Most of you have read my Shadow Falls and Shadow Falls: After Dark series. An underlining theme in those books are about discovering who you are and what you are. I think by writing them, I sort of got curious about myself. Now, as odd as I am, I’ve always been pretty sure I’m all human. But what kind of human? One day before Christmas last year, I was watching TV and a commercial came on about checking your DNA. I told hubby, “I want to do that. Maybe I’ll have a little vampire in me.”
Well, for Christmas one of my gifts was the DNA test. It was pretty easy. Spit in a test tube and mail it off. I remember my grandmother telling me that one of my great-great grandmothers on my grandfather’s side claimed to be French. “She was lying,” my grandmother told me. “She was American Indian.” I was also told that I had a lot of Scottish blood.
I sent that test tube off in the mail and waited for an email to answer my questions. And I discovered that I’m 40ish % English or Scottish, I’m 16% Irish, 20ish % Scandinavian and . . . 6 % . . . not American Indian, but . . . French. My grandma was wrong. Then, I have a trace of Western Asian. (Say what?)
My daughter, who is totally into the family history, did some checking on Ancestery.com. And you know that French ancestor? Well, her name was Mary Lafoon Keith (Keith, which is my mother’s maiden name), and she is considered a Revolutionary War Heroine. She was known to ride and warn the American’s that the enemy approached.
Could that be where I get my spunk?
Okay, so I’m not a vampire like Della, or like Kylie who is a Chameleon, or Miranda who is a witch, but it’s interesting to look back into our roots, or DNA, and see where we came from and question from where or who we might have gotten some of our odd behaviors.
Do you know where you came from? What are your roots?