set her on a quest to find out. She contacted my dad, who contacted his father, to find that my paternal grandfather and his sister had traced our heritage back to 1385! Crazy, I know. She then got some information from my mom's side of the family. Turns out both sides of the family hopped back and forth across the border of Switzerland and Germany (which weren't named Germany and Switzerland at the time). And the names! I have the name of the ancestors who arrived in America in the 1700's, the name of the ancestor who fought in the Revolution, and the one who fought in the Civil War. (on the winning side, of course) Of course all of the names sound very German, with the exception of two names.
And with all of this amazing data, my sister is in the process of inputing all the names into a software that she can share with all the family members. It even includes pictures, for the ones we have pictures of. Which reminds me, she also scanned a bunch of family photos for me, including a few photos that date back to the 1800's.
So what does all of this newfound information tell me? Basically, I'm a purebred. Or an inbred, depending how you look at it.
Yeah, an inbred.