My father traced his side of our family all the way back to ninth-century Ireland and a "King of Kings" called Niall of the Nine Hostages (a reference to his having used hostages as leverage in conflict). He lived in County Mayo, and when his descendants left there in the 1600s, they went to Scotland for a couple of centuries. They intermarried and became Scots-Irish, finally migrating to America around 1840. From Virginia, they moved inland to the hills of Kentucky, and there they mostly remain.
I noticed there are some others here who, like me, are both Irish and Native American! It's just a tiny touch and 'way back, but I'm so proud to have great-great-great-etc. Cherokee uncles named Rattling Gourd and Corntassel!
There's a very sweet story about the kinship between the Irish and the Native Americans. You'll recall that many of the latter perished on the Trail of Tears, a shameful government-forced march of five tribes to confinement on reservation land. Well... that tragedy was still fresh in the minds of a group of Choctaws when they heard of the terrible famine in Ireland in 1847. They knew what it meant to suffer such privation, and they were moved to try to help.
Despite having recently lost everything -- their land, their horses, their freedom -- these good people set about raising money to help feed victims of the Irish famine. In the end, they sent $710 to Ireland for the cause... an act of great humanity from people who had been treated as subhuman.
So... Irish green, Scottish blue, "Indian" red... I'm so proud to be all