This past holiday season my favorite Christmas present from my husband was an AncestryDNA kit. I think I casually mentioned maybe once or twice that I wanted to take the test after watching the commercial on TV. I couldn’t wait to receive my results so I quickly spit in the provided tube and off my DNA went to their laboratory in Utah. Approximately five weeks later I received an email that announced my results were ready. I clicked on it with anticipation and my computer froze. I wanted to scream but I didn’t. I waited for the system to get itself together, and when it did, there before me were my results from 17 different regions. After viewing the chart I discovered that I am:
- Ivory Coast/Ghana – 26%
- Congo – 22% – This may explain why I connected to the people in the Congo when I lived there as a Peace Corps Volunteer
- Senegal – 16%
- Benin/Togo – 9%
- African South-Central Hunter Gatherers – 2%
- Mali – 2%
- African Southeastern Bantu – <1%
- Nigerian – <1%
- Asia Central
- Great Britain – 11% – This may explain why I connect so easily with everyone I meet from the UK. I often thought I was British in a past life but it turns out I am British in this life.
- Iberian Peninsula – 2%
- Italy/Greece – 2%
- Ireland – 2% – My maiden name is Irish.
- Scandinavia – <1%
- Finland/Northwest Russia – <1%
- Europe East – <1%
<1% West Asian
- Caucasus Region
- Saudi Arabia
I love my results. I knew my bloodline was busy but the Middle East was a surprise. I was also extremely shocked to find that I am 0% Native American. Now see I know many blacks back in the day claimed to have Native blood and I know from watching a PBS special that most blacks do NOT possess Native blood but white blood instead. I know that history but didn’t think I was one of those blacks because I was told my great grandmother was Native. She raised my mother and her children and my mom always said, “Mama was Native American.” In addition my mom has stories of her great grandmother singing Native songs to her when she was a young child. So, with all of that, where is my Native blood?
I started thinking and thinking about my family with a side eye. Who are these people? Then I called Ancestry to discuss my results. I needed more answers. They sent a video that explained siblings can have different DNA results because they inherit half from their mother and half from their father and might not inherit the same half. However children will share the same DNA that their parents have but still won’t inherit all. Okay so again where is my Native blood?
The video continued and explained all DNA from grandparents and great grandparents do NOT pass on to every child. As time goes on through generations one can easily loose strains of DNA.
So that’s what happened to my Native blood? That particular gene, for whatever reason, did not pass on to me. WOW!
I told my mother she should take the test too.
I can NOT believe this birthday has arrived. My emotions were all over the place. Then I accepted it and fell in love with the facts. There was nothing I could change so why waste the energy.
I had a good day yesterday. I received lots of birthday wishes on Facebook which made me feel special. Mom and the Hubs took me out and I was grateful. Below are some photos from my special day yesterday.
Gonna maintain with my new Breville Juicer.
Love this bohemian bracelet from Esty.
From my childhood sister/friend and Greek sister (AlphaKappaAlpha). One dollar for each year! I love her!
Lunch with mom at the Savoy.
My vegan cake from Lotus Vegan in NY.
Dinner with the Hubs at Antiquity. Love this place.
Delicious vegetable/pasta mix and some meat over there.
Not vegan but it’s cute.
This is what fifty looks like.
Yeah I remember that instrument on the stove burner in the picture all too well. I never understood why mothers, including my own, would fry, burn and cook their daughters’ hair in an attempt to make it look like someone else’s texture. I remember back in the day to have straight hair was a symbol of beauty, and today, all I can say to that is dang we were really messed up.
As a child after all of the fighting and yelling about “Let me get the kitchen,” I was often told I looked pretty and my hair did to. Sometimes I wondered what I looked like before with the hair God gave me.
When I was in grade school, before the two perms, two weeks apart, that changed my hair texture, my curls didn’t need straightening to look straight. After a wash my hair straightened naturally. That’s just how it was. After a shampoo no one believed me when I told them I did not get my hair straightened. For a special occasion or family trip my mother would straighten my hair and it was always a production. “Do you want your hair to look nappy?” as if that was a really bad thing “Yes” I would respond without hesitation.
I remember grown women from the neighborhood would be happy to volunteer to straighten my hair as well as my friends’ hair. They would pick hair that wasn’t there on the back of our necks just to bring the hot comb close to the skin so we could feel the steam. So mean. This made the process of achieving “beauty” painful and scary. I wonder if that experience had an effect on us girls today. What do you think?
Thinking of my naturals on the east coast!
Here in Albuquerque the New Mexico Martin Luther King Jr. State Commission organized a parade in honor of promoting King’s dream of equality and human excellence.
Below are some photos that feature local sororities and fraternities honoring our hero. Enjoy!
All smiles with my Soror!
I had too much fun at the parade.
Founders’ Day for my sorority was celebrated worldwide today. Even though we are 103-years-old most of us are independent, have a busy social calendar, still go to work and can have babies. How about that?!
Check out some photos from my celebration with the Albuquerque Alumnae Chapter. We set up a social gathering with guests on Founders’ Day to meet and greet, and as usual, we had a wonderful time.
Permed to Natural is 6-years-old today. Wow! Time has flown by rapidly. It feels like I just started this blog. And guess what? I am still on a journey to rediscover my natural hair! HA!
Line sisters. They are so sweet!
Albuquerque Alumnae Chapter!
Last night this was much deserved after a very long day meeting and planning with my Sorors! #DeltaSigmaTheta
2015 went by fast. Here we are in 2016, and for me, it feels like yesterday when 2000 arrived.
On New Years Eve the Hubs and I decided to bring in the new year at a Speakeasy in Albuquerque. I love the dark, secretive and classy atmosphere of this Speakeasy. It’s gangsta all the way. You need a pass word to get in, they ask if you are a cop, and the bookcase opens and leads you into the lounge area where people are laughing, drinking and chatting. I love it!
2015 was our first New Years Eve out as a married couple. Our first two years married we dressed in matching lounge clothes and stayed home. Our third year my sister-in-law had an 80s themed New Years Eve party at her house. So this is our first New Years Eve going out out as a married couple.
At the Speakeasy around 9:45 we ate dinner, then we went to the party and cheered in the New Year with champagne and kisses. By 12:30 we were in the car and by 1:45 we were home half way asleep.
It was a short night but we had fun! We didn’t need much. We partied up a storm all of our adult lives on New Years Eve and didn’t feel we needed to do a lot.
Besides I was tired from cleaning the house and doing the laundry earlier that day. Yes I am superstitious and every year I bring in the new year with a clean house and no dirty clothes. I continue to follow the folk lore by cooking and eating on New Years Day; greens (for money), black eye peas (for luck) and sweet cornbread (to make the journey sweeter). I added rice and gravy just because and left over Christmas lamb for The Hubs.
Then I read all of the blessings we received in 2015. We wrote each blessing on a piece of paper and placed them in a mason jar. Now some of the blessings we put in the jar turned out to be questionable but God has a plan and we are just going to have to see it through in His time.
I am looking forward to 2016. There is so much I want to accomplish.