Every family has a history. Stories are handed down, generation to generation. We love it because we find a great sense of connection to something bigger than every-day-us.

But how much is truth and how much is myth?

My family has the Admiral.

You’d think I’d be proud and giddy but…

…I’ve been trying very hard lately to disprove this part of “my” history.

So – I have the name, the place, the feeling etc etc. I also have a father, his brother and both of my brothers (Oh, and my Mum btw) in the Navy.

Me being me – I broke the link and joined the Army. Ooops.

Dad’s younger brother, James, spent time in Russia. He visited Kronstadt. The Admiral’s tomb. Saw the portrait. Etc.

Uncle Jim reckoned that Samuel Greig looked very much like Dad. I can’t see it myself but I do see a bit of my youngest brother in there.

And I have some Russian what nots in my DNA. Oh. And a few of the Admiral’s family went to Germany and married. I have German what nots too.

I’m still trying to disprove a link here.

Aha!

I’m crap at science and get very seasick.

How about that :o)