My dad’s grandma was actually born here but her parents brought her two brothers over from Hungary. Every Christmas we still make a nut pastry called Nut Rolls, or kiffles in Hungarian. My dad’s father was English but he was born here. They moved to Alberta, Canada and the winters were so harsh that his dad actually lost his leg from frost bite.
My mom’s side is Dutch and Belgian. My mom remembers them still speaking the native languages. My great-grandfather was an officer in the Belgian army. When we cleaned out my grandma and grandpa’s house, we found his uniform.