Until a few years ago I always assumed that I was Irish and French. Then quite by accident I found out otherwise.
It was Mother's Day and I was alone. I had recently lost my husband and my children lived some distance from me. I decided to put my mother's maiden name in the computer and lo and behold, up popped a picture of my grandparents holding my mother as a babe in my grandmother's arms.
One of my unknown cousins had done extensive family research and my roots were traced back to The Netherlands, early 1600s.
Actually, I wasn't too happy to learn this. My dad was almost full blooded Irish. In fact when my sister visited Ireland a few years ago there was a village there where many of the residents shared my maiden name.
I have become used to my dual heritage now but you may still call me an Irish Lady.