For a delightful gift this past Christmas, my husband bought the 23 & Me Kit so I might determine my ancestry origins. It’s been a joke in our family for some time with Gary being 100% Italian and me, well, I’m 100% Southern. It’s like being a mixed breed without papers. Don’t get me wrong, I love being a southern girl and I know all of our ancestors originated in Europe, but specifics would be nice.
So, the kit was given as a gift and I proceeded to spit myself into oblivion in order to fill up a test tube of salvia without bubbles! It took a while. We carefully boxed up my precious spit and sent it off into the abyss hoping it would arrive in tact and that someone really knew what they were doing with the contents.
Then we waited. I received emails calculating what was happening with my non-bubbly spit and finally the email arrived with the results. And the answer? I’m 73.6% British and Irish! Go figure! That is a very high percentage for both of those countries. Although French and German had an 11.6% rate (I knew about the German because of my maiden name), it’s the United Kingdom and Ireland that flows through these veins with that southern cherry on top.
As a consequence, I feel indebted to celebrating St. Patrick’s Day this year. Never before have I donned those crazy shamrocks, purchased the green milkshake at MacDonald’s or eaten corned beef and cabbage, but I think I’m going all out this year being part Irish, and all. In case you hear a rendition of Danny Boy, it just might be me giving a shout out to my fellow blokes!
And no wonder I’ve always loved hearing the British speak in their native dialect. We share DNA! Ever heard a southerner speak with a British accent? Me neither, but I exercise with a group at the Y and one of the gentlemen in our class is British. I’m going to strike up a conversation with him next week being that we are co-British genetic code holders! After visiting London a few years ago, I concluded the food needed a little assistance. Now that I’m British certified through genetics maybe they wouldn’t mind a few cooking lessons from a southerner. We could serve their yogurt a bit cooler, splash homemade gravy on their meat and mound up pancakes with whipped cream and powdered sugar!
It’s been a barrel of fun receiving this information and given me a sense of urgency to locate relatives that still might be living in England or Ireland. But I am grateful to have grown up in America; the home my former ancestors struggled to reach; a land overflowing with freedom of religion and an opportunity to own property. But most importantly, I’m grateful to God for giving me the opportunity to be sitting at this computer writing a blog giving Him honor and glory for watching over those men and women in my family’s past generations. They were the brave ones who aided in obtaining the freedoms we enjoy today.
Thank you, Lord, for giving my ancestors safe journeys into a land that would be called America, my home. Whatever DNA I possess it was specifically placed in that precious salvia and labeled for me. Amen!
Enjoy these British cottages, shamrocks and an Irish Blessing!