DNA Results

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I’m striving to be a leaf who knows her tree–the roots, the classification, the habitat(s) and her place on the tree.

My DNA results are in, and so I share them here mainly for future family who might be interested. Oh, how I wish my grandparents and 2nd and 3rd grandparents could talk to me through clues, let alone scientific analyses! Was it so much to ask of you guys to jot down a few things? Some crumbs? I would literally be happy for crumbs as in, “What did you like to eat???”

Well, here I am, in nutshell, or pie, as it were:


So as I said on Facebook, I shall be celebrating St. Patrick’s Day like a boss. I believe my height (5’7″ or 5’8″) and my coloring, blonde and blue-eyed, are from the Scandinavian section. Of course, I’m wildly curious about the 1% Northern African, but I doubt I shall ever know what that’s about. And I’m wondering if the Scandinavian part is the Viking influence on Britain.

My own research that has crossed over the proverbial genealogy brick wall leads me to the Netherlands, and that area is part of the Western Europe slice of the pie. I expected the slice to be bigger, but I’ve come to understand the passing of DNA a little better now than before.

Please check out this fruit chart I swiped from a video by Ancestry.com explaining how we inherit our stuff.

fruit  Note the two sets of fruity grandparents at the top. Each person passes half of his/her DNA. So grandma on the far left there, she passed along the strawberry and the melon. She did not pass on the orange and the apple. Most people are under the impression that she would’ve passed half of each of her four fruits to her child. Not so. This does not negate any research that shows that Grandma did indeed come from the land where oranges grow; that remains true. The person at the bottom simple did not inherit the orange, so he is less orange-y. Interestingly, the sibling of the person at the bottom might have inherited the orange. That’s why sibs don’t always look alike.

But one thing is for sure, I’m more than half British. I believe that is owed to the Batt (paternal) and Garrett (maternal) lines. I am blaming them for my rosacea because pink cheeks seem very British to me. The Deckers and Delks are the West European and Netherlands influence.

So now what? Ancestry.com offers tips on cousins according to DNA and trees that we have created. I’m just beginning to find those and have sent some messages, but so far, no informational doors have swung wide open.

I spent hours today looking for any tidbit on my great grandma and her father. Her name was Addie Lucinda Berry Batt, and her death certificate lists George Berry as her dad. I believe they lived in Cuyahoga County, OH, but after phone calls and inquiries on Ancestry.com, I have hit the wall. No one seems to be searching for this one branch of my family. Don’t worry, ancestors, I’m looking for you. Love, your granddaughter.

* Addie and me. If I were squinting here, my eyes would slant down just like that, and my cheeks and nose look very similar. My chin is also starting to do that age thing. I’m your girl, Addie!

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Time Capsule: The Fire. And the Rest of the Reflection.

Yesterday morning, my heart was soaring. I had surpassed my running goal!  I was celebrating!

By 2:00pm, my heart was crashing. We were eating in a restaurant when we got a call that my daughter’s and son-in-law’s shop where he creates beautiful guitars was burning.

I love my son-in-law. To see him watch his dream burn when we arrived was awful. He is 25, and he has building this dream since he was 15. In addition, this is a loss of income, of course. Five trucks and several vehicles, frantic phone calls on the way, billowing smoke columns seen from miles away, even to us as we drove there with our hearts in our throats–a nightmare.

Today, my sweet son-in-law posted this status on Facebook: “The Lord gives, and the Lord takes away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.”

So as I prepare to enter my second time capsule post, “My 10 Disappointments in 2014,” as part of a year-end reflection, let’s just say that 2014 went out with a bang AND a whimper. Here are a few pics. My son-in-law is in the brown coat.

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Won’t all of the other disappointments pale in comparison? Even so, I’m going to record what I had previously noted for this exercise:

9. I neglected to register for a half-marathon.

8. I didn’t keep up with journaling or blogging.

7. My weight crept up, which proves you can’t outrun what you eat.

6. I didn’t read as much as I would have liked, but I will add here that I did add East of Eden to my Top Ten Favorite Books list.

