For Christmas, my wife gave me the DNA testing kit available from 23 and me.
As far as I know, the results are pretty accurate. I do know that my great-great-great-grandparents (can’t remember which one, either my paternal paternal’s side, or my paternal maternal’s side) stepped off the boat from Germany with the name DeLatte. As you can see… French/German.
There is one interesting tidbit, however.
Do you see it?
.8% West African… .8% Native American.
In looking at DNA relatives, they have the same number. So, my guess is… is that at some point, a greatX-grandparent was a Black Indian. Being who I am, I have invented a backstory.
An escaped female slave, early 1700’s, makes her way into the southern part of Georgia or into northern Spanish Florida. There, she joins herself to a local Tribe – perhaps Chickasaw – where she was married and had at least one daughter. This daughter caught the eye of a white frontier settler and within few generations, here I am.
Speculation, of course, but it is based on what we know of history. We do know that escaped slaves would marry into the local tribes. We also know that it was easier for a white male to marry a non-white woman. Had the offspring been rejected by the white settlers, then they would have returned to the tribe or perhaps been captured and sold into slavery. My money is on a greatX-grandmother being an escaped slave (or perhaps former slave who was maybe sold to the tribe, or even stolen), and her daughter having married a white settler.
The Finnish bit? I honestly have no idea, but it scares me to think that I could be related to a Lutheran.