Once my dad caught wind of the rumours – that “we’re Scottish”, said Aunt Lil – he called his sisters in Vancouver, Canada. My mom informed Andrew and I today that dad phone conferenced each sister in, and they came to the conclusion that WE ARE IRISH. Phew.
Now I can go back to being a drunken debauched person each St. Paddy’s day – not like I missed out this year, but I was disheartened that the Irish was nearly wiped out of me.
My mom and I are tempted to use ancestry.com to resolve this mystery once and for all…but I hear it charges?