Family History

So after a few phone calls and an hour or two chatting with family, I've learned some interesting background on my family history that had been previously unknown to me. I had always figured that my family had European roots, and it turns out my heritage lies throughout a couple very different countries.
On my mothers side, it seems that the roots lie in the northern countries of Sweden and Finland. My grandmother's mother was born in Finland, I'm not entirely sure of what area, and came to the U.S. through Ellis Island when she was only twelve. My grandmother's father was born next door in Sweden, and also came through Ellis island. Both of the families settled in Hoquiam, Washington, which is where my grandmother's parents met. My grandfather's parents came through a different route. His family moved across the Atlantic to Canada, where they stayed for awhile until they moved south to the Ballard area of Seattle. However, digging back a few generations, five to be exact, bring up some interesting facts. Apparently my grandfather five generations back, was a member of the royal family in Sweden. He was a prince, but not in line for the throne (another brother was). He remained a part of this family until he fell in love with a scullery maid, and was banished from the family, becoming a cobbler a few years later into life. My grandfather swears that this story is true, and even makes jokes about it, saying we should all call him "HRH" for His Royal Highness. His family remained in Washington, where he met my grandmother in Hoquiam. They eventually moved to Spokane when my mother was young.
My father's side is quite a bit different. His mother's family, my grandmother, seems to have come over to the U.S. in the 1700's from England, with my grandma stating then that she knows she had family in Georgia throughout the 1800's. My grandmother's family slowly made their way across the U.S. until her mother found the small Wenatchee Valley in central Washington, and decided that was to be her home. My grandfather's family also came from Europe in the 1700's with one side having roots in Ireland and the other from Germany and Switzerland. In fact, the side of the family from Ireland was forced to leave because of the Potato Famine, trying to remove themselves from the life or death situation. They planted themselves in Tennessee. The German side came across as a result of the Anti-baptist movement, where they were trying to avoid religious persecution, and eventually settled in Ohio, where they became migrant workers. My great-grandmother on my fathers side actually moved across the southern U.S. in a wagon in the early 1900's when she was a child as her father tried to find work. My grandfathers family soon found themselves in Missouri, where they settled down and bought land for farming. My grandfather inherited it in his early twenties, but was forced to give it up in order to go to school and raise his children. My father's family moved to Spokane when he was in kindergarten, as my grandfather had found a job as a teacher.
I had always heard stories about my ancestors from my grandparents on both sides of my family, but I had no idea that diving into one's own history would be so satisfying. It seemed to bring a deeper connection to my grandparents and I, and will most definitely provide an interesting conversation topic for many meetings to come. I'm proud of my heritage, and this has made my family seem much more exciting than I believed it to be in the first place.