A few months ago, when Ancestry DNA informed me that I was no longer predominantly Irish, I felt a huge sense of relief. It was before St. Patrick’s Day and the denouement of the “fact” that I’m predominantly Scots meant I didn’t have to worry about wearing green, cooking and eating corned beef and cabbage (yuck), or any of the rest of it. But then…
Ancestry updated its update and wouldn’t you know it? I’m Irish again and hardly Scots at all. That said, I can return again to screaming like a banshee when I’m hurt, walking the narrow trail wit me Shillelagh and weeping over the poetry of William Butler Yeats.
It’s very cool that now that Ancestry can also let me know what DNA came from which parent. Parent 2 in my chart is obviously me da’ whose ma was Swedish, 100%, and Parent 1 is obviously me ma as me gran had ancestors from Switzerland.
They also offer an explanation about why the DNA of siblings might be different. I’d talk that over wit’ me brother, but obviously… Another good thing about being Irish again is I can continue to have a dark, acerbic sense of humor.
I’m just slightly more than mildly curious about this stuff, so I haven’t followed the progress in DNA research, etc. These developments are new to me, interesting, but not important. The most interesting bit of my ancestry came from another test I took that gave me my Haplogroup which, it happens, is the very close to that of Ötzi, the Ice Man from the Tyrol. Even if it’s not true, I’m going with it because I can’t think of any place I would rather have my maternal family originate. It’s likely, though, as they have been traced to that very region of the world. So, in Ötzi’s honor, I’m now riding the bike-to-nowhere on the Ötzal road. Family matters, right?
The Otzal road is amazingly beautiful on the Bike the World video I am watching. And why am I doing that? Well, I have a dream. I wrote about it a couple of weeks ago in “Meandering, Zoomorphic Post.” Although I still haven’t found anyone willing to join me, I’m not giving up. The Mineral Belt Trail is an 11 mile loop trail at an elevation somewhat higher than here. I am not daunted by the distance, but I’m a bit daunted by the altitude. In any case, I’m training.