I am more fascinated by history now than I was in school. I believe it’s more because of the way it’s taught, facts, dates, names, places not the story itself. Anyway, a few years back I decided to look into genealogy and see what my family history held. You always hear, be careful you might find a skeleton. Well I did.
I’ve known since the first grade that my dad was not my birth father. Thanks to the kids on the bus who also informed me there was no Santa Claus at the same time. Smile! However, my mother had been married at 16, widowed at 17 (WWII) so she told me he was my birth father. Needless to say I was a bit surprised when I received their marriage certificate and his death certificate the same day. OOPs He was killed a full year before I was born.
I spent several years and countless dollars searching, questioning and no one acknowledged knowing his name. They ALL knew, said she kept saying she was going to tell me someday. Well someday never came as she was dead by the time I found out. I thought at the time that no way would God let me not find out. I Thought I might know but no confirmation. So to make a long story short, I decided I’d never know and was alright with that.
I decided to take the #AncestryDNA test to continue my genealogy research. To find how where I originated from as we had been told our grandmother was Native American. When I received the results, 93% Great Britain. The test also will connect you genetically to others who have done the test in your family tree and confirm the link. It will tell you how many generations and how you’re linked.There were two women who were Extremely High connection – possibly first cousins. One of the women and I began to correspond, asking questions to see how as she was not someone from my ancestry that I recognized. After several emails she says “I’m Your Sister”.
I was shocked, I never even considered I might find my birth father when I did the test. But after several emails, looking into the DNA markers that said we were half siblings, I was convinced. After looking at the picture of her dad she had put online even more so. I sent the information and picture to my four sons and immediately one of them and his wife said he looked just like one of them. There is also a striking resemblance to me and one of the grandsons.
There are plans to meet, they’ve sent me more pictures and shared information about him. We have concluded that he never knew, and I do know my mother was shipped to another state by one of her brothers because she was pregnant. Back in the 1940’s this just wasn’t accepted. Her only salvation in the matter was because she was a widow, so not girls home and adoption.
Now I know, still seems surreal, but I’m not surprised God didn’t let me never find out.