One of the things that my grandma (who my husband endearingly calls the mob boss of the family) loves to remind us all is that her family came from Germany. I have (so far) traced back her lineage to my great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandpa, Johannes Reidinger. Yeah, that's seven greats. It was Johannes's son, Stephen Reidinger Sr, who was the first of my Ridinger (the name changed along the line) ancestors to cross to America. He landed in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania on the ship "Adventure". Though my grandma has it set in her head that our family landed on Ellis Island. Ellis is apparently a family name amongst the Ridinger's and she has been putting pressure on all of us grandchildren to keep it going to remember where we landed...but we didn't even land there. Cue dramatic eye roll.
I get requests a few times a year to assist other genealogy dweebs work on their trees. I seem to be able to find things that other people can't. It's a gift, I guess. Today, for instance, I checked my genealogy email for the first time in a few months and I have three new requests for research and pictures. I better get searching!