Speaking of the Fourth of July, which is what this post was about, America is a melting pot of immigrants of various nationalities. Having pride in our family’s ancestry and in our American citizenship, we proudly refer to ourselves as hyphenated Americans: Irish-Americans, Italian-Americans, German-Americans, etc.
So many Bostonians, for example, take pride when referring to being Irish. In their blood and familial hearts, they’re not wrong.
They don’t really teach the war of 1812 in our schools much. Or as it is otherwise known, “The one where the US got its ass kicked by early Canadians.”
I’ve had many a discussion about this when I lived in the US. If you’re born in Ireland you’re Irish. If you’re born in the US, you’re American. You can have Irish roots sure. But you’re as Irish as I am if you weren’t born there.
Kinda with Mike on this one as I am not going to argue with how any family wants to identify itself. And a lot of them go pretty deep on keeping the cultural roots going.
Sure, it’s a different experience growing up in Jersey than in Italy. I don’t think anyone would argue that.
I pass Naensen quite often when visiting the parents of my girlfriend.
It’s kind of in the middle of nowhere … but the region is very beautiful: not very far from the “Harz” … and very good for road cycling.
That’s really cool! I’d love to visit there someday if the opportunity arises. A distant cousin was over there last year (I think) for a farm show in Hanover and they visited.