My father liked to say, when he could get my brothers and I to listen, that the we came from a long line of Burrs.
Our family crossed the Atlantic from England on a ship called the “John and Mary" in 1630. Both his ancestors and the ones from my mothers side were unknowingly on the same ship. My father and mother met thirteen generations later on a ski slope near Buffalo, New York.
Our family crossed the Atlantic from England on a ship called the “John and Mary" in 1630. Both his ancestors and the ones from my mothers side were unknowingly on the same ship. My father and mother met thirteen generations later on a ski slope near Buffalo, New York.
He would say that our family was two-fifths English, two-fifths Irish and then pause with a smile and exclaim… and a fifth of SCOTCH!
It took adding two and two together, then actually drinking that fifth, to see his humor.
It took adding two and two together, then actually drinking that fifth, to see his humor.
