We are French, Pennsylvania Dutch, German, Irish, and Cherokee Indian.
According to my full-blood related sister who did a little research on Ancestry.Com, our ancestors arrived on Ellis Island in the 1700's. We are related to a Daniel Danner who was a minister. At some point, he went to jail over a land dispute. No details that I can recall. And this lineage is from our paternal side. The surname, Holland figures in there somewhere or so I've heard.
I know naught of my paternal grandfather and little more of my paternal grandmother. I recall that she perished in a fire, leaving behind four children; my Uncle Herman, my Uncle John, my Aunt Daisy, and my father, David Lee Danner. I grew up not knowing this part of my family due to a divorce when I was 3 or 4 years old. I met my father when I was 15 years old.
I learned my father fought in the Viet Nam war aboard a patrol boat on the Mekong River. He retired out of the U.S. Navy moving to his home state. He was a deer hunter, a gensing gatherer, an outdoorsy guy. I never met my Uncle Herman and I was too young to remember my Uncle John. Aunt Daisy, I met briefly at a family picnic back when I was touring my newborn.
I never met my maternal great grandfather. My maternal great grandmother was a pistol, if my maternal grandmother is to be believed. I believe. I was very close to my grandmother as a child. Also, I was grandpa's girl. I idolized my maternal grandfather.
According to my full-blood related sister who did a little research on Ancestry.Com, our ancestors arrived on Ellis Island in the 1700's. We are related to a Daniel Danner who was a minister. At some point, he went to jail over a land dispute. No details that I can recall. And this lineage is from our paternal side. The surname, Holland figures in there somewhere or so I've heard.
I know naught of my paternal grandfather and little more of my paternal grandmother. I recall that she perished in a fire, leaving behind four children; my Uncle Herman, my Uncle John, my Aunt Daisy, and my father, David Lee Danner. I grew up not knowing this part of my family due to a divorce when I was 3 or 4 years old. I met my father when I was 15 years old.
I learned my father fought in the Viet Nam war aboard a patrol boat on the Mekong River. He retired out of the U.S. Navy moving to his home state. He was a deer hunter, a gensing gatherer, an outdoorsy guy. I never met my Uncle Herman and I was too young to remember my Uncle John. Aunt Daisy, I met briefly at a family picnic back when I was touring my newborn.
I never met my maternal great grandfather. My maternal great grandmother was a pistol, if my maternal grandmother is to be believed. I believe. I was very close to my grandmother as a child. Also, I was grandpa's girl. I idolized my maternal grandfather.
Comments
Post a Comment