Bit of an update to this topic: I actually managed to trace my ancestry and man I was mistaken on some heritage things. However, I also uncovered some great things about it.
For one, I am mostly English/Scottish (mother's side) and German (father's side). It explains the last names of my grandparents. Secondly, my heritage is filled mostly with working people, however a few have some significance...
The first ancestor was an English knight named Sir John Curteis, who served at Kirkstall Abbey most of his life in the 14th century. His son, also named Sir John, would become a squire and marry Lady Maria Birdseye. Quite a few generations later, his family would arrive in the New World somewhere in New England. This would lead to my great great great grandfather, named William Wallace Curtis, settling in Montana.
On my father's side, my 4th great grandfather (whom I shall not name for he shares my last name) would come to America in the great migration wave of the 1880's. He was a German.
The most significant of my ancestry, however, was my 9th great grandparents. Part of a Sepratist society in the Netherlands, William and Susanna White joined the rest of the Adventurers on the Mayflower, eager to get to the New World. They would arrive in 1620, and Susanna would give birth to her first son, named Peregrine (my 8th great grandfather) as they finally arrived in Plymouth, Massachusetts. (He would be the first European born in New England.) William White would be one of the men to sign the Mayflower Compact.
Unfortunately in the winter, William White would die of illness and left his wife a widow. She would remarry to Edward Winslow. (Thus, Winslow is my step-9th great grandfather!) Later she and the rest of the colonists would participate in a harvest feast with the Wampanoag people.
So yeah, if you see in any Thanksgiving paintings a woman with a young daughter and son, that's my 9th great grandmother. Needless to say, Thanksgiving has become a very respected holiday in my family now.
Why was this forgotten? Well, my great grandfather, Vernon, was a pretty careless man and didn't care for my grandfather. He died in obscurity and so the family history was lost.
My grandfather lamented to me in 2018 that he knew nothing of his father's ancestry, only the English/Scottish ancestry of his mother, the Curtis/McWaids. I bugged my grandpa's relatives about it and finally got enough information to dig up my great grandfather's birthday and death day, which exploded my search when I used ancestry.com. Needless to say, after showing my grandpa the family tree, he no longer laments.