52 Ancestors Week 1 – Fresh Start

This week’s prompt is Fresh Start. This prompt made me think about when I had to make a fresh start researching my father’s family. I think many genealogists have had to make a fresh start with their research at some point. In my case, I learned a valuable lesson to not make assumptions, no matter how strong the circumstantial evidence!

     As I’ve mentioned before, my late father was adopted. When I started out in my research, I did not know much. I knew his birth name, first and last, which was huge! But other than that, all I had heard was that his birth mother was an unwed teenager. That’s it. When the 1940 census was released in 2012, I prepared for a long night of researching. Dad was born in 1950, so his mother would likely be on this census as I was fairly certain she was over the age of ten when he was born! 

     I settled in with coffee and Girl Scout cookies and searched page by page for families with his birth surname. Surprisingly, there were only two in Rhode Island. One was a husband and wife in their 70’s. The other was a family with 4 children. Two boys and two girls. In 1950 the boys would have been 28 and 26. The girls would have been 22 and 15. This must be my father’s family! However, my mother suggested that perhaps his mother was from another state and was only in RI to give birth and place the baby for adoption. Possible, but I didn’t think it likely. One of these 4 must be my father’s parent. Years later, one of the sons worked with my maternal grandfather and my mother went to school with his children. My mother said my father bore a strong resemblance to one of the sons that was in her class. I suspected they were either half brothers or first cousins, so naturally they would look alike.

     I really thought it must be one of the girls who was my father’s mother. Surely his birth surname must be the mother’s name since she was reportedly unmarried. The oldest gave birth to a son 4 months after my father was born, so it clearly wasn’t her. The other girl would have been 15 when my father was born, so that went along with the narrative that his mother was an unwed teenager. I did extensive research on the family and traced their roots back to Colonial America and the settling of Quebec. I began seeing DNA matches to other people who also shared these same ancestors. Distant matches, but clear matches. I still wasn’t 100% sure which one of the siblings was my grandparent, but it was pretty clear it was one of them.

     I had never suspected I had any French Canadian ancestry. I set about learning their history and culture. I dusted off my passport and took a short trip to Quebec to see the area where my ancestors came from. I visited a cemetery where some of the family was buried and paid my respects. I was talking to my mom the evening after visiting the cemetery and told her I would feel pretty foolish if these weren’t my people. My mother, who until this time had been playing devil’s advocate with every new piece of circumstantial evidence I uncovered, said, “Oh, Ellen, they must be.” 

     One day I received a message on Ancestry from a woman who had noticed I was researching the family. She asked what my connection was. I explained I was researching them trying to trace my father’s birth family. She was a cousin to the 4 siblings, but hadn’t had contact with them for years. We shared our online trees with each other and she wrote to me that when she saw the photos of my father, “she gasped and had tears” because he looked so much like her late brother. She shared the photos with other members of her family, and they all agreed my father must be their cousin. 

     I’d like to say that I did not go any further down this rabbit hole, but… I was thoroughly convinced the youngest daughter was my grandmother and decided to write her a letter. The letter was very nice and I simply told her my father’s birth name and  birth date and of my research into her family. I told her of my DNA matches to other descendants of her ancestors. I told her I was only researching to discover my roots and was not looking to forge a relationship or cause any upset. I gave her my email address and phone number in case she had any questions or wanted any other information. A couple of months later I received an email. The poor woman was probably trying to figure out how to deal with this lunatic writing to her. She said she was not my grandmother. I had no idea whether or not to believe her. After all, if she had been keeping this secret for over 6 decades, wouldn’t she be expected to deny it? 

     A few months later I petitioned the court, and received a copy of my father’s original birth certificate and his adoption records. When I opened the envelope, I fully expected to see my suspicions confirmed. I was momentarily stunned to see a name I had never heard of written on the sheet of paper. His mother was married? And 22? Where was the unwed teenager I had been told about? No wonder I didn’t find her on the 1940 census; Her surname in 1950 was her husband’s as she had been married in 1945. Her husband was not from Rhode Island – she met him while he was serving in the Navy. I discovered my father’s true birth mother also had French Canadian ancestry. I also learned that nearly all people with French Canadian ancestry are interconnected, so it wasn’t surprising that I would share ancestors with the other family I was so convinced I was related to.

     Armed with the information about the correct birth mother, I started a new family tree. It pained me to delete the tree with the wrong family. I had spent nearly two years researching them. I didn’t really mind having to make a fresh start. I love the research, and was quite happy to