No royalty among my ancestors. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
No community or social rabble-rousers.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No poetic rogues. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
No great historic figures. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
No minor historic figures. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
No peacemakers. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
No abolitionists.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No fighters for civil rights nor women’s rights.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No celebrities. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
No tribal members. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
No African Americans – not in the last 2000 years, anyway. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not Italian or Spanish or French or Eastern European.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not enough Scottish or Irish or German or Norwegian ancestors to be considered Scottish or Irish or German or Norwegian.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No exotic names, nothing I want to adopt as my new nom de plume or alternative online profile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m just English. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’m so English that I qualify to be a member of all the oh-so-loud and tedious white supremacy groups. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The vast majority of my ancestors are from around London and the midlands.\u00a0Anything that was there before the Romans – the language , the art, even what people called themselves – was wiped away by the Romans.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m not even from Appalachia. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
There are no precious artifacts handed down over the eight generations and the more than 300 years my ancestors have been in the Americas. There are no stories of the journey over the sea or the journey from wherever the first ancestors landed in the Carolinas or Virginia or wherever. There are no stories about their moves Westward. There are no ancestral lands – no \u201cThat\u2019s where our family\u2019s great estate once was.\u201d Because, apparently, there never was a great estate. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I do know where some of my ancestors were sharecroppers around Henderson County, but not from Ancestry.com. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
In spending all these years trying to identify my ancestors by name and birthplace, as far back as I can go, I admit that I was hoping for something that would make me go \u201cWow, that\u2019s MY heritage!\u201d But it hasn\u2019t happened. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
What I have<\/em> experienced:<\/p>\n\n\n\n I won\u2019t be on any Ancestry commercials. I won\u2019t be on Finding My Roots, gushing about my unique, amazing ancestry and how it all feels such a huge part of me now. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I don\u2019t regret all these years of ancestry research. Not at all. It got me through COVID lockdowns, if anything else. <\/p>\n\n\n\n But I do feel disappointment. My ancestry story: it\u2019s just not that interesting.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n At least I discovered black cousins<\/a>. and helped them solve their own ancestral mystery. And helped some people who found out their ancestors weren’t who they had been told they were to know more about their biological heritage. And I got some blogs out of it all (see below)<\/p>\n\n\n\n I’m taking a break for a while. I still have my account, but I’m not subscribed; therefore, I don’t have access to census records, birth certificates, etc. I do have access to all my trees and all that I’ve inputted and can still receive messages from other users. Sometime in 2027, I’ll jump back on and see if, at long last, I can further flesh out my Beasley family line<\/a> and the parents of Emma Smith<\/a>. And as I say on my profile on Ancestry<\/a>, if you see that you have a DNA match with me, but you aren’t sure how, hit me up – if it’s over 25 cm, I probably know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My blogs here about geneology:<\/p>\n\n\n\n The enslavers among my ancestors<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Tree affairs<\/a>. <\/p>\n\n\n\n My black cousins<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Still trying to be Scottish<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Uncle Pearl<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n tips for using ancestry.com<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n