Here is a little poem called “Where I’m From”, using some of the results found both through standard genealogical research and DNA. I’ve been tracing my ancestry for over 40 years, and I’m always looking for a way to share what I’ve found.
Where I’m From
I come from pines, small town playgrounds, springs, and sand.
From a Georgia mountain side and a South Carolinian low country river with an Indian name.
From Georgia gold, Colorado gold, and 49ers spread across the Oregon and California trails.
From Confederate privates and a Georgia mill sold before all was lost.
From a Revolutionary, a Loyalist and a Hessian soldier who turned.
From an indentured servant and a colonial Governor.
From a trail into Indian territory and a passel of children stopping to swim in a stream.
I come from a red-headed widow, who fled demanding in-laws, seeking a new beginning in a new state.
From a model A racing from an economic downturn to new land with new crops and opportunity.
I come from a later wave of Jamestown immigrants and a Powhaten squaw who left her people.
From an Old Dominion seventh great grandfather who I share with my husband.
From cattlemen pushing cattle on a trail through recently ceded Indian Territory.
And a family looking for new opportunity in the sandy soils of south Florida.
From three men who stood in line to vote for a new state with a very old name.
From a Ranny, a Geechie, and a Peniopy.
My DNA comes from mostly Ireland, plus Spain and Norway.
From Scotland and a common border with Finland and Russia.
And traces, I recently learned, from North Africa and the Middle East.