5. Extended family issues remain unresolved.

4. Anxiety receded for a while and then returned for no rhyme or reason.

3. I became lazy about eating well, especially in December.

2. I didn’t always respond well to certain people who trigger negative feelings.

1. I missed quite a bit of church.

Three Game-Changers:

3. I quit my job at Youth for Christ to care for my mom and Josie better.

2. Mom began to require more care.

1. Josie became much more mobile. She is currently 23 months old.

Three Things I Focused On:

3. Eating gluten free. This has greatly improved my psoriasis and eczema.

2. Running.

1. Genealogy

Three Things I Forgot:

3. To drink more water, which means any water at all, because I cannot seem to remember to drink, even with meals. I’ve been this way my whole life.

2. To take statin meds. Gulp. My yearly physical is in one week–that should prove whether I truly need them or not.

1. To take my supplements, which is important because they, too, affect my skin issues.

Reflection: Plans for Next Year?

I would like to keep this question in mind throughout the year: “Three months from now, how will I thank myself for this decision?”

I would like to focus on memorizing scripture.

I’d like to jot down thoughts about my favorite daily devotional which I read every morning before getting out of bed unfortunately entitled, Jesus Calling. 

I’d like to be more regular with posting. After all, how much harder can it be than status updates?

This is a big one: I’d like to break away from sugar, specifically Peanut M&Ms, my downfall. But also I’m watching hidden sugars in yogurts, etc.

I must drink more water. I MUST! KIDNEYS! SKIN!

Register for a half-marathon.

Devote time to scanning and saving family photos and genealogy research.

Complete the book challenge I started on Pinterest.

Run 750 miles in 2015.

So here we go. It’s January 1, 2015. The Lord gives, and the Lord takes away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.





Time Capsule Contents: Contemplating the Recent Past and Near Future

Remember I said I would post about genealogy but also about contemporary things to leave a record for discovery 200 years from now? Well, this post is the first in what I’ll call the “Time Capsule” category.

It’s New Year’s Eve. What do we do? Reflect. Project. Regret. Hope.

This prompt for reflection is what I used to help me summarize 2014:



This post is dedicated to the 10 highlights:

10. Taking Josie for Christmas photos. She was in a great mood and tried to take direction from the photographer. When was the last time anyone heard of a 22 month-old taking directions like, “Can you put your hands on your hips?” when the child doesn’t know what a hip is? It was hilarious and completely sweet. I’ll never forget it, and I have photographs that I cherish with all my heart.

9. I finally heard my name spoken, by her own volition and and creation, “Nana.” OK, so it’s not unique. It’s a baby’s way to say “Grandma.” I’ll take it. Never did anything sound so sweet to me since my own kids called me “Mommy” the first time, but honestly, I can’t remember that, so this wins. About one month later, she called herself, “Gozie,” in a family picture. Nana’s heart melted.

8. George, Kristin and I ran in a memorial 5k in honor of our friend and best man, Jim Hart. “Get Your Rear in Gear” was a fundraiser for colorectal cancer. Yes, we are sitting on a toilet. It’s a theme.


7. Summer. I tried to enjoy every moment I could outside. Cloudy, rainy, dark winter days affect me negatively, so I’m constantly appreciative of light. I made a fairy-like hideaway under a pine tree in our yard for Josie and me which we enjoyed while eating watermelon and discovering lady bugs.

6. George and I went to a wedding in St. Joe Michigan in July for the daughter of one of my Girls Group friends. It was lovely, and we had fun.


5. George and Kristin and I went to Siesta Key. It is our favorite spot.


4. George and I went to an REO/Chicago concert. Kevin Cronin!


3. My high school was closed after a 50 year history. Thus began a siege of what I have called, “Sudden Onset Nostalgia.” Always a proud Rebel.

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2. My kids purchased a DNA kit for me for Christmas, which prompted me to start this blog.

