What Nationality are you?

Alls I know is that due migration and redrawing of the European map I'm a mix of central/eastern european countries (Germany, Russia, Poland, Czech, etc) with my last name being a German word that is also part of the name used by the Poltical arm of the IRA.

This is why I was not named Sean by my mother.

Mostly Norwegian and German, with a smattering of French and Swedish thrown in for good measure.

I know what Hocken's last name is!

I'm Irish and Welsh on my father's side (my maiden name is a nine-letter Welsh nightmare) and Scottish and Irish on my mother's side. I look the part to an amusing degree.

I'm American. Duh.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to go put a big '3' decal on my truck.

Yeah, and you'll be surprised how often it gets mispronounced. But I'm third generation American from a mix of central and eastern european jews.

I know Ed's last name too! Starts with a "F."

I'm also American; however, my family originally came from Ireland (father's side) and Germany (mother's side).

Stankonian.

Half honkey from my dad's side with mostly Portuguese and a smattering of Spanish on my mom's side. If I didn't have the BMI of present-day Val Kilmer, I'd be dead sexy.

My mother was Irish and my father was Hawaiian (the mix of Polynesian natives and some Japanese I think). By name though, I'm English.

It's also been suggested that I might have some Japanese as well. Which is cool but not easily discernible by looking at me.

Now, this is interesting. You have the same last name as DaveB's paternal grandmother (though the spelling is different), also of Eastern European Jewish descent.

My fathers´s side of the family is from Spain and my mother´s side is from Switzerland.

I'm whatever the hell you get when you combine those two.

(Referring to Zooey's previous post)

Well here's the thing. That name is a common jewish last name. But what makes my background more complicated was that it wasn't my original last name. My paternal grandfather was adopted during the depression and that name became the family last name. But the people who adopted my grandfather were of Polish desent.

The original last name was to have been Cohen, an even more common jewish last name.

Excessively English, I fear, though there's some Scots/Irish if you go far enough back.

Scottish on the mudder's side (Collins). I've been told by relatives that our family line was once traced back to when the vikings showed up to rape and pillage in Scotland, but who knows. Supposedly it's where we get the height; most of the men in the family are over 6 foot.

I think somewhere up the tree Irish and Scottish blood mixed, I'm predispositioned to alcoholism.

So wait? You're not Mexican?! Talk about a disappointment.

I'm Irish (with a smattering of Scottish and English) on my Dad's side, and Hungarian-Slovak (right by Transylvania, folks!) on my Mom's side. This means when drunk, I'll either pick a fight with you, or turn you into a werewolf.

Back in the day, my uncle passed on my Dad's family tree - his side goes all the way back to County Cork during the era of the Domesday Book. My mom's side of the family, (and indeed all Hungarians can claim this) proudly calls Attila the Hun (or one of his horde) our ancestor.

Texan.

Seeing how they were an independant nation at one point. This can apply.

From the Lady Chewers all was heard was "sexy hunk of Latin lover"

And I'm with Billylove in "Texan" is my first identifier. My family is pure Irish though. My dad is a hemophiliac, and for some reason he adamantly sticks to the story that we are descended from the Russian czar line, since one of the kids was hemophiliac. Never mind the whole "got slaughtered in the basement" bit of history.

Yeah. I guess I must be more specific.

I come from a long line of Texans on both sides of my family.

I guess I'm partially German, Irish, and Indian (native American). Most of my heritage is Irish and German as most of my blood came over to America during the potato famine.

I'm half Irish, half German, half English.

He should go with a claim that he comes from British Royalty. That would make more sense.

Same. I'm also a descendent of Attila the Hung, not to be confused with Timothy's fruity-ass Hun guy.

Attila the Hung? Are you sure you didn't just see that name on some porn box at some point?

How's this for complicated:

My paternal grandfather was 100% German, my paternal grandmother was 100% Irish, my maternal grandfather was 100% Lithuanian, and my maternal grandmother is 100% Polish. And I, being adopted, am none of those things; probably something Mediteranean, based on my appearance. Italian or Greek, maybe. I honestly have no idea.

Yet it's still pronounced Jones.

My maternal grandmother (Eisenberger) was a Dutch Jew. My maternal grandfather was half-English, half-Indonesian (Turner) by bloodline but considered Argentinian by birth. My paternal grandmother (Viczko) was Hungarian gypsy. My paternal grandfather (S~) was Swiss by way of Austria and Minnesota.

I think the reason he chose Russian instead of British is because he loves Moscow a lot more than any part of Britain he has been to. My dad is a bit of a character, to say the least.

He even tried to tell me what the original Russian spelling of our last name is, and told a Russian lady that works for him the whole czar story. She thought it was a cute joking about story, not that he was serious.

well my Nationality is American.. but my father's side is French (hence the last name Simoneaux) and my mother side is the Stewart Clan from Ireland.

I married an adopted S. Korean from Minnesota and now have a son who hopefully won't be one really confused baby.

(Referring to Ryan's post)

That's a pretty goddamn complicated mix of nationalities right there.

Yes, my dark shame is known. I am just a Mexi-can't.

Fair enough. I chuckle from time to time when people think I'm latino. Heh.

I think I would just tell your son to start over and pick an nationality or make up his own.

