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The Mixed Up Myriad of a Family Tree

I think my boys have lost it! They have been jumping around the house like Ausrtalian kangaroos in the quest to find out 'who they are'. 'I'm part Cherokee. I'm part German! I'm part Scottish..." 
 
It's actually somewhat interesting to watch their building enthusiasm on the topic. A conversation ensued at the breakfast/dinner/work/homework...table about who they are and their family origin.   So here's the deal. So we called their grandparents and put them on speaker.  We found out that my wife's family is West Indian with a couple of nationalities behind that. My side of the family stems from the great state of South Carolina.  Yet there are hints of German and Cherokee Indian. 
 
But let's face it:  who isn't mixed up with a whole lot of everybody? Our family trees have so many branches and limbs that it could be overwhelming to decipher, yet, a blast to figure and find out. And seeing the family tree at the family reunion--priecless.  It was a blast calling my parents tell them who and where everyone was from.  I have to admit -- I enjoyed it as well. I even heard of family members for the first time!
 
Allow your kids the opportunity to know who they are, their family and extended family, whether good or bad.  There is so much history, family, personalities, and lessons involved.  In addition, have your children to talk to their extended family as much as possible. I'm NOS...

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