Come to think of it, maybe there are mostly nomads in the United States now, because people are so mobile! Blame it on the trains, the airlines, and the lure of "the grass is greener" on the other side of the country (except for Phoenix)! :sarcasm:
I am of Jewish (Semitic) heritage, and so were my three (count 'em!) husbands! My parents were both born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania (they moved to Miami, Florida when I was three... does that make them nomads?) They didn't produce any more children, but I am a second generation American who raised her family (and three stepkids, too) in New York, Miami, Hendersonville, North Carolina, and finally Boston. My daughter's grandmother used to call her "the gypsy" because we were always moving around.
My husband was born in Brockton, Massachusetts. However, my husband's father was from Russia and he spoke Russian, broken English and Yiddish. Hubby's mother was born in Brooklyn, NY; her father and mother were from Roumania.
Thinking about what you have said, my husband and I don't have much ability to trace the generations further than three back. He found his father's name in a ship's manifest on the Ellis Island site. I could only find my maternal grandmother, who came to America with her family when she was two years old. My natural grandmother died in childbirth and little is known about her. My grandfather married her younger sister, who was living in -- of all places -- Orlando, Florida in the early 1900s! Wow, I wish I could have known more about "Grandma Ruth," but we were separated by distance.
Our great-grandfathers and great-grandmothers all were from Eastern Europe: All moved to the United States during the early 1900s, driven out by the Czar(s) of Russia, or the "darkening clouds" of Nazism from Czechoslovakia, Hungary, and Roumania. My ex-husband, the one that passed away, was from Danzig, Freistag (a Free State at that time) now part of Poland. He came here with his parents when he was three or four.
Actually, it's ironic that I've known more about my AKC pedigreed dogs than my own history -- at the time I was raising and breeding Boston Terriers and Cocker Spaniels, we always drew up a six-generation pedigree for breeding or puppy-selling purposes!
Thank you so much for your kind comments about my deceased ex-spouse. He always loved New England, and especially Vermont (he was raised in a dark and claustrophobic little apartment in Washington Heights, NY). Like me, raised in Miami, he took pleasure in a four season climate, and he was an intermediate skiier. We thought about moving to Stowe, Vermont in the 1960s -- and even to Maggie Valley, North Carolina in 1970. But there was no real way to support ourselves in these rural areas.
However, it was the present wife (widow) who actually helped him get his life together in Ludlow, Springfield (where they were in business), and finally South Hero, Vermont.
In peace,
Radio_Lady