![]() On hearing talk from friend Arthur about his family, his father being an American neuro-psychologist, I was inspired to look up his genealogy, and we looked it up together, which he liked, and quickly enough I connected him back to Scotland, and even one of those Scots had been born in Australia, and one line of the family was of Czechoslovakia. Arthur's mothers side, which I didn't look into, was Prussian. So, there you are, the excitement of yet more genealogy to absorb in. In talking a while with Luke the artist, I also offered to look at his genealogy, though he was not easy with telling me his real name. Thinking that here was a guy too private to confide details to me, surprisingly he then opened up. He knows nothing of the Irish side of his family, just his dads name, David Thomas Hughes, a catering manager, born in Dublin. This had been looked at by someone else, and nothing of his fathers origins could be found. Maybe, just maybe, there had been illegitimacy. This I did suspect, as Luke has a Middle Eastern kind of look to him. As for his mothers side, the Carlin's, they were factory workers and miners of the north, playing their parts in the Industrial Revolution. Having a good look more at Luke's genealogy, I found something, aha, juicy, that one of his Carlin ancestors had been put in prison for fathering a girls bastard child. The Carlin's were a rough and ready Irish family, which is rather interesting to research. AuthorSusie Harrison and her hobby of genealogy, always looking into her own and her friends family trees.
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I was getting some feedback on Facebook, in the sharing of my autosomal results, particularly from Joan, a fellow Shetlander, who is 100% Oracdian. There are always at least a couple of people who cannot understand this interest in one's personal scientific history and who attempt to make smart retorts. They are always critical types anyway. In this case, Val Wineyard, who says 'we are all 100% human', and Ariel, who wasys 'So that is your body and what of your soul'. AuthorAuthor Susie Harrison and her hobby of genealogy, always looking into her own and her friends family trees. ![]() I settled into updating my friend Liz's genealogy, which she has asked that I do, because everyone else's family histories sound so interesting and hers she finds to be boring. But, I'm sure there must be much of interest in there and will give it another go. And soon enough, I find two stories of interest, both sad. One story was about her great grandparents, not so far back, so maybe a tale she knows. One Sarah Jane Jefferies, who being pregnant by her lover, Joshua James Bennett, married him, only for in that same year, aged only 20, to die of childbirth complications, 9 days after giving birth to Liz's granny Edith. Two years later, Joshua found himself a new wife and had children with her, in another county. Meanwhile, Edith was left to be raised by her grandparents. Edith was baptised, in the same church and on the same day, as when her mother was buried. The other story, also on Sarah Jane's line, goes back to her grandparents, Absolom Harwood and his wife Sarah, who at some point decided to emigrate to America. En route, during the ship journey, their youngest child, Mary, who was a baby, died, and soon, upon reaching America, Absolom also died. And with such back luck on her adventure, Sarah gave up on ideas of a new life out there and returned with her children to England. I worked more on Liz's tree. Somewhere in there, either an ancestor or simply a relation, Charles Butt, was imprisoned for 18 months for bigamy. AuthorSusie Harrison and her hobby of genealogy, always looking into her own and her friends family trees. On checking my emails, I saw that at last my Genographic results were through, oh my, how exciting. And so I found out that I was 1.2% Neanderthal, and just to know that was a joy, and my mtDNA type now had a more sophisticated classification, rather than just being a non-Jewish N1b. It was now an N1b1A2A, a haplogroup which remains a mystery and which being so rare is unresearched - no nearer to it being pinned down to a specific location then. As for my autosomal admixture I am found to be, in total of all components of my DNA, 48% British and Irish, 38% Viking Scandinavian, much of which will be owing to my Shetland Island ancestry, and this also being particularly more than general people of Britain and even Scotland have, 11% Southern European (Mediterranean), and 3% Central Asian. What?! OK, well, aligning this to my genealogy then may be a little confusing. For as far as I can understand the 11% equates to a great grandparent, which means that one of mine then is almost full Italian, Spanish or Greek, and yet according to what I know of my family how can that be. And as far as the 3% Central Asian, that would equate to one of my great great great grandparents. Now if, for instance, this had been where Maria Harrison got her black hair, alabaster complexion and twinkling eyes, then that would be because her mother was fully central Asian. And this is where I begin to wish the location information was more specific and that some raw data had been supplied, which I could over time analyse, but it had not. All was quite pretty but vague, and the zonal areas are so vast. Now, if Maria's mother, Eleanor Caroline Barton, was from west of the Caspian Sea in the classification zone, that would make some sense, in aligning with the Caucasus mountains, or even if south of there, as far down as Armenia. But the zone I'd been appointed was east of the Caspian Sea and north of Tibet, the area of the various 'S'tans', Kazakhstan, Turkestan, etc, historically being of the old Silk Route. Although confusing, this is also exciting and suitably exotic to appeal to me. All was much on my mind throughout the night. It doesn't seem to make sense unless I stray from the map I've so far laid down genealogically. Because I do have Eleanor Caroline Barton's genealogy going further back and all remains English sounding. So one wonders, had a foreign child been brought into the family and adopted as if their own. And as for the maybe Italian or other Mediterranean type great grandparent, I end up thinking of one other possibility, on account of my nanny Eileen's parents only having married when her mother Florence Maxted was nine months pregnant, and with her husband Percy's family having been very lax to accept her: could a Mediterranean seaman, sojourning at the seaport pub where Florence worked as a barmaid, have got her pregnant and then sailed away, never to return. Looking at this DNA result it does now seem quite a possibility. Really, I am stuck when it comes to find out more or being sure of anything. I did dream in the night that my mother was me and I asked her to take the Genographic test too, for then I could make more sense of all, by knowing which half of my autosomal DNA is from her and which from my father. But she had no interest in such things and would not do it. 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