Activated three AncestryDNA kits this weekend - one for my wife and one for each of my parents. This will be the second test for them, as they have already tested at 23andMe. Hoping that by fishing for relatives in another pond, we will discover more clues and relatives.
I was able to show mom & dad this weekend the different number of matches that I had received through AncestryDNA, including many on my paternal side. I've already reached out to some 2nd and 3rd cousins and have encouraged them to upload their results to GEDMatch so we can compare on a chromosome browser.
I've not done much recently with my DNA results, but hope to get back into it now that my new job situation has settled down a bit.
Monday, August 01, 2016
Wednesday, July 27, 2016
Wordless Wednesday: Clemon and Helen (Fisher) Lambertson, 1961
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| Clemon and Helen (Fisher) Lambertson, 1961 |
Colorful Family Stories
The Monday before last, a gathering was held at my parent's house because my uncle & aunt were up from Tennessee and mom wanted to gather all of the cousins together for a cookout. It was a gathering of first cousins on both my Lambertson and Wright side.
It was nice to see everyone again, a few of whom I hadn't seen in quite some time. The best part of the evening for me was the chance to share some stories on the Wright side with my mom's 1st cousins.
Since the house I grew up in used to be the farm house where my great-grandparents, Virgil and Muriel (Pierce) Wright lived, the cousins had memories to share of the farm when it was a working farm as well as tales of my great-grandparents. I have no direct memory of my great-grandparents, and the stories I've received from my mother were not the same memories that her cousins shared - partly because they grew up next door and were at the farm more.
It was interesting to hear that my great-grandfather Virgil told my great-grandmother that he had quit smoking, yet was hiding cigarette cartons out in the grain so he could smoke in the barn, to the stories of great-grandmother testing the cousins urine for blood sugar levels (diabetes runs in the family), before allowing them an ice cream treat. Those type of stories make them a bit more colorful than just names and dates.
It was nice to see everyone again, a few of whom I hadn't seen in quite some time. The best part of the evening for me was the chance to share some stories on the Wright side with my mom's 1st cousins.
Since the house I grew up in used to be the farm house where my great-grandparents, Virgil and Muriel (Pierce) Wright lived, the cousins had memories to share of the farm when it was a working farm as well as tales of my great-grandparents. I have no direct memory of my great-grandparents, and the stories I've received from my mother were not the same memories that her cousins shared - partly because they grew up next door and were at the farm more.
It was interesting to hear that my great-grandfather Virgil told my great-grandmother that he had quit smoking, yet was hiding cigarette cartons out in the grain so he could smoke in the barn, to the stories of great-grandmother testing the cousins urine for blood sugar levels (diabetes runs in the family), before allowing them an ice cream treat. Those type of stories make them a bit more colorful than just names and dates.
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