The earliest immigrant in my family (direct line) arrived from Scotland as an indentured servant in Lancaster County, VA, in 1653. I doubt very much that he was a super genius, but was probably a very down to earth guy. My branch of the family tree drifted west with the frontier. I don’t have ancestors shivering with George Washington at Valley Forge; mine were in the mountains fighting Indians.
They were north of the Ohio River very early and wore blue during the slaveholders’ revolt. They were mostly hillbillies. My maternal grandfather was still a sharecropper, and my mom’s generation were the first to go to college — some of them, anyhow; others stayed home and farmed. But we all have our clan ties and a couple of CDs of bagpipe music. I have adopted Captain Blood as my American origin story, and if lefties get uppity, I use that to advance my case for reparations.
My dad’s family were all German and came over in the 1820’s.
The only other Scottish thing I have is my grandmother on dad’s side was a Ross.
My genealogy researcher cousin was fairly sure a distant relative of Betsy Ross.
That was in the 90s.