I’ve obsessively checked Ancestry to see if my DNA results would ever come in. That almost includes the day I mailed the sample. So, what should happen just now, as I procrastinated on packing for my morning flight to Salt Lake and the Salt Lake Institute of Genealogy? You guessed it! I clicked on that DNA drop-down one more time, and a new option appeared: “View Your DNA Results.”
The first time I clicked it I got a big blank screen. So I clicked it again, because blank screens are annoying. And just like that, there they were. My matches. All 53 screens of them. For a frame of reference, they began processing the sample on December 22nd. My results arrived in a shorter period of time than suggested on the site’s FAQ.
My closest match is estimated as a third cousin, with an extremely high confidence rating. I just peeked at her tree and I know exactly where she fits. Her grandfather is my great-grandmother’s brother. The two were born just 17 months apart.
She is actually my second cousin once removed. She has no parents listed for her grandfather. Not a one. I can give her at least five generations on his surname line. And yes, she is already in my database. She is one of those people I never quite got around to contacting. When an ancestral couple has hundreds of descendants, it happens.
My ride to the airport leaves in 13 hours. Before then I need to pack, and allegedly sleep. And scan 53 pages of matches.
Who else is waiting in those matches? What sort of fish have I caught?
I wonder how fish are at packing.
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