Most of my family has been traced back to the seventeenth century, at least, however most of the information in Europe at least prior to 1600 is extremely sketchy. As I was working on my husband’s family, I gave him the name of an ancestor I just found. He laughed and said the surname translated to “Hell Dog”.
My paternal ancestors came from Kidwelly, Wales. A poverty-stricken teenaged brother and sister walked to a port in England and were sent to Nevis, a Caribbean island. He cut down trees so the Black slaves could plant sugar when they arrived later and she was a spinner. I don’t think they were paid. After three years, they were dropped off on the shore of North Carolina.
Where the heck are my reparations?
And, btw, the first time I laid eyes on a Welsh Corgi, I knew I had to have one. That was in 1966, and our family has had them ever since. Didn’t know until later that our ancestors came from Wales.