I have just received a veddy veddy formal notification that I have been accepted into the Sons of the American Revolution (SAR) through a maternal great great great great great (are there five greats?) grandfather. Hazzah! Hazzah! Yea, me!
Much smaller than the DAR, the SAR, nevertheless, exists. I now have added yet one more reason for my mother to talk me up to her bridge buddies at the Senior Center.