I said it out loud to those who are giving me the nudge “as long as you keep giving me information….I will keep going.” They are most certainly keeping their end of the bargain.
The rumor I have never been able to prove was on my grandmother’s side. The line that was supposed to lead to Cherokee brought me Scotland. I haven’t found any Native blood on her side. I was more surprised to find Cherokee on my grandfather’s side. When you have a 4th great uncle named War Jack…it’s bound to get interesting. I need to prove a few more things before I go all crazy with the names. I found a test on Gedmatch that gives an estimate of Native American DNA, it turns out that I am .75% Native American. Not a whole percent but close. I’m mostly sure where it comes from, I just have to find a way to verify her parents. The name I found is a pretty big chief so I am leery to believe it right off the bat. I will report back.
I don’t know if you remember this or not but I looked for information on my grandmother’s brother last time I was on Ancestry a few years ago. I could never find a thing, I couldn’t even find him. I knew he killed his wife, I knew her name, I knew he did time but I couldn’t find anything. One of his people…I’m guessing a grandchild is now doing some research and shared the newspaper article, well…the second half of the article but still. It turns out…not only did he shoot his wife…he shot her four times….in the head….in front of her four children…holy moly!!! She was only 24 years old. This was back in 1951, my mom wasn’t even 5 months old. He did time but didn’t serve a life sentence because my aunt remembers him coming to visit my grandmother. It’s just another wild story to add to the story of my gene pool.
The weather has been absolutely beautiful the last two days! Tomorrow is supposed to make it to 65 degrees…I may have to put on shorts and sit in the back yard. So far that’s my plan for half day Wednesday…I guess only time will tell….Zia