DNA has become the hot topic of conversation these days. You see it advertised on television just about every day where people express being surprised to find they were part Native American. Still another was surprised to find out they weren't German after all but actually Irish.
I decided that I don't need to do my DNA. I'd been doing genealogy and researching my lineage for so many years that I was sure I knew exactly who I was. My maternal side led me to Germany, Scotland, Ireland with a little bit of Spanish thrown in there. Dad's side took me to England over to the Netherlands and the Mayflower brought me to the new land called Plymouth. Have Irish on dad's side too. I also found some French and few other European countries. Seems that people crossed the border to find their spouse, what a surprise. So why spend money doing my DNA when I already knew all the answers?
Should I be so cocky as to think I know it all? What if I am missing something? The advertising pressure had become just to tempting and bringing some doubt to mind. So what do I do? I broke out my piggy bank and ordered a DNA kit through Ancestry; on sale of course.
It arrived fairly quickly. I opened the small box, read and followed the instructions to the letter. Thank goodness I didn't have to pee in a bottle. I mailed it in the next day and was told to expect an answer in about six weeks. Now I had more time than I cared to, to wonder and worry about what I might find out about me. Has anyone ever been shocked or disappointed about what they learned I wondered.
To my surprise the results returned in about two weeks. Oh boy, here we go as I nervously began reading the results. And guess what? I really did know who I was. I am 100% European. The only new information I found enlightening were the percentages.
The great part of this whole story is that for nine days this past early summer I was privileged to go on an Avalon Cruise down the Rhine River. This nine day journey took me back to where 47% of my western European roots began, Switzerland, France, Germany and the Netherlands. In Germany I came to within 150 miles from where my 3rd gr grandfather, Mathias Roesch, lived along the foothills of the Black Forest. I fell in love with beautiful Germany. A journal was my constant companion writing diligently every day and took over 200 pictures to make sure I would remember it all. It was the most meaningful, wonderful, fulfilling and heartwarming journey of my life.
So go ahead, take the DNA leap, you may be surprised by what you learn.