Since I’m adopted, I never knew exactly where my people were from. So, I adopted my family’s history (proudly Scottish). Kilts. The Loch Ness Monster. Braveheart.
I went all in. I said ‘wee,’ a lot, I learned to recite Robbie Burns poems and I got all weepy when I heard Amazing Grace on the bagpipes. Although, seriously, who doesn’t?
When I was younger, I actually went to my adopted ancestral home. North Queensferry. Scotland.
We went into the local bar, asked if they knew anything about my family, and, being from the Old World (and a pub in Scotland), everyone seemed to know something.
Not that I could understood much of what they said (hey, it was a bar in Scotland where people speak a very strange version of English), but they knew about my family, my history and the lore of my home. Back in the old country, they nurtured a great love of ancestry and history.
It was one of my most favourite memories. But that’s another blog all together.
However, I always wondered… what was in my DNA? Where did I really come from? Are all the silly things I do and love determined by my blood? Am I an alien?
Now, sure, I could have searched my adoption records, but that’s a can of worms I’d like to leave unopened and buried in my backyard of avoidance. So when Ancestry.ca offered a service that would explain what I am, I thought, why not?
So, for Christmas, The-prettiest-girl-in-the-world bought me a kit. I gathered a sperm sample, a lock of my hair and a pint of blood. After filling the sample tube with all three, I read the instructions and learned all they needed was a bit of spit.
But after cleaning out the tube, I gave them what they needed, sent it off and waited. 7 weeks later, I got the results.
I would have guessed 50% Northern European due to my ability to endure sitting in a freezing ice-hockey arena for hours without getting cold. 25% Aboriginal due to my facial bone structure. 10% English due to my love of fish and chips. 10% German due to my love of organizing things and wanting to conquer the world. 5% Irish due to a weird spiritual experience I had with the smell of burning peat.
Anyone want to take a guess?
Great way to leave me guessing Joe! I will be thinking about your answer so don’t take too long to tell us!
I will reveal all on Thursday! What’s your heritage, Karalee?
Damn you and your cliffhangers. There ought to be a blog post about cliffhangers…..grrrrhh.
But, fine, I’ll take a stab. Welsh.
I am guessing there’s some Irish in there (isn’t there a little Irish in everyone?)
Apparently, my guess didn’t post. I guessed Welsh.