As it turns out my best friend has become very interested in genealogy and has been tracing her family's roots back to Washington and Jefferson. She's applying to become a daughter of the American Revolution. I'm pretty sure that's enough cred right there.
Today I jokingly said that I'd pay her to look into my family's history as my actual family has been no help. I kid you not, within a couple of emails between her, my sister and me, she had traced my dad's side of the family back to one John Williamson, circa 1855. Origin?
In doing a quick search, Clan Williamson either derives from Clan MacKay or Clan Gunn, both from the Northern Highlands. So this explains my fascination with dark & mysterious fictional men of the kilt. This weekend we went to a Scottish Festival and when ordering a Belhaven Scottish Ale, the man next to me asked if I was Scottish I had to sadly reply in the negative. Alas, just a few days later I can say as recently as 1855 my family was in Scotland. Hooray!
For a different branch of my dad's family, she has us going back to England of the 1700s, where one of my male ancestors was a "rate collector" (collector of local property taxes, likely not a very popular man in the village).
I'm definitely looking forward to hearing more. My sister has signed up for a few services and she's gotten in on the research as well. I have a feeling the next couple of days are going to be incredibly fun. I can't wait to hear what comes next.