All right, I’ve analyzed every DNA-verified ancestor pus one extra generation beyond that. Not only am I 100% Flat White, I had to go back five generations to find even one twig of the family tree born in another country. Some fifth great-grandmother came from Ireland. I bet if I researched her I’d find out she was the child of some American revolutionary ex-pats, and wasn’t technically Irish.
They’re all painfully boring, too. I was poring over it, looking for some citizen who was not upstanding, and I did spy this interesting anomaly:
Nancy Ann interrupted her string of babies with Mr. Cummins to have an interlude with Mr. Kimbrough, it would seem. I don’t quite understand how my 5th great grandmother could have babies who were also five generations back, unless … oh dear. Well, no judgement about that.