My great grandmother immigrated from Ireland to the US

As a young girl, she was taken out of school in the third grade and forced to work the night shift in a factory to help support her eight siblings

My friends in high school used to refer to my family as “The Cleavers”, in reference to the 1950’s sitcom “Leave it to Beaver”

What started as two German girls road-tripping across the US resulted in a wedding in Honolulu

I believe that my ancestors are Scottish/Irish--hence the "Mc" in my surname

First American-born child to Ugandan immigrants

My father's parents immigrated to the U.S. from Germany in the 1950s. They spoke no English

My ancestors settled in America in the early 19th century, most likely coming from England

My mother's side of the family immigrated to America from Italy through Ellis Island

Both sides of my family immigrated here from Russia

I am totally white bread, plain vanilla WASP

Following the chaos and violence of the dissolution of the USSR, I moved to New York with my parents from Kirov, Russia

I've never known much about my family's background, except that they are Eastern European

Born in Hungary, grown up in Switzerland and married to a Frenchman

My parents were both born in the South of India in a city that was then called Madras (now known as Chennai). Their parents were friends and introduced my mum and dad to each other when they were in their mid-twenties. It was not an arranged marriage, per-se, but I suppose semi-arranged by both sets of my grandparents.

I grew up in India, moving around Madras, Jaipur and Delhi for my father's job. I was the youngest of twelve siblings

I came to the United States in 2014 for what I thought was going to be an 8 months research program