I can't call it genealogy, since I'm not genetically related to most of the folks here. My Dad was adopted, and though I don't share DNA with the Price/Riffle side of the family, I sure do share family, and feeling, and history. Their stories are a part of me, every bit as much as the stories of the Chamberlain/Brenholts side.
While I haven't traced every ancestor back to before they were here, every single immigrant that I have found came to this country prior to 1776. They came from Ireland, Scotland, England, and Germany. They came here, made a life, made a family, and made a great nation.
The migration patterns are pretty interesting as well. My mom's family (Chamberlain and Brenholts) came into New England and worked their way to Texas via the Northern route, living in the cities. My dad's family (Price and Riffle) came into the Southern colonies and worked their way to Texas via the South, living in small towns and on farms.
The lives and labors of each branch supported the other.
I'd love to think that my family history was somehow unique and special. However, I don't think it's unique at all - and that's what makes it, and America, so very special. We are most of us mutts. We are made of our biology, our family stories, our location.
I have discovered that my family history is this nation's history, they are inseparable. And THAT makes me proud, grateful, and humbled, and motivated to continue the quest to find out more about those folks from the past, to learn of their struggles and achievements, to connect with their descendants, and to learn what kind of legacy we are creating in their honor.