1. I met my running goal for 2014: 500 Miles. Although this number is quite low compared to others’ goals, it was a challenge for me. I was to hit 250 by June and did not make it. So most of that mileage has been since then, through weather, minor injuries and sheer exhaustion. And age. Did I mention my age? Not often do I set a goal in January and see it through to completion, so this is also about more than numbers. I feel elated, like I completed a year-long marathon. I did it!


Coming soon to a blog near you: My 10 Disappointments, Game Changers and Goals for 2015.

The Ancestry.com DNA Kit Arrives

Remember when Steve Martin got a little excited when the new phone book arrived?


I had a similar response when my Ancestry.com DNA kit arrived. Thank you to my children, who purchased it for me for Christmas.


Oh, how I love those green leaves.

It took a while to arrive, as there was an error on Ancestry.com’s part regarding its shipment. So after I waited the allotted time then called them, they quickly mitigated the error and gave me one month’s subscription free, to boot. Nice! (Two hundred years from now, while reading this, my decedent is going to ask, “Why did she just add footwear to that sentence?”)

So the kit arrived, and I made George help me with the process because sometimes when a process is a simple as it can be, I will find a way to complicate it and mess it up. What can I say; I care too much.

Basically, you just use a little funnel to spit into a tube as pictured here, but you can’t have any food or liquid for 30 minutes before. I gave them my first-morning, no coffee spit. I hope the tech who opens the vial is still alive.



Here’s how I can complicate the simple. You expectorate


up to a line, not including bubbles, but you cannot overfill it. Let me repeat: Bubbles don’t count. I had no idea how bubbly morning spit can be.

So that was a thing which I could complicate–judging if I hit the line or not, waiting for bubbles to pop that just sat there because they hadn’t had their morning coffee.

Anyway, you screw on a top and shake it to release a blue liquid. You seal it in a bag and ship it off.

And then you wait.

I believe my results will arrive around mid February.

Here are my guesses. I suspect, from a little research on Ancestry.com, that I have ancestors from the Netherlands. But I’m going to guess that I’m 100% European–no Asian, African, or Native American. I’m going to guess that most of my DNA is from Germany, not just because I’m blonde and blue eyed but because of stereotypes of national or cultural personalities that I have somehow picked up on and associated with. That may sound totally ridiculous; I know.

Here are a few German stereotypes with which I associate (which, by the way, can have both positive and negative applications):

1. Efficient and disciplined. I’m a bit rigid. I thrive on routine. I’m punctual. Clean, neat. List-keeper. Very linear, very task-focused rather than people-focused.

2. Ironic and cynical humor, a bit dry.

3. Traditional.

4. Could be deemed emotionally cold, but that’s not accurate. I’m just reserved.

5. I love waltz music. That may be reaching, but who else do you know who loves waltz music? I think that loving waltz music must have to be in your DNA somewhere.

So that’s some big stereotyping going on there. No offense intended, of course. I’m just playing a guessing game. And now I need to put the questions on the back burner (Two Hundred Years from Now’s response: “Huh?”) until the results arrive.

Until then, wir sehen uns dann!


Dear Progeny

“Dear Progeny.” Perhaps that would’ve been a better blog title because the current one hints at lofty content. The truth is, I have no lofty advice or memories to share, but I will share myself and what I know about our family so that many years from now, you may know what one of your grandmothers was like and that she wanted to help connect you with your roots as you develop your wings.

Uh, I am your antecedent, your predecessor. Nice to  meet you.

Uh, I am your antecedent, your predecessor. Nice to meet you.

I wish I had that experience with one of my ancestors. Of course I didn’t care with much passion until I turned 50, so it may take you a while to care. Or you may never care. Or you may need some info for a school project. Or you may feel a pointed need to know as much as you can regarding who and where you come from. I would be happy to assist in that endeavor. *Note: I do not always speak like Charles Dickens. I happen to be reading David Copperfield right now, so that is why my writing voice is weird. I do not actually speak Victorian English.*

So here I begin, in the year of our Lord, 2015 (sorry) with a project I’ve been thinking about for quite some time: Saving Our Story, one little blog post at a time.