…and there I am. My DNA. The basics of everything I am, handed down for generations.
And I am surprised.
English! Scandinavian? IRISH?!? And not a trace of Native American. I really shouldn’t have been surprised.
I suspected the English since my grandmother’s maiden name is Hewlett and that happens to be a town a mere 15 minutes from where I now live. Yes, we founded that town. No, we don’t have the Hewlett money.
Dad gave me a year’s subscription to My Heritage and I’ve been adding people practically daily. Our family tree is up to 1625 people and I have connected with different people with the same links in their trees. The earliest I have been able to go back is a 16th generation Grandfather, William Pepper, born in 1458. It’s so exciting yet frustrating. I try to go through every match (there are hundreds) to see if they are actually part of my heritage but it so slow going. And I’m not getting any hits on any other branch of the tree- MR’s branch is withering and my cousin’s branches are bare. Eventually I’ll have to sit down with those sides of the family and pick some brains.
What’s really exciting (yet frustrating) is that I found my maternal grandfather. He left my mom and sister when they were very young and my mom’s hatred of him was well known. Nana married a nice man who also had a daughter (he died when I was two) so she did have a father figure around. But I was always curious about the missing grandfather and I didn’t dare ask Mom. Anywhoo, I found that he never remarried, did a stint in the Army, moved around a lot and died in 1991. In Staten Island. STATEN ISLAND, so close to me. I could have met him, talked to him. It makes me sad that a piece of me was taken and can never be replaced.
Back to the DNA test. If you can, have it done. I believe it’s accurate because a third cousin of mine had it done and who was on top of the list for possible third cousins according to Ancestry? That same third cousin who had it done as well. Our little DNAs were a match.
So there I am. I knew I was a mutt, but now I know what breeds make up my muttness.
I still like cornbread.