My family has always emphasized it's Norwegian heritage for my whole life. This means weird jokes about Ole and Lena (thanks Dad), a general knowledge of Norwegian cuisine (lefse* and lutefisk**), and for me a name that is generally mispronounced by most of the population. The actual percentage of Norwegian in my blood is pretty diluted, but it's the only culture that has really hung on in my family.
I am Norwegian via my father's side. My mother's side is pretty much Irish (and some other stuff, of course). My mother has kindly made lefse* claiming no responsibility for any imperfections, even though it's always great, because she lacks the proper heritage.
The other day she received a phone call that threw my mother's image of her heritage on it's ear. She learned that her mother's maiden name McLaughlin means, one who comes from Norway (not confirmed by any scholarly research on my part)! So I have been celebrating, though I am not really sure why, my new found Norwegian info.
I suppose I am enough of a mutt that I have no business claiming any other heritage beyond American, but that's just how I do it I suppose. What's your background?
*Lefse is kind of like a tortilla made from potato. Mine has been veganized and I like it with margarine and a sprinkle of sugar rolled up into a little treat. Die hards would never use sugar.
**Lutefisk is essentially rotten fish, gaaa-roooossss.