More of my cheek cells have arrived safely at a lab somewhere in Denmark. (Where else should a chap with over 50 percent Scandinavian ethnicity send his stuff?)
Conscious that I am still under prepared for the search for distant cousins I knocked up some spreadsheets to send out with emails. Here is the paternal half of my grandparents to the sixth generation – 1770 is about as far back as autosomal test results can take my generation. I have indicated where advantage was taken of my second great grandmother Caroline ELSOM. You will see just how little progress I have made in gathering the 32 grandparents on my father’s side. My excuse is that I spend most of my time looking Filey history and genealogy!
Here is the companion graphic for the grandparents’ birth counties – for my mother’s side. I will, of course, send two pairs out to my potential cousins (and an Ahnentafel Report) but I wanted you to see the contribution my Norwegian great grandfather Martin NIELSON/NELSON makes to my ethnicity. Again, though, you’ll see the lack of progress I have made in gathering the clans. I have yet to find 56% of the sixty-four 4xgreat grandparents.
I turned my attention this afternoon to searching for some of the missing and hit a motherlode, one of those mind boggling “yeah right” pedigrees on FamilySearch. Scandinavians Rule! Taken at liberally salted face value I have forebears that appear to include Olaf II Bjornsson, King of Sweden, Danish Ruler Thorgill who died 9 September 1000 at the Battle of Swold near Rügen, Germany and a Queen, Ingeborg Thransdotter (916-1040). And then there’s Edward the Confessor – and his bro Harald Godwinson. I was instantly transported 60 years to a classroom at Stoneferry Junior and Infants that erupted in laughter when our teacher, earnestly relating proceedings at the Battle of Hastings, said “And then King Harold got an eye in his arrow.”
My line doesn’t stop there. It moves inexorably to a guy called Alfred. He’s Great.
Yeah right? I can’t leave out my relationship to Owain Glyndwr and Duncan King of Scotland (that’s some of my 15.4% Irish, Scottish and Welsh ethnicity explained).
My favourite forebear, though, is Emmily Dickinson (1553-1598).
One of the delights of happening by chance on nonsense like this (which just may be “true”) is that there are so many paths to follow that, unless you make notes or leave a trail of salt bread crumbs, you can’t find people you bumped into first time round. How I laughed when a bunch of BAKERs descended from KINGSMILLs – but they’ve disappeared. Maybe I dreamt them.
Perhaps the oddest thing, though, is that the route to the royalty of Scandinavian and Celtic kingdoms was not through my maternal lines but via 3xgreat grandmother Esther WELLS on t’other side. Check her out (MLX2-3Y5). Your mileage may differ!
One last bit of curiousness – I didn’t have an Image for Today in stock so I went rootling in old folders and came up with something apropos! The plaque, if you can describe it as such, is on the wall of the now defunct Royal Mail Sorting Office – about twenty metres from my back gate. Every day now I’ll be reminded of the crowns I have lost.