Entirely a cultural beast, though i believe that makes me the truest of Americans.
Me ma was an Irish love child of 1924. Since that meant a lifetime of identured servitude with the Magdelenes for me grandma and possible arrest & certain family shame for pop, Bobby Doyle (a dockworker in Dun Laoghire) and his girl got hastily married and hopped the Irish Sea to the port of Liverpool, where me ma was born and raised til she was of indeterminate enough size to lie about a birthdate in sync w marriage date. A year later, the Boston maid/groundsman immigrant sponsorship slots through which my "Aunt" Mary eventually imported the entire Doyle fam to America opened for Bob & wife. Unfortunately, only one child was allowed and there were, in true Irish, now 2, so me ma was left w her grandparents and they and their infant went to America for to send for me ma in a year. Twas 1939, due to threat of war, w ma in an orphanage after the deaths of all grandparents, that my 14yo mother finally boarded her boat to America. Her mother died of food poisoning 3 mos later, her dad had an industrial accident that burnt more'n half his skin the next yr and died a year after that of drink & dissipation. Me 17yo mum ran the fam out of the cookie jar & neighbors kindness till the authorities caught up with them. My 16yo uncle ran away to WW2, the two little ones were adopted and ma found herself in a state home. A tiny Sicilian neighbor lady whose dog ma would chase down when it ran away, came to the home and offered to take her and she lived with the Puleos for a decade til she got married.
My dad's people sailed into Dover NH in 1636, my ancestor for to claim and survey land for British speculators. Within the next century they worked their way to northernmost Vermont, farming and maple sugaring the same Coventry hill with two other fams - one French, one Abenaki - for over 200 years, with whom they interbred the whole time. My father's recent ancestors and nine siblings were either geniuses or hydrocephallic droolers as a result and all were labelled as injuns. Grandpa - ineligible for a town wife as a halfbreed - got lucky enough to use his barn as relay for Canadian bootleggers during Prohibition. He could therefore afford to send away for a halfbreed Mohegan (uncle has spent years trying to prove the Mohegan part for a share of casino dough, but grandma was dropped in a Taylor vineyard by a migrant picker and had no birth certificate) wife from the Finger Lakes region of NY.
Mom & Dad met at a USO dance while he was @ basic for Korea. If any union speaks more richly as an American origin story, I know not of it. Can't but not 'identify' any other way.