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They came from Germany They came from France They came from Switzerland They came from Poland They came from Lithuania And God knows where else What I thought I once was I now am not Discovering so much more while shedding some of the mystery But the irony is that opens up a need for new questions I may never have the answers for There is much more German And barely any French No Scottish, after all Perhaps some Russian Who knows for sure? Most shocking of all a touch of African blood from a German/French 2nd great grandmother It shows up in her face of the only photo I have of her It shows up in my DNA I am the sum of all of them To imagine it took so many of them to make who I am today All of us, actually owe our lives to these people who came before us It always has intruiged me I wish to know more To know where my origins began doesn't need to define me or make me who I am today But it satisfies a burning curiosity To look at old photos and see bits of my relatives bits of myself
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dorothy-anderson
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Oct 30, 2010
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