These Are My People

For decades, I have been told that my great-grandmother was half-Cherokee, making me at least 1/16th Native American. Recently, though, I sent a DNA sample to AncestryDNA, and these are the results — no Native Americans of any kind. I was also told that I have no Irish ancestors, and that’s not supported by the data, either. Here are the numbers that go with the map above.

The results do support a less precise estimate of my ethnicity: I’m an American mutt. No surprise there.

I Went and Got My DNA Examined

Here’s one of the things I found from my recent subscription to AncestryDNA. I’m surprised, because I was told (as a child) that I was at least 1/16th Cherokee, and had a lot of French as well. I was also told I had Scotch-Irish, but no Irish proper.

“Lots of English” is about the only thing where what I was told when young, and what the DNA says, actually match.

So an Ancestor of Mine Fed Insects to George Washington . . . .

“I have two cooks … one of them, Mr. Foutz … fancies himself quite the expert in worldly cuisine. … If we fed this army in the same manner Mr. Foutz has attempted to feed me, there would be mass desertion. He actually set out an elaborate dinner whose main attraction was bugs. Covered in some kind of sauce, mind you, but bugs nonetheless. I made the decision at that moment that Mr. Foutz would better serve this army by shouldering a musket.” ~George Washington, to Benjamin Franklin (Source: Rise to Rebellion, by Jeff Shaara, p. 385.)

I’ve just been told that this guy, whose name we know as Andrew Fouts, is an ancestor of mine. I rather like the idea of being descended from someone who fed insects to George Washington.