DNA
For most of my life I thought that I came from Spanish and French people. That is what I always heard and had been told and that is what I told everyone who asked me. I would say it loud and proud because some people would ask what was I "mixed" with. That is all I knew to say.
Fast forward to over 50 years later to the year 2018. I was on Facebook one day and I saw this woman with the same last name as mine. I sent her a message and said that we might be related and she wrote back and said that it was by marriage and gave me her husband's name. Well, turns out that her husband is my cousin on my dad's side. I have a lot of cousins on my dad's side since his parents had 10 children. Most of them I don't know. And now they have kids and their kids have kids and so on and so on. Well, my newly found cousin told me more about our grandfather and said that he was interested in where he came from, his genes. But, my grandfather died before he could really look into it in depth, before all the sites that are available today where you spit and find out where you came from. So, he told me what he knew about our grandfather and where he came from and was born and what he knew about our grandmother. He told me he did the DNA test on a DNA site and he was making a family tree. He said he would let me know what he knew when he found out more about the family. That made me curious to find out myself more about me. So, earlier this year I did the spit test. The test took way longer than I had expected. The first test was lost in transit, so they sent me another one, that one somehow they couldn't process the DNA, by now I was doubting my decision to even do it, so the third test they must have put a rush on it because in about 3 weeks, or maybe that's the norm, I don't know, but nonetheless, in 3 weeks they sent me my results. I was shocked. Nowhere in that test did I see any Spanish or French blood in my DNA the closest thing to French was England and Wales and that made up 30 percent of my heritage. So, I was like well now I know that there is zero Spanish and zero French or France. And only one percent Native American which people have told me was in the family tree too. But, I guess one percent is in there but not as much as they would like to have thought.
So, I check the other things and found some 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th cousins people I had no idea I was related to. Except a couple of first cousins I knew about.
I told my sister my results and she like me was surprised and laughed. It was funny that all this time we were thinking one thing and that thing was totally wrong. But, of course over the generations they didn't know either.
So, one person has reached out, a third cousin to me and told me all the people that she was related to that we have in common. I doubt that anyone else will that hasn't already. But, who knows? Maybe they will or maybe I will. But, it is just a good feeling to know exactly where your family came from and now I have a different story to tell about when people say, "What are you mixed with."
Fast forward to over 50 years later to the year 2018. I was on Facebook one day and I saw this woman with the same last name as mine. I sent her a message and said that we might be related and she wrote back and said that it was by marriage and gave me her husband's name. Well, turns out that her husband is my cousin on my dad's side. I have a lot of cousins on my dad's side since his parents had 10 children. Most of them I don't know. And now they have kids and their kids have kids and so on and so on. Well, my newly found cousin told me more about our grandfather and said that he was interested in where he came from, his genes. But, my grandfather died before he could really look into it in depth, before all the sites that are available today where you spit and find out where you came from. So, he told me what he knew about our grandfather and where he came from and was born and what he knew about our grandmother. He told me he did the DNA test on a DNA site and he was making a family tree. He said he would let me know what he knew when he found out more about the family. That made me curious to find out myself more about me. So, earlier this year I did the spit test. The test took way longer than I had expected. The first test was lost in transit, so they sent me another one, that one somehow they couldn't process the DNA, by now I was doubting my decision to even do it, so the third test they must have put a rush on it because in about 3 weeks, or maybe that's the norm, I don't know, but nonetheless, in 3 weeks they sent me my results. I was shocked. Nowhere in that test did I see any Spanish or French blood in my DNA the closest thing to French was England and Wales and that made up 30 percent of my heritage. So, I was like well now I know that there is zero Spanish and zero French or France. And only one percent Native American which people have told me was in the family tree too. But, I guess one percent is in there but not as much as they would like to have thought.
So, I check the other things and found some 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th cousins people I had no idea I was related to. Except a couple of first cousins I knew about.
I told my sister my results and she like me was surprised and laughed. It was funny that all this time we were thinking one thing and that thing was totally wrong. But, of course over the generations they didn't know either.
So, one person has reached out, a third cousin to me and told me all the people that she was related to that we have in common. I doubt that anyone else will that hasn't already. But, who knows? Maybe they will or maybe I will. But, it is just a good feeling to know exactly where your family came from and now I have a different story to tell about when people say, "What are you mixed with."
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