I think the only times I've seen Mexicans were

1) When I was in Mexico
2) When I was in LA
3) In movies and on television

I guess they aren't big fans of our hospitable Canadian climate

100% Italian on both sides. Northern Italian on my dad's side, and Sicilian on my mom's side. All four grandparents came over here on the boat, and actually, my paternal grandmother was pregnant with my dad when they floated on over. Yeah - fun boat ride for her - seasickness AND morning sickness.

Two things of note:

1. Our skin tone is backwards from other Italians - my northern dad has a deep tan year round, and my Sicilian mom is as papery-white as it gets, which is where I got my ghostly white skin as well. Alot of people don't guess immediately that I'm from a full Italian background, because I'm such a complete, total honky.

2. My full name is so Italian, it borders on hilarious. "Lisa" is only part of my full first name - it's actually just a little longer and more Italian-sounding than that. Then we have my really overly-Italian middle and last names to tack on there. By the time you get done reciting my full name, it sounds like I'm straight out of Central Casting. You'd be in shock that I'm not stomping around in a vat of grapes with a monkey and an organ grinder.

French and English on my mother's side with some Native blood there and there, and I get the Savage from Irish exiles from Jersey Island on my father's side, from 4 generation back.

But I pronounce my family name the French way, by the wish of my great great grandfather. His ship wrecked in New Brunswick, whose inhabitants promptly told him in their native English to fuck off, so he moved a bit North and settled in Gaspésie and fully integrated himself. Even up to the family name.

Israeli. But if you go back, German and Czech.

English and Dutch....I think...

My ex suffered from the same. Her parents came over from Sicily, and heaped on her a great Italian name. She had really dark skin though, and it was great when she spent time in Texas that everyone thought she was Mexican because her first name was Maria.

Or have hair sprayed helmet hair and nails that rival the claws on some wild animals while chewing out your guy over the fact he forgot that the neighbors were coming over for dinner.

My wife (who is 100% Irish) refers to me as a walking United Nations. It's kind of cool but my Jewish sides keeps placing sanctions on my Austrian side until reparations are made.

Seriously, dude. I'm like the entire wedding party at the end of Working Girl.

I'm of Irish/Germanic/Norwegian descent, but for some reason on my birth certificate it says I'm Mexican even though both parents are listed as Caucasian.

No, I'm not making this up.

Father's side (a last name which I rarely, if ever, use professionally): German, mostly, although I'm told there's a little English there.

Mother's side (Brendan Leonard): Both my grandmother and grandfather were born in Ireland, making my mom first-generation Irish-American, making me eligible for Irish citizenship, which I'll get one of these days (the waiting period's a year, and proving it is extremely hard beforehand).

Other: I'm in the process of converting to Judaism. This has been a challenge lately, but I resolved to get serious about it in 2008 after coming to that realization late last year. I'm not going to be annoying and talk about it all the time, but it's a big deal for me, especially after struggling with my faith for so long. (I was baptized Catholic and raised Presbyterian before becoming a practicing Catholic in high school, then flirted briefly with Unitarian Universalism. Different post topic, I guess.)

75% Black, 10% Irish, 15% Seminole Indian, two shots caramel, no whip, decaf, venti yadayadayada.

This is a pretty complicated issue for me.

On my Dad's side, it's English and Powhatten indian (his great grandmother was full blooded Powhatten). Since the English family line has, through genetic testing, been traced all the way back to various noridc peoples, this results in lots of blonde hair and blue eyes in the family. Throw in a little Native American, though, and you start getting combinations like my dad: extremely dark skin, dark hair, and blue eues. But anyway, that's all clear cut.

My mom's side....that's another issue.


Except for not having mixed race*, my Mom's side of the family fits every single definition of Creole there is. French speaking (my Great grandfather didn't speak a word of English until he was 13 years old) Catholics from a heavily Creole part of the state, all the family names and surnames are unquestionably French, but French names found more in Creole areas than in Cajun areas, all the family recipes are Creole cuisine, etc. Basically any identifier used to designate someone a Creole in the state applies to my Mom's side of the family, except the fact that everyone is white.

So what does that mean? The geneology is lacking, but I've always maintained that we broke off from a tradiaitonal creole family at some point. With all the intermarrying, affairs, and what not at the time it seems the most likely explanation.

* There's still a whole debate over what "creole" actually means. The original definition was someone that was born in the Louisiana colony, but over time it's grown to reflect a pretty specific cultural foundation found with people of mixed racial ancestry. That's the definition I'm using.

I was born in Panama, and I'm a naturalized US citizen, dual citizenship. BTW I'm a real Panamenian, I wasn't born in the Canal Zone like John McCain.

My last name is German, so it means nobody that speaks Spanish can pronounce it. My great grandfather was German, what he was doing in Panama, nobody knows to this date (he's not a war criminal as far as I know). From the little I know, he married a mixed lady that was either black or partly black (my great grandmother), I never have gotten the story straight. He was either the most progressive early 20th century German or maybe he was just drunk. I'll never know.

I'm obviously Hispanic (I hate the term "Latino") and my mothers maiden name is Portuguese sounding, not sure if it's from Brazil or just Portugal.

Argentinian-Nazi jokes aside. A lot of Germans and europeans for whatever reason (Business, persecution, better weather) went to Mexico, Central and Southern America. So it doesn't seem surprisingly really.

I think most of the war criminals ended up in South America, mainly Argentina. You need to talk to Tati.