My whole life growing up I thought I was of German and Polish descent. Pretty much half German and half Polish, how that happens during a World War II era is slightly beyond me. I recently found out that I am a little Italian as well, an interesting combo. The point is, I am pretty sure of my heritage. My mom was born in Germany and moved to the United States with her family when she was six years old. They sailed over on a ship and landed in New York. If you were to just consider my mom’s side of my heritage, I am a first generation American.
My dad was born in Chico, CA, and I believe it was his grandparents who moved over here from Poland…maybe to escape the war? Not sure of the details. Anyway, my grandma told me that her parents lived on the boarder of Germany and Switzerland and so during the Wars they would claim Swiss nationality so as to escape persecution by those fighting the Germans.
I can still say I am German, Polish, and Italian. My kids, however, will most likely never sit around with their friends and discuss their nationalities because they are American. My nationalities combined with Steve’s eight or so make for what I call a really good American mix. My children’s children will most likely not be able to trace their family lines without extensive research which would involve people from several countries combining efforts to eventually produce them. A good old American. Nothing at all wrong with that. Just an observation that in a few years from now the question, “Now, where are you from?” will no longer be a cocktail party conversation or something to discuss among my children's friends. If the question is asked the answer will be, “I’m an American,” and that won't just mean that they were born in the United States of America.