Sunday, March 1, 2026

Armchair Genealogy

 

By Melinda Cohenour

The Magic of DNA: It Can Unite Kinfolk


Intro:


My daughter penned lyrics to a song, a poetic work. And this column is meant to describe the thrill her poetry gave me and why.

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Family research has been a major part of my life. The obsessive need to discover my roots grew out of the legend in our family that we were "French, Irish and Indian." My sisters and I were blessed with several generations of curious folk who recorded significant life events of family members in various ways: Bibles, diaries, journals, letters, and those treasured handwritten trees that became documented more permanently by typing names and dates and relationships in traditional formats and sharing photocopies.


The day my curiosity became an obsession is one I shall never forget. I fell in love with a marvelous character who came to my attention as sisters Mary and Jacquie joined me to try out our MomMay's new Genealogy software. Being the fastest typist of the three, my elder sisters chose to take on the chore of sorting through her collection of data organized by the surname of the paternal head of what was considered our primary lineages: Joslin, Hopper, Bullard, and Godwin.


We began the process by learning the basics of the software usage and directions. Then four primary piles were arranged on the desktop adjoining the computer workstation. We agreed it would be most efficient to fill in the basic data for our family using MomMay and DaddyJack as our HOME profile Family page. We were quite familiar with our grandparents' names and our handy data collection fed us dates and locations of vital events: birth, school, marriage, and death. The bare bones of the lives we were exploring.


We resisted the temptation to fill in stories noted hither and yon, vowing to get the tree and its roots and branches sketched in before adorning it with leaves, buds, twigs, or flowers.


Then we came upon the pages devoted to Napa Charley Hopper, also known as Big Charley and a few other sobriquets. What a fascinating MAN! It took my entire stubborn commitment to task at hand to stop myself from delving into MORE of his story. We carefully scanned each page to ensure we had captured pertinent critical facts before carefully setting HIS pages aside marked by the attachment of a big binder clip.


My fingers could not enter the (now) uninteresting FACTS for the rest of his family group so I could finally turn to becoming acquainted with this fascinating man!


But my sisters insisted we work through the other three family groups' data first. And then we hit the strangely duplicated "portions" of the family members appearing in the next packet. It was a struggle that took days to sort out (we hoped we had sorted it correctly, at least).


Finally, a week or so later, we had extracted the data that filled out the interconnected family groups. Just their vital data bits and the HOW they were related. It was time to get to the delicious task of organizing a timeline for Napa Charley and exploring his history, filling in verbatim the tales of his amazing exploits.


I WAS HOOKED! And that fire once lit has not been extinguished. I've used every resource available to me in my attempt to KNOW my ancestors, thrill to their accomplishments, wonder at what inspired their decisions, grieve with them as they experienced loss or deep disappointment, and ultimately mourn their loss, make note of their burial place if possible.


Along the way we found many treasured FACTS about our family weren't ... facts, I mean. They were myths, legends, fantasies. Stuff disputed by the paper trail that pens the imprint of our lives. Sometimes elusive and often just flat wrong as well. So many hours spent scratching our head and struggling to dig out the truth.


And, then, the MIRACLE. God's building blocks. The fabric and thread from which He created all things. DNA. Once this incredible core of creation was first revealed, our entire concept of our existence was altered. The framework of DNA has changed how we fight disease, grow food, improve our lives and discover how connected each person is to the world's population.


Several years ago I sent in my DNA. Waited not so patiently for the first results. Discovered my ethnicity according to Ancestry was only partially truth (later found Ancestry's ethnicity algorithms to be a work in progress itself) and began to resolve some puzzling relationships not resolved through paper trails. I learned I have cousins. Not the dozen or so I knew as first or second cousins but thousands of cousins!! I try to connect those closest by Centimorgan measurement by tracing their connection to our most recent common ancestors. Many have found their place in my tree.


Quickly I strategized how to use this miraculous tool to work on every genealogist's headache - the inevitable brick wall, that spot in the tree where try as you might you cannot track the next generation back in time. So I asked my daughter and my son's son to test (offering two different parental lines to help sort matches). One of my most elusive tree profiles was the bio father of my first husband, the father of my children. He had been haunted by never knowing. Abandoned at birth to the Miami-Dade orphanage, he had no clue. I had promised to try to find the bio parents. Through Melissa and Adam's DNA results, I found incontrovertible proof of his bio dad. We continue tracking the bio mom, although I have a strong suspect in my sights.


As a result, however, of her DNA testing my daughter has had her life enriched beyond measure by finding siblings! Brothers in addition to her elder full sibling, my son John, father of Adam. Melissa found a treasure trove of siblings after the results of her DNA test were in. She celebrates her love for the brothers found and wonderment at God's mysterious and wonderful blessings in this joyous verse. Her poem expresses the marvel and joy these findings have brought to her.

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MELISSA'S SONG: BROTHERS!

Johnny Ray, Jason, Rock & Jordan.
Oh how I love 'em every mornin'.

Just a baby I was makin' dreams,
brothers, yeah brothers, a part of the schemes.

Prayin' someday He'd give me the gift,
Oh my Lord he didn't forget.

Waking up early opening my eyes,
there they were like a beautiful sunrise.

Johnny Ray, Jason, Rock & Jordan.
Man I keep ...
Love'n em every mornin'.

©January 2026 Melissa Bradshaw

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Ancestry offers the largest DNA test results from around the world. Other companies offer a variety of attractive "bells and whistles" which are worthy of exploring if you're desirous of testing. Some offer their own labs; others use results from separate commercial laboratories. You might look into My Heritage, 23andMe, Family Tree DNA and companies that specialize in mitochondrial (maternal lineage) or Y-DNA (specific to Father to son lineage where each generation changes segments by only a measured amount permitting one to determine the relationship through the descent).


See you next month!


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