Oh, and what about that Cherokee DNA claim? Everyone in the family knows the story of my great-great-something grandfather, a wild young man living on the edge of Indian territory, who stole a woman from the local Cherokee settlement and galloped away, had the whole tribe after him, yadda yadda.
Well, based on my test results (and a few of my siblings' test results), that was likely a story made up of whole cloth. I have no Native American DNA whatsoever in my profile. My brother, however, has a smattering of African DNA, which might suggest there are some other family stories nobody ever passed on. I'd like to hear about them.
Anyway, I also have about 18% English ancestry, which wasn't all that surprising. But the big surprise was the Irish ancestry: 31%. My genetic background is almost a third Irish. I'm as much Irish as I am Swedish. Who knew? But come to think of it, my dad's side of the family does have some very Irish-sounding surnames. Plus that's the side of the family tree that don't branch out much (say this with a Tennessee accent for the full effect), so it's very possible that the families that came over from Ireland who-knows-how-many generations ago largely kept that set of genetic markers undisturbed through intermarriage.
(Still trying to puzzle out that 1% Melanesian DNA result, though. Huh.)
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Speaking of boiling, off to cook some corned beef and cabbage and tatties. Because reasons. Tasty, tasty reasons.
ETA: This was the first year we made colcannon instead of potatoes. I think they're a once-a-year indulgence, though. So much butter. SO much cream. heck yeah.