My mother was the daughter of an immigrant Swede.

Her name was Hilda Tonnesson.

My father was Chauncey Standing, of old American stock.

He traced back to Alfred Standing, an indentured servant, or slave if you please, who was transported from England to the Virginia plantations in the days that were even old when the youthful Washington went a-surveying in the Pennsylvania wilderness.
A son of Alfred Standing fought in the War of the Revolution; a grandson, in the War of 1812.

There have been no wars since in which the Standings have not been represented.