You gotta understand, my great-grandfather was German and Irish. My grandmother was Indian, and my grandfather was African-American, so we all got a little something in us.
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There might well have been an Irish great-great-grandfather of mine back then in the 1800s.
My parents were French and Irish and our family even has Spanish blood-and I do so love the United States and consider myself part American.
My dad is Irish. I spent my childhood going back and forth between Ireland and America.
I'm tri-racial: African-American, Native American and Euro - that's the Scotch-Irish part.
I see myself as part English and part American, with a dash of Irish thrown in, and a pinch of Italian from my mother's ancestry.
My grandmothers are Irish-American and German-American; my grandfather is from the Caribbean. My father is African-American. My family looked funny. I just started naturally imitating whoever I was talking to. I didn't want to be a phony, but I felt very authentic in the moment.
My grandmother was German. She was an immigrant, and my great grandfather fought in World War I and was stationed in France.
My mum's parents were from Ireland, my dad's mum was American-Irish.
I'm such an odd mix of things. My grandfather was Indian: I've got more family living in India than I do in the U.K. My old man was East London. I was brought up in Yorkshire. My great-grandfather was Irish.
My parents are Irish, my grandparents are Irish, my great-grandparents are Irish. I was born in England; my blood is Irish.