I tend to think of family lineage within the past few generations… who came over to America from where and basically how in the heck both sides of the family ended up in Northern California. But my highly ambitious Uncle decided to hop on to ancestry.com for the past few months and try to firmly establish and trace our roots officially, rather than simply relying on hearsay about certain relatives.
In his searching, he discovered that the alleged “Indian blood” in the family did not come from anyone of native descent, but rather just someone born in Indian Territory. And while my grandmother’s side of the family’s traceable roots only go back a few generations to the Swedish and German immigrants from the mid-1800s, my grandfather’s tree turns out to be huge… and allegedly goes back through some fairly famous Brits.
You know, like King Henry I, King Henry II and King John.
King John is actually my 23rd great grandfather according to the research my uncle has been doing. Huh. Guess there was a good reason for me to love Robin Hood growing up… just not sure I knew my family ended up on the evil side of that story.
Sir Walter Raleigh pops up as a great grand uncle. as does the Archbishop of Canterbury, George Abbot. And perhaps there are more hidden treasures among the 1100+ people in that side of the family tree… or in the uncovered braches. Even if there’s not, it’s pretty neat to think that my see-through skin is somewhat royal in the tiniest little way.
Has anyone else had any crazy discoveries while looking back at their ancestry?