People, culture and life
It makes no difference who our ancestors were except for the factors of how their determination or the genetic defects affect us. This is the only thing I strive to find out when I do testing and research. For if there is something that is consecutive in one line or prevalent I want to know to expand on research.
My only connections are trying to find out ways to either protect myself or to understand their grit in continuing in life. As for the tawdry reminders that my line was nobility of a certain type of people or if I was just the speck of the earth, it matters not.
For me I know I am a mutt. I can trace my lines back to before the crusades and what brought them here to America. I know several things about my family lines but only thing I am really researching are the current ones.
I knew nothing about my father's side. Only for the fact that I didn't have much connection to him. I ruled him out of my life long ago. Similar to those in his family.
So in doing my research I found out about many oddities in his line as well as the many connecting people I am cousin to. The accomplishments they made. Yet to many that would be interesting but I am not really wanting to know their accomplishments. I am looking for the people.
Odd that connecting myself to a man I never really knew was hard enough. Even more so digging in the lives of deceased people. So many closed doors and yet so many glimmers of light too.
Finding out just how weird I am through a DNA test. Even more so is that some things explained to me via testing is overruled by the ancestor name.
Truth is that I am 33% Europe West; 26% Ireland; 21% Scandinavia; 14% Great Britian; 3% Italy/Greece; 2% Iberian Peninsula and 1% Caucasus. Yet the interesting parts are that just in my father's family the Native American that they were so proud to be was proved through the research of names. Most were traders that married into the culture and had children. This is why I am so tangled.
Yet the biggest parts that were pushed in my life were the Scottish, the Irish, the Native American and the French gypsies. So the understated need to research my history.
This mass confusion of my upbringing brought me to wonder. Then looking at the genetic makeup I have. So for me I continue in that aspect.
Sure I have a few roadblocks and they are severely tragic but I continue where I can so I can understand how and what I can do to improve my situations in life.
Still the childhood memories of my ladies tartan dress, long and with sash brings me to wonder over the motto Veritas Vincit (Truth conquers) that has been drilled into me. Even the constant goings to The Games.
Still the question is how does that affect me? How does that make me who I am today? I don't think it changes me much. Today most of the way I am are from my choices and some via my upbringing. Yet am I connected to the Marshall, Marshal or Marshel line? Only via namesake. I don't know who these people are because they kept so much of themselves private.
The only reason I am digging now is because my genetic makeup. Doctors asking me about grandparents, aunts and uncles. I just can't answer those questions. So I had to wait because no one wanted to talk about anyone. I waited until I was the last of my line.
And now, just yesterday I received information that floored me. Helped me put parts of my puzzle together. I must say every day I get that glimpse of light in a dark tunnel. Even the doors are locked tight but there is light under the doorway. So I have to find a way to open the door.
This is what makes me research. I want to know. For the benefit of uncovering the health issues my family and I have. Truly a remarkable journey.
Makes me think of that 23 and me commercial where the young girl goes to various areas just to connect with the people who are the percentages of who she is. Fascinating. Even more so is going to a town where family of old was established and still carries the name, being told you are cousins. Even more a fun adventure.
So that is my journey. It isn't the clothing persay or the culture but the people. To have just a moment of ah. Even if it is within yourself.
So whether you are thoroughly one culture or a mixed up tangle like me just feel the connection to people not just materialistic things. Find who you are. Find out what life and research is for you.
And be happy you are who you are.
For me, every day is a new discovering in my line. A new bit of research I must tackle, gratefully.
It all comes down to one thing though, we are all God's children.
My only connections are trying to find out ways to either protect myself or to understand their grit in continuing in life. As for the tawdry reminders that my line was nobility of a certain type of people or if I was just the speck of the earth, it matters not.
For me I know I am a mutt. I can trace my lines back to before the crusades and what brought them here to America. I know several things about my family lines but only thing I am really researching are the current ones.
I knew nothing about my father's side. Only for the fact that I didn't have much connection to him. I ruled him out of my life long ago. Similar to those in his family.
So in doing my research I found out about many oddities in his line as well as the many connecting people I am cousin to. The accomplishments they made. Yet to many that would be interesting but I am not really wanting to know their accomplishments. I am looking for the people.
Odd that connecting myself to a man I never really knew was hard enough. Even more so digging in the lives of deceased people. So many closed doors and yet so many glimmers of light too.
Finding out just how weird I am through a DNA test. Even more so is that some things explained to me via testing is overruled by the ancestor name.
Truth is that I am 33% Europe West; 26% Ireland; 21% Scandinavia; 14% Great Britian; 3% Italy/Greece; 2% Iberian Peninsula and 1% Caucasus. Yet the interesting parts are that just in my father's family the Native American that they were so proud to be was proved through the research of names. Most were traders that married into the culture and had children. This is why I am so tangled.
Yet the biggest parts that were pushed in my life were the Scottish, the Irish, the Native American and the French gypsies. So the understated need to research my history.
This mass confusion of my upbringing brought me to wonder. Then looking at the genetic makeup I have. So for me I continue in that aspect.
Sure I have a few roadblocks and they are severely tragic but I continue where I can so I can understand how and what I can do to improve my situations in life.
Still the childhood memories of my ladies tartan dress, long and with sash brings me to wonder over the motto Veritas Vincit (Truth conquers) that has been drilled into me. Even the constant goings to The Games.
Still the question is how does that affect me? How does that make me who I am today? I don't think it changes me much. Today most of the way I am are from my choices and some via my upbringing. Yet am I connected to the Marshall, Marshal or Marshel line? Only via namesake. I don't know who these people are because they kept so much of themselves private.
The only reason I am digging now is because my genetic makeup. Doctors asking me about grandparents, aunts and uncles. I just can't answer those questions. So I had to wait because no one wanted to talk about anyone. I waited until I was the last of my line.
And now, just yesterday I received information that floored me. Helped me put parts of my puzzle together. I must say every day I get that glimpse of light in a dark tunnel. Even the doors are locked tight but there is light under the doorway. So I have to find a way to open the door.
This is what makes me research. I want to know. For the benefit of uncovering the health issues my family and I have. Truly a remarkable journey.
Makes me think of that 23 and me commercial where the young girl goes to various areas just to connect with the people who are the percentages of who she is. Fascinating. Even more so is going to a town where family of old was established and still carries the name, being told you are cousins. Even more a fun adventure.
So that is my journey. It isn't the clothing persay or the culture but the people. To have just a moment of ah. Even if it is within yourself.
So whether you are thoroughly one culture or a mixed up tangle like me just feel the connection to people not just materialistic things. Find who you are. Find out what life and research is for you.
And be happy you are who you are.
For me, every day is a new discovering in my line. A new bit of research I must tackle, gratefully.
It all comes down to one thing though, we are all God's children.
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