maryann1808
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I was welcomed yesterday, thanks for the kind words. My background is Appalachian Scots Irish. My family was not much into things that they couldn't see, feel, smell or touch. For this reason, I never could quite get my puzzle piece to fit into my family puzzle.
Since I was very young, I had an affinity for the Cherokees. As a child, it was not a problem, but as I got older, I was supposed to put away such things. When I married and moved to Texas, my first goal was to adopt a child with Cherokee heritage. I had no idea as to why I wanted so badly to do this. We were not successful. I then spent many years rasing my own children.
I began working on my family's genealogy about thirty years ago. I found that 99% of my family have been in this country since the late 1600s or early 1700s. The ancestors kept pushing me to keep looking. I had only a vague idea of what I was looking for, an Indian connection. I didn't find it. I don't have the words to describe what kept me looking, but it was an internal force that wouldn't let me rest. It was as if someone sat on my shoulder and kept saying keep looking.
My mother died in 2007 at age 93. She loved my genealogy work. In January of 2007 we sent her sample in for DNA study. The result came back in March a day before she died. She was 20% native american. I then was led by some force to websites on line that gave me what I had been looking for. My 4th great grandmother left her husband and five daughters and ran off with a mixed blood Cherokee. I feel certain that there was a lot of shame for her. She had three more girls with him. The story was buried in my family, but the Indian shows in the old photos. Now that I have found this information and am writing about her and openly acknowledging her to other family members, the force that pushed me has gone quiet. Reincarnation is the only way that I can explain all of this. I am my 4th great grandmother.
Since I was very young, I had an affinity for the Cherokees. As a child, it was not a problem, but as I got older, I was supposed to put away such things. When I married and moved to Texas, my first goal was to adopt a child with Cherokee heritage. I had no idea as to why I wanted so badly to do this. We were not successful. I then spent many years rasing my own children.
I began working on my family's genealogy about thirty years ago. I found that 99% of my family have been in this country since the late 1600s or early 1700s. The ancestors kept pushing me to keep looking. I had only a vague idea of what I was looking for, an Indian connection. I didn't find it. I don't have the words to describe what kept me looking, but it was an internal force that wouldn't let me rest. It was as if someone sat on my shoulder and kept saying keep looking.
My mother died in 2007 at age 93. She loved my genealogy work. In January of 2007 we sent her sample in for DNA study. The result came back in March a day before she died. She was 20% native american. I then was led by some force to websites on line that gave me what I had been looking for. My 4th great grandmother left her husband and five daughters and ran off with a mixed blood Cherokee. I feel certain that there was a lot of shame for her. She had three more girls with him. The story was buried in my family, but the Indian shows in the old photos. Now that I have found this information and am writing about her and openly acknowledging her to other family members, the force that pushed me has gone quiet. Reincarnation is the only way that I can explain all of this. I am my 4th great grandmother.