My lineage leads me to call myself a UK-57 (I hope Heinz doesn't mind). My father immigrated to Canada when he was 16 and told us he was of pure English blood (a true WASP). He didn't much like it when I pointed out that, to be an Anglo-Saxon meant to be German (both the Angles and the Saxons) and Roman mixed with the indigenous Celt, a group that roamed widely throughout the Isles and the continent. Add to that the many migrations throughout Europen history, most especially the large migration of the Aryans from the northern part of India (it's hard to imagine that not being part of my heritage too although, judging by the way I tan, that line is not strong in me!). My mother said her family was part of the Event That Must Not Be Spoken (Glen Coe). So, as far as I can tell, I am Celt, Mediterranean, Indian and Scandinavian...

I like the idea that it is best to imagine that everyone is a cousin. Even people who look nothing like me I see as part of my personal family. Why bother drawing a line?