I have always been fascinated with the idea of wondering where my ancestors came from. It would be so cool to think my great-great-great-great-great grandparents were involved in some important event in history. Yet, when I asked my parents if they knew where our ancestors were from, they said they didn’t know. It just wasn’t something discussed growing up. That coupled with the fact that both of my grandfathers were dead before I was born, I thought that’d be a mystery of my life forever.
And then, Y2k happened! Or someat hing like that. Instead of computers “being dumb” and not knowing what number comes after 1999, technology became smarter and somewhat spooky. Thanks to other people wanting to know their family history and people being scientific marvels, DNA kits became available to be shipped to people’s homes.
This is where my “sucker for a good deal” label on my forehead came into play. A few weeks ago I stumbled upon the show “Who Do You Think You Are?” Yes, I was clearly late to this party since it has been on tv for about 5 years. Anywho, I got hooked as I decided to binge watch it. With each passing episode, I really wanted to find my ancestors’ roots. Alas, a commercial for a DNA kit from ancestry.com appeared with the low, low price of $79 on my tv screen. With a few clicks of my cellphone buttons (like cellphones have buttons now…), I ordered my kit. Soon, I would know if it was English, English, or English! Within 5 business days, this lovely kit appeared in my mailbox.
I couldn’t wait to see where my ancestors had traveled from to make it to America. I wanted to immediately dive into the kit, but the kit said I had to wait at least 30 minutes after eating or drinking to give my sample. Since I had been sipping on a Diet Coke on my ride home from school, I knew I had to wait. Fast forward an hour later…
My sample and kit were ready to be sent off to the lab! It was pretty simple to follow the steps. It says only 1/4 teaspoon of spit was needed. I’m pretty sure the amount is closer to a tablespoon! It seems like so much spit to see where my family came from. It still amazes me that all the answers are in that little vile.
So, who do I think I am? First and foremost, a southern belle. I’m a pretty proud American too. While working on my family tree, I have found out that the Black clan has been in Carolina since roughly 1780. Before our Tarheel and Sandlapper days, we were lovers in Virginia starting in the year 1760. But what about before that? So far, I haven’t been able to find documentation of where the Black clan began. But pretty soon (6-8 weeks to be exact), this little vile of spit will give me the answers. So, for right now, I’m still wondering, “who DO I think I am?”