I Am an American
At first glance, you wouldn’t think my cultural roots deviated much from Europe. I am a pale, dark blonde and green-eyed woman but my family background is as varied and colorful as they come, especially on my father’s side. It is said we are Melungeon, (or what was once called Black Dutch), born and bred in the Appalachians, and a group of people whose roots still remain mysterious today.
My father’s side were what you could say were the stereotypical mountain folk–living in the backwoods, with houses that had dirt floors and moon-shining to make a decent living. Many of his mother’s side come from the Sand Mountain region of Alabama and Georgia and have since the land was first settled by Europeans. And then there are roots of my Cherokee family as well, the people who were displaced by this other family tree branch. French and German are also part of my father’s blood, and by extension my own. And I can’t forget the Eastern European blood (Polish, Bohemian and Slovak respectively) on my mother’s side. I would not be surprised if there were some hidden Jewish roots there.
One of these days, I’ll take a genealogical DNA test. But whatever the results say, I am an American.