Here's a quirky Irish ancestry story for ya...

After spending her entire life thinking she was full-blooded Welsh, a few years ago my mother discovered that her father was Irish.

Yeah, after all this time, my grandmother finally spilled the beans!

From what I've gathered, my grandfather deserted Ireland during WWI only to end up fighting in WWII.

When he moved to Wales (during WWI), he changed his name from "Hitt" to "Hill" and changed his identity.

My poor mom grew up thinking her real last name was Hill all her life.

I guess this makes me part Irish.

So happy St. Patrick's day to all my Irish kin folk.

Also, Happy belated St. David's Day to all my Welsh brethren as well!