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My father died when I was nine months old, and I was never close to my father's side of the family. I was always told that I was Polish, but this is from my mother's side.
Last summer my grandmother died, and being as I was the very last one to hold the family name (Buss) I made the trip out to where I grew up and spent some time with my father's side of the family. I met the family historian and discovered, much to my surprise, that I am also Irish.
I thought that was pretty cool.
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