Topic > American familyWhat is a typical American? What is generally considered a typical American is that your family has lived here for years and years and you don't personally know who immigrated here. Along with this, your family has shaped itself into this typical view without traditions and "foreign" things. Many people in my class can talk about their relatives who speak another language or have immigrated here. I don't have anything like that, so I'll tell you about mine. According to Blauner: Members of an ethnic group retain a set of common memories that make them feel distinctive about their customs, culture and perspectives. My family doesn't pass down stories or anything. No real customs passed down, no immigrant stories. Takaki thinks everyone should be educated in all the culture that makes America so diverse. I don't really have a culture. My family has more or less assimilated into traditional mainstream American. As far as I know, I am Irish, German and Native American. Where or when they got together, I don't know. Randall Bass says: Individuals derive their sense of identity from their culture, and cultures are belief systems that determine how people live their lives. Well, I have my story. I'll start by talking about my mother's side of my family. As far as I know, both of my grandparents grew up and lived in Detroit. They also raised my mother and uncle there. My grandmother stayed at home while my grandfather repaired planes. It's quite interesting because he was in World War II also repairing fighter planes. They were quite wealthy and had a boat on the river. Their background is Irish and German. Even though they personally never told me there was German in it, I'm making an educated guess because the last name (Volkening) sounds really German. My father's side is German and Native American. I have been told that I have relatives in Germany with the same surname even though I have never met them nor know their names. My grandmother also stayed at home and worked in the factory. They also lived in Detroit and raised my father and my two uncles in a two-bedroom house. My father slept in the laundry room next to the water heater because there wasn't enough room in the other two rooms. My parents both met in Detroit and lived there for about twenty years. Both of my parents worked in college to help pay for each other's tuition.