I must make a disclaimer for this term and I offer Webster's definition: "[...although the following senses are now not scientific and often tinged with racism, the word is used in this dictionary in default of a better], designating or of one of the main ethnic divisions of the human race; it includes the Mediterranean, Alpine, and Nordic subdivisions, and is loosely called the white race".
My family tree is equally divided between English and German origins with a little Cherokee on my mother's side.
My father's family, the Blacketts, can trace their ancestors to the 1100's in England and one particular Blackett, is buried in a Medieval church with his likeness chiseled on his stone crypt. In my own little genealogical fantasy, I surmise this warrior may of once followed and helped King Richard the 'Lion Hearted' on one of the Crusades and was rewarded some land for his services and loyalty. The only problem is this would of been in the late 1180's and I can't find any actual references to this anywhere currently.
It does seem my lineage came from Canada first before they arrived in the United States. There seems to be some folk in Australia as well and we have been in touch, periodically.
My Grandmother Blackett was of German descent, mainly, and unfortunately I never meet any of her side of the family or know much of their story.
I am not sure of the circumstances surrounding my earlier ancestors' journey to America, but, there seems to be relatively few Blacketts in the United States, Canada and Australia today, though, we are out there. I have been in contact with some of these other Blacketts, but, they don't seem to be close relatives or from my branch of the family name.
My mother's family was of German descent and they were also here for a while. Some were the Becks and there was also some English blood mixed in with the Hatfields and the Beatties. Two of my relatives were in the Revolutionary War and they survived to become farmers. I guess that makes me a Son of the Revolution, unofficially.
The Hatfields in my family were supposedly tired of the feuding and moved from Virginia to Tennessee to Kentucky and then eventually to Indiana. Emmanuel Hatfield was actually one of the first settlers in Greene County, Indiana.
There is this story about his wife Nancy, who came from Kentucky, and her pet bear. It seems she had been given this small cub after her husband caught it in the woods and she raised it. According to Ephram Inman's book, "Stories of Emmanuel Hatfield, The Pioneer";
Nancy "...decided she would nourish and raise the harmless little animal with me from her own breast. It gave her no more trouble than myself until it became a bear of 100 pounds, when getting hungry, it would force her to nurse it whether she was willing or not. One day while mother was kneading dough it desired her to stop and suckle it; but she would not heed its whinning. The animal sprang with fury upon her and began tearing off her dress.".
Loosing no time, and not weighted down with any misplaced sentiment, she quickly grabbed a handy shovel and proceeded to beat back the attacking bear with repeated blows to its skull and unintentionally killed it. What was that old saying about biting the hand that feeds you?
There was also a Cherokee princess in the family who took the name of Paulina and who was married to James Beatty in 1838 in Perry Twp., Lawrence Co., Indiana. I don't really know that she was a princess, but, that was what Grandma would always say underneath her breath.