
Originally Posted by
Angela
I suppose for some it's as you say: it's looking for reflected glory. Perhaps for some it's a way of connecting with the history of their country or area or ethnicity. Perhaps there are more intimate, familial reasons.
Personally, I'm immune if not hostile to the whole idea, if for no other reason than I was born and partially raised in one of the most anti-monarchist, anti-nobility areas of Italy, a hot bed of anarchism and socialism/communism. We sort of imbibe hatred of our local robber-barons, the Malatesta, with our mother's milk. :) Like a lot of people I didn't do my family tree, although I was pressured to fill in some of the gaps, and finding that name scattered about in my mother's line was not welcome. However, it's probably just retainers who took the name, and even if some are actually descended from that family, as you say, the likelihood I inherited any DNA from them is remote to nil. The only very distant ancestor whom I find rather intriguing is a supposed "pirate" who was based around Venezia and supposedly preyed on Ottoman ships. He played the game incorrectly, annoying the authorities, and had to hotfoot it up to the refuge of the mountains. Now him I would have liked to have met, but not because any of his genes are necessarily in me.
I'm very attached to the people of my ancestral areas, and identify with them and their culture, but I'm really not interested in any of the people in my tree other than the ones I knew or at least heard a great deal about who are not too far removed in time.
As for "cousins", I have twenty-four first cousins on my father's side, some of whom I love dearly, and some of whom I can't stand. I don't need any more. :) For that matter, everybody in my ancestral villages is no doubt a "cousin" of some sort or another. In my experience, the people I've adored are sometimes my "blood" relatives, and often they're not. It's the heart that rules.