(Dec 2012) Yesterday MAGIC happened. It was all grounded in science, but MAGIC happened. In the span of an eye blink I was linked to a last name on another person's genealogy and a whole world of history to me was proven. Now the quest continues, to find more links. But it was magic, my life, my body was linked genetically to another person's genealogy via an autosomal dna test. I was linked to the Salem witches, the sisters Towne through my test comparing to another individual's test. It wasn't I, who claimed this, it was another. This just validates my latest find in genealogy. Rather a distant cousin's find. But I found her.
Somehow, this little trip into the science behind us, just makes it all seem so real. Suddenly, I am linked to the past and these people. I had gotten excited about my husband's dna tests and how it linked him more to his history and what I have been researching, however, the depth of realization jolted me, physically, when I found that name in her genealogy. Scanning the sirnames on the list always seems so strange. They all look familiar, but where are mine, if we share dna? Realizing that there might be a person not in my lineage who links us, or that somehow the link is so far back that to be able to determine the link may be impossible.
Having looked at my husband's autosomal dna and all the people he was related to by some percentage, I knew what I was getting into with this. To find a link so quickly and yet have it be back in the 1690's sent a chill down my back. I was truly descended from the family of women who suffered and died at the hands of fellow members of their community.
