Sarah

Right from the start and all throughout her growing years, she was bright: she shone in intelligence and musicality and the ability to engage other people.

I’d Like to Meet

I never knew my biological father, Bill. It’s fine with me; I had a father I loved, and didn’t know of Bill’s existence until well into my adult life. Bill died before DNA testing proved that he was indeed my genetic parent. But after decades of genealogical research, and DNA investigations since 2010, I am more interested in another mystery.

My mtDNA over the past 250 years

Back in 2008, the genetic genealogist Blaine Bettinger wrote an interesting and educational post, “Where Was My Y-DNA in 1808?” Today, in the same spirit of curiosity and wonder, I created this map, tracing how my mitochondrial DNA–the very DNA in every cell of my body–was also in the cells of so many maternal ancestors….

8 Generations of Tremblays

Through our grandmother Emily Trombley, our family is French. French and not French-Canadian, Grandma would insist, because that was the tradition handed down in her family. They were French on both sides; on one side, she was descended from the original founders of Détroit, in New France, around 1700. Her Trombley side, on the other…

Gramma, or Harriett “Bee” Jones Barr Grove Johnston Hamilton

The woman I knew throughout my childhood as Gramma Harriet was my mother’s stepmother. Mom’s parents had divorced when she was a teenager, and her dad, my Poppy, had married Harriet a month before I came into the world. By the time I was a couple years old, I could already feel the frostiness between…