American has long been considered a melting pot, a place for people of all religions, cultures and races to live in freedom. And because America was founded by immigrants, when researching their genealogy, many Americans will find ancestors from around the world.
I am no different… well, maybe a little.
On my mother’s side, a few of my ancestors have been in this country since the mid-1700s. A good many of them came to America in the mid-1800s looking for a new way of life for their families. And some have been here since the beginning. My maternal ancestors give my life a blend of Native American, English and German roots and I feel blessed to have their blood running through my veins.
On my father’s side I am truly a child of the world. I am half Bermudian and half American. My father was born in Bermuda, as was his father. My grandfather’s brother, my great-uncle, and his family lives in Canada. My great-grandfather was born in England and his father, my great-great grandfather from Lausanne, Switzerland and his grandfather from France. My GGGrandfather’s seven children were born in England, Italy and South Africa. His wife, my GGGrandmother was born in Bombay, India in 1846 during the height of the East India Company and died in Dimboola, Australia in 1906. My father’s mother was also born in Bermuda, but her both her parents immigrated to Bermuda from the Azores. Their parents, my great-great grandparents stayed on Pico and Sao Miguel, Azores.
On my mother’s side, I am the 7th generation to be born in the U.S. But on my father’s side I am the first generation born in America. I love exploring my heritage and finding the connections that bridge my families and navigates my path down the winding road I call my life.