With discount DNA tests all the rage online these days, I recently took a 23 and Me and, jumpin’ Jehoshaphat, found out that my grandmother was an Irish princess!
I’m kidding, for the most part. My grandmother, on my father’s side, was nothing more than the dirt-poor daughter of Irish immigrants who came to this country with empty pockets and, thankfully for me, she eventually wedded a full-blooded Choctaw living in Indian Territory, my grandfather. So yakoke and go raibh maith agat, Grandma Ethel.