I did my ancestry a couple years ago, as follows: Southern Italian, Northern Italian, German, English, Spanish, Balkan Region Eastern European, Euro Jewish. Maybe that's why almost all my best friends have been Jewish over the years.
I know my maternal grandmother got off the boat at Ellis Island from a steamship that came from England. I think her parents were German-born, but she was born in England. She died in 1929, so I never knew her. I think the Euro Jewish was on my mother's side of the family. The Spanish must have been on my father's side. My Grandmother's maiden name was Esselborn, and my mom was a cousin to Cora Esselborn, the wife of Yankee Hall of Famer, Phil Rizzuto.
My maternal grandfather was born in NYC to German parents. His parents probably came here in the 1880's. He was an Army Doughboy in WWI, but never saw action, as he apparently arrived in France in late October 1918 as the war was winding down. I have a photo of him in his uniform. My great grandfather owned a barbershop next to the original Madison Square Garden.
My Italian great grandmother's maiden name was LaMorte; Death. Lovely, huh?
The Italian side of the family came here in 1906. My grandfather wound up in Orange, NJ, my grandmother in Port Chester, NY. They were from the same town in Italy and the families knew each other, so a marriage was arranged that lasted 63 years. They were both 19 when they got married. I still have relatives in Port Chester. Unlike many others, our last name was not misspelled at Ellis Island. My Uncle Pasquale Miloro was also in the Army during WWI, and I have most of his uniform, including his coat.
My wife is a real mix; Italian, Irish, French, Dutch, German, English. She had relatives here in the 1600's, so she could join the DAR if she wanted to.
That makes our kids Italian, Irish, German, French, Dutch, English, Spanish, Eastern European and Euro Jewish.
I always wished I had some Native American in my ancestry, but it never happened. Years ago, I used to take my kids to a local Indian Pow-Wow. I went into a seller's booth once and the Native American gentleman manning the booth asked me what tribe I was from. I replied, "Southern Italian."