His Irish Eyes Weren't Smiling
It's the time of the year when we celebrate our Irish heritage and I have plenty of it. My mom claimed Irish heritage through the Donaldsons. My dad always made fun of her. I think he bought into the stereotype that the Irish are drunks. The rest of us didn't care, though. We were proud to have Irish heritage. My dad said that his father, James Quincy Davis, always told him the Davises were Welsh. Very early in my research, I learned of Robert Hamilton, my fifth great-grandfather through my paternal grandmother, Jennie Esther Ballein. Robert Hamilton was born in Ireland in 1760. He came to America shortly before the Revolutionary War and served in that war. I told my dad he had Irish blood and he promptly told me that only the male line (i.e., the Davises) counted when determining one's cultural heritage. I will always remember the day that changed my dad's life. I was sitting at a microfilm viewer looking for ...