Well, the results are in for St. Bob’s DNA and he’s about 1/3 Irish! Granted, they group Irish, Scottish, and Welsh together, so it’s a mix, but still. This means I should get free Lucky Charms cereal for life I do believe.
I am also now able to legitimately celebrate St. Paddy’s Day, make green eggs and ham, find four-leaf clovers, and expect to find a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow. By marriage, of course.
A few years ago Bob took our daughter, Nicole, to England and Scotland on a connect-the-dots trip of castles where his various ancestors have been born, ending with Hylton Castle, and they posed for this photo, unaware just how Scottish and Irish they really are. Well, except for Bob’s obvious luck of the Irish in marrying me.
He’s also almost 1/3 Scandinavian, which probably accounts for his height and coloring. Oh, and his Viking daring-do.
And the rest is “Western European.” So, kind of a vanilla result with no shocking surprises or intriguing mysteries. But it was interesting that Ancestry.com also included a map of the U.S. where hundreds of near genetic matches are, and they’re all grouped in Mississippi and Louisiana. All this without knowing that Bob grew up in Lake Charles, Louisiana. With crawfish climbing up through his front lawn.
But that’s another story.
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