I’m not any closer to figuring out my biological father, but that doesn’t mean I’m giving up. Even though a lot of people have said that I should. I can’t, I’ve invested too much time and sanity. It gets more confusing all of the time, though. For instance, my best match on my father’s side and I have a distant cousin who shares sixth great grandparents with me on my mother’s side. Not as bad as some who have the same set of great, great grandparents twice for one parent, but I digress. That person and I are related so their great, great grandparents are likely mine, too.
Through this process I have learned that there’s a politically correct term for inbreeding. Why? If you’re inbred it’s not your fault, why are you offended? Seriously! Unless you met your spouse at the family reunion. Then you shouldn’t be upset if someone points out that your children share more DNA than they should. Am I right?
I have also learned that with a lot of endogamy (I learned the word, I may as well use it) you can match up to ninth cousins and up. Guess what I have! Yup. Ninth cousins. Lots of them. From all branches.
I have also learned that not all grandmother’s sat around the house cooking, cleaning, and knitting back in the day. Think about how many people find out they share zero DNA with a parent or a grandparent. That’s because someone was keeping someone else’s bed warm. I’m starting to think, when looking at my own tree, how many of those ten kids weren’t really the husband’s kids. Especially when there’s a long dry spell. I know my own ancestors may think it one day, there’s a seven year gap between my first and second. I have no idea why, it just happened that way. Our last showed up two years after our second so I tend to think that God has a sense of humor. “Look, you’re done! Not! Okay, now you’re done. Haha! Here’s another one.” Number three is our absolute last, but I’m getting off topic.
Anyway, so I am still trying to sort everything out and try to narrow it down, but its ridiculous. Between the not matching my closest relatives grandpa (I match her grandma), the extensive endogamy, and running around, it’s a mess. Hence the picture I chose for my mess that I call my family tree. I may not know these people, but I have love for them because we share a history, a bloodline. I just hope to one day figure out all of the pieces so I can walk where they walked, see what they saw. It amazes me that a lot of the places I have loved over the years has one of my ancestors roots planted there. I’m not even kidding. These aren’t big places either, they’re little hole in the wall towns today, imagine what they were two hundred years ago.
Thank you for visiting and reading my ramblings. I hope to write more here, but I have been focusing on my camping blog and my ancestry. I won’t give up on this blog for the same reason I won’t abandon my search, it’s too important to me.