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Is DNA testing worth it?
I always knew the circumstances around my birth were a little hinky. Mom and Dad only knew each other a few days when they got married, and yet, seven months later I was born weighing 9 lbs. When I got old enough to understand what that meant I asked Mom about it. She was so distraught that I never brought the subject up again.
After sixty years, and long after Mom and Dad had passed away, my aunts finally decided that I was old enough to know the truth… what little they had. Mom had been in love with a guy named Walter, who was not employed. He wanted to marry her, but with her having two young children and coming off a divorce from a real bum of a guy she wanted something more stable. She met Dad, who was a well-paid electrician, and they got married in a few days. From what the aunties said I don’t think either Walter or Dad knew that Mom was pregnant. Walter was broken hearted and left town, never to be heard from again. Dad never treated me less than his own from birth to the time he died. Over the past few years I figured that was the end of the story as there was so little info to go off from. Just “Walter” and “E. St. Louis.”
So my kids got me the Ancestry DNA kit for Christmas. After staring at it for months I finally spit into the tube and sent it off. When I got my results back my closest relative in the files was someone I never heard of. I contacted her, found out she was Walter’s younger sister, and from there yesterday discovered two sisters and a brother that I never knew existed, along with a number of step-siblings that Walter had adopted from his later marriage.
I have spoken with several of them and they are as stunned as I am. Fortunately, the first one I spoke with was a policeman for 40 years and now a private detective. He had heard the same type of story hundreds of times, so when it happened to him personally he was able to take it in stride and know how to introduce me to the rest of the family. They seem like really, really nice folk and I am looking forward to getting to know them.
As a side note, here is my new step-brother’s webpage. Maybe I’ll be able to get my Illinois CCW with less trouble than what I had anticipated.
Illinois Concealed Carry Training
I always knew the circumstances around my birth were a little hinky. Mom and Dad only knew each other a few days when they got married, and yet, seven months later I was born weighing 9 lbs. When I got old enough to understand what that meant I asked Mom about it. She was so distraught that I never brought the subject up again.
After sixty years, and long after Mom and Dad had passed away, my aunts finally decided that I was old enough to know the truth… what little they had. Mom had been in love with a guy named Walter, who was not employed. He wanted to marry her, but with her having two young children and coming off a divorce from a real bum of a guy she wanted something more stable. She met Dad, who was a well-paid electrician, and they got married in a few days. From what the aunties said I don’t think either Walter or Dad knew that Mom was pregnant. Walter was broken hearted and left town, never to be heard from again. Dad never treated me less than his own from birth to the time he died. Over the past few years I figured that was the end of the story as there was so little info to go off from. Just “Walter” and “E. St. Louis.”
So my kids got me the Ancestry DNA kit for Christmas. After staring at it for months I finally spit into the tube and sent it off. When I got my results back my closest relative in the files was someone I never heard of. I contacted her, found out she was Walter’s younger sister, and from there yesterday discovered two sisters and a brother that I never knew existed, along with a number of step-siblings that Walter had adopted from his later marriage.
I have spoken with several of them and they are as stunned as I am. Fortunately, the first one I spoke with was a policeman for 40 years and now a private detective. He had heard the same type of story hundreds of times, so when it happened to him personally he was able to take it in stride and know how to introduce me to the rest of the family. They seem like really, really nice folk and I am looking forward to getting to know them.
As a side note, here is my new step-brother’s webpage. Maybe I’ll be able to get my Illinois CCW with less trouble than what I had anticipated.
Illinois Concealed Carry Training