52 Ancestors - DNA: The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

DNA is the big topic among genealogists and family historians these days. Many of my colleagues spout words like “haplotype,” "downstream," and “centimorgans” without flinching. I, on the other hand, just hear Charlie Brown’s teacher - “wah waah, wah waah.”

GOOD

Admittedly, DNA solved one of the Jollett mysteries. Two Boyd researchers who met online compared notes and learned that both grew up hearing stories that their great-grandfather William Boyd had changed his name to avoid punishment for some unnamed crime. Some letters had been burned while preserving just enough to point the family to William’s identity as a Jollett while keeping the secret a secret.

William Boyd aka Jollett
and wife Hattie

A DNA test solved the mystery when our Boyd matched with a Jollett. Good news! It was time to celebrate because we no longer had to wonder. If you want to read the story, click HERE.

BAD

When we had Daddy’s DNA tested, we looked forward to being part of the Slade DNA group study. We were eager to learn more about the great-grandfather who came to Virginia from Florida as just a child with his widowed mother. We hoped to learn about the other Slades, where they were from, where they went. I did not understand the early reports of those we match. None of our chromosome numbers matched any of the seven main Slade branches. But I now understood one thing and one thing only. A genetic distance of “0” means an exact match, definitely related within four generations or closer.

Our exact matches are with the families of Calhoun. Even matches with a distance of 1 or 2 match Calhoun. Not a single Slade match.

OK, I can accept a “non-paternal event” as a fact of life. No problem. When that event occurred is still unclear. From correspondence with two of my matches, it seems likely that my great-grandfather’s father might have been the product of an affair. Read the story HERE.

UGLY

I have one more mystery that I would LOVE to solve through DNA since I do not think I will stumble upon a tell-all diary any time soon. Since there are people still living who will be impacted by this story, I am going to be vague on purpose.

I have a relative who was raised by an aunt and uncle but thought they were his natural parents. He learned the truth when he had to provide a birth certificate to join the Air Force. That is rather a long time to be sheltered from the truth and a hard way to learn it.

Two "mothers"

But his story gets worse. He was raised as a twin with the couple’s son who was actually half a year older. The boys started school together although my relative was not really old enough yet. Today we all are much more aware of how maturity and school-readiness affects children, but not so much in the 1930s. Maybe that is why this relative performed poorly, stayed in trouble, and dropped out of school in the tenth grade.

To make matters worse, NO ONE in the family would tell him who his real parents were. The birth certificate revealed that his beloved aunt, a sister to the woman he called “Mom,” was his real mother. He believed his father was the man he called “Dad,” that the two had had an affair. However, those in the know said absolutely not. Even today the truth is a carefully guarded secret. The one who holds the key says that descendants of his birth father are still here in our community and it is not clear whether they know their grandfather/great-grandfather played around with a 16-year old girl.

Today this relative is just an angry man who has run off two wonderful and devoted wives and alienated his children. Maybe his behavior is genetic. Maybe it is the consequence of a lifetime of being let down and lied to. A DNA test could at least answer his question if not solve his problems. A DNA test could also turn the world upside down for another family.

FINAL THOUGHTS

Someone once said that we all have 2 genealogies: a legal one and a biological one. As the registrar for my DAR chapter, it is my job to compile the legal paper trail leading from an applicant for membership to a patriot who aided in the cause for American freedom during the time of the Revolutionary War. Sometimes though the legal documents conflict with what a family knows or believes based on family lore and/or DNA. Currently DAR recognizes paternity tests and Y-DNA tests only in a quest to join.

My experience with DNA testing makes me wonder how many of us are not who we think we are. I have a trail of legal documents that PROVE William Jordan is my ancestor who fought in the Revolutionary War. But I have to wonder if a DNA test would agree. After all, I have lots of paper proving I am a Slade with ancestors first appearing in Georgia in the late 1700s/early 1800s, but my DNA says otherwise. 

How will such knowledge affect lineage societies like DAR, United Daughters of the Confederacy, Mayflower Society, Colonial Dames, First Families, etc? At least in DAR, once a daughter, always a daughter. Anyone who learns today that they did not really descend from a verified patriot will not have to worry about being kicked out.

Amy Johnson Crow continues to challenge genealogy bloggers and non-bloggers alike to think about our ancestors and share a story or photo about them. The challenge is “52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks.”

Wendy

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52 Ancestors: Luck of the Irish

Amy Johnson Crow of No Story Too Small has issued a challenge:  write one blog post each week devoted to a specific ancestor.  It can be a story, a biography, a photograph, an outline of a research problem – anything that focuses on one ancestor.

DNA testing is not for sissies.  It can turn your world inside out and render your research null and void.  I can’t say I was shocked or even upset to learn my Slades are not Slades after all; they are Calhouns.  It is just an interesting fact of life that demands my attention. 

It never occurred to me that legitimate Calhouns would not share my interest in getting to the bottom of this NPE – “Non-Paternal Event,” as it is called in the world of DNA and genealogy.  Of my two exact matches, only one has contacted me.  I’ll call him “Mr. Calhoun #1.”  He has identified all of his Calhouns who were in Georgia and Florida, but none of them were the Calhouns who lived near my Slades.  Our shared exact match, “Mr. Calhoun #2,” hasn’t responded to my inquiries.  Could it be he doesn’t want to admit one of his ancestors might have behaved badly? 

While I am busy looking for my mystery ancestor in census records in Georgia and Florida, people smarter than I am are studying the entire human race, identifying their migration patterns and haplotypes.  At the invitation of various project administrators, I have agreed to join a number of studies, the latest of which seeks to “establish the hierarchy of the various SNPs currently known to be associated with the Irish Type II haplotype and discover more branches that are there amidst the significant number of men carrying this genetic signature. As these branches are identified, we will be better able to determine the possible origins of this prominent subclade centered in the south of Ireland.”  When I read this, all I hear is “wah waah wah waah.”

Fortunately, Mr. Calhoun #2 posted his direct line at Family Tree DNA with his oldest known ancestor to be Noah Calhoun born about 1765 and resident of Florida thanks to a Spanish land grant in 1818. Next in line is a son:  one John C. Calhoun, born at the right time to be the neighbor of my 3X great-grandparents Stephen and Margaret Slade in 1860 Lafayette County, Florida. 

Excerpt from Lafayette Co, Florida 1860 Census

The John C. Calhoun living near the Slades was listed as single, age 37.  He was a farm hand from Georgia working for William White.  Finding him before and after 1860 is tricky.  

1850 Santa Rosa, Florida

In 1850, there was a John C. Calhoun, age 37 from Georgia, living in Santa Rosa, Florida, the same place that Noah Calhoun supposedly died.  John C. and his wife Pamelia had two daughters, Mary age 6 and Martha age 1.  But in 1860, Pamelia is gone.  According to Find A Grave, she died in 1853 and is buried in the Old Calvary Cemetery in Santa Rosa. 

That makes it entirely possible for John C. Calhoun, the farm laborer in Lafayette, to have been a widower free to move on.  However, the whereabouts are unknown for the daughters and a son John Pinckney Calhoun born in 1853.

Those who have posted family trees on Ancestry present a number of versions of the life of John C. Calhoun.  All say he was the son of Noah Calhoun, and some even add a mother, either Rebecca White or Elizabeth Baggett.  Some say John C. was married to Pamelia and had two daughters; some say Pamelia with two daughters and one son (John Pinckney); others say Mrs. Calhoun and one son William J.  All have John C. deceased in 1879 Lafayette County, home of the Slades.  The dates suggest it is even possible the researchers knew only a piece of the truth and that combined, they might present a more accurate picture:   John C. plus Pamelia, plus FOUR children:  Mary born 1844, Martha about 1849, William J. about 1851 and John P. about 1853.  Unfortunately, no one included any documents to prove the dates or relationships. 

1885 Lafayette Co, Florida

One researcher even includes a second wife for John C. Calhoun named Sarah Ann Elizabeth Hobbs.  A marriage date of 1862 is given along with three more children, again without citation.  In the 1885 Florida census, Elizabeth Calhoun was on her own with her three sons, which supports the theory that John C. Calhoun had died by then, supposedly in 1879 if other researchers are correct. 

So while circumstantial evidence pointing to this John C. Calhoun as my ancestor is very strong, there is another possibility.

In the 1860 Lafayette County, Florida census when John C. Calhoun and the Slades were near neighbors, they were separated by James and Nancy Douglas.  Nancy was the widow Nancy Slade when she married in 1853.  Could Nancy Slade and Noah Calhoun have crossed paths that resulted in the NPE who became my 3X great-grandfather? 

Short of a tell-all diary or a will naming an illegitimate son, the mystery might never be solved.  I just might need some “Luck of the Irish” type help from my DNA group projects.

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