You have 2 grandfathers. You have four great-grandfathers. You have eight great-grandfathers. You have 16 great-great-great grandfathers. There are 32 men who claim to be your great-great-great-great-grandfathers. 64 men are your great5 grandfathers.
I'm not a math whiz, but my calculations say you would have 274,877,906,944 39th great-grandfathers. So everyone is related to each other when we go back that far.
So funny, Everyone seems to want to declare some DNA to famous people, of wealth and importance.
Not me by golly, I enjoy the story's and findings of genealogy when they track back to 1623 and my rag tag family finally came ashore with less then a change of under ware or a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out.
2 brothers came here, one became a farmer and the other a hog thief, a river rat and had the most colorful family on my side. The farmers were God fearing honest folk, still live in the area, my side still also lives here but, we have calmed down somewhat since way back then.
My claim to fame is Tamera, she was the first woman to counterfeit the Kings money in this country back when Maine was called Mass. Interesting woman, I found a couple GGGGGGG Aunties that worked the bars on the water front in the Revolution era, and a cousin that on the census role of the day put down as occupation a musician in a address on the wharfs. ---In other words he worked as a piano player in a whore house.
What fun to think that only 25 years before my birth, family were Rum running to and from Canada, and my grandmothers were flappers, cut their hair and made bath tub Gin.
I could give a hoot about any family in Europe or where ever before they made the decision to take their lives in their own hands and come to America. Never wealthy, never better then others, unless they were well known for being hung in the town square.
