This Is me

I am taking a slight detour from my postings of our fabulous Southern travels to take part in the Heritage challenge for the word of the day challenge, thrown out by Carol Anne at Therapy Bits at http://therapybits.com/. It’s about my heritage, and what makes me … ME. 🙂

As you know, my dad was from Melbourne, Australia. My mother was from Port Arthur, Texas. I grew up in Southern California, and now I call Colorado home. But who am I really? My heritage has roots from all over Northern and Western Europe. I, like many Americans, am a hodge-podge of many different backgrounds, cultures and countries.

My dad was from Australia, but his people came from Scotland and Wales. I mean his last name was Jones, the MOST popular surname in Wales, at least back then.

My mother was primarily of English, Scottish, Irish and French heritage. The English, Irish and Scottish were from my grandfather, and the French and English were from my grandmother.

But I am even more complicated and diverse than that. I was actually adopted by my parents as a tiny baby. We never really knew anything about my birth parents, and I never had any desire to learn about them either. My parents were my parents. PERIOD. However, that being said, they wanted to adopt a baby that would blend in with them and their heritages, so they did ask for my DNA and background. It turns out, I am from all of their backgrounds and so much more as well. I am, Dutch, German, French, Scandinavian, English, Irish, Scottish and Welsh, but I AMERICAN through and through. I have the blood of poets, musicians, intellectuals, working people, sailors, warriors and Vikings running through my veins. No wonder I am such a jumbled mess. I am literally and figuratively all over the place. 🙂

Have a great day and make everyday great. Be proud of who you are, no matter what. Celebrate YOU everyday. ‘Til next time.