Most of mine migrated to what would become West "by God" Virginia, then later, cause they couldn't sit still, ended up in Kansas at the start of the Santa Fe trail and went into the supply business for those headed to Oregon.
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Worst we were ever called was Hill Folk and JayHawks.
There's Native American in our family too, but most has been bred out over the generations. After all, it was lonely out there on the prairie.
All except for the complexion, high cheekbones and the Buffalo Nickel snozz, every male on my dad's side, including me and my sibs, (my sister too, much to her dismay), still have that trait. Arapaho and Cherokee.
I'm actually one of the few surviving with my surname. As in less that 300 worldwide. There is a far more common Irish surname with a slightly different spelling, and a few shortened versions-- I wonder if I can apply for endangered species funding ?

Out of curiosity, I banged my surname into Google Maps to find street names. There are seven. Seven ! -- the biggest is in Boston - its about 4 blocks long. The others are all inconsequential little lanes, cul-de-sacs, or connectors.
The one curious physical trait we have is we all tend to grow extra parts - mainly internal ones. My sister has extra ribs, extra bone material and something like three additional sets of teeth. She looks perfectly fine -- actually she looks a lot like Kylie Minogue. My dad needed a bypass - I say needed because by the time they got around to doing it, they discovered he grew his own. Years ago I cut my hand up on a car fan, broke fingers, cut tendons, severed nerves. I grew them all back by the time they removed the cast. The doctor who removed the cast then re X-rayed my surprisingly functional hand and told me that if he didn't set the hand himself, he would not have believed it was ever broken. My oldest kid had migraines, which I figured were hormonal (and I was right) but to be safe, they gave her an MRI - and discovered she has an extra network of blood vessels feeding her brain. There are a lot of other stories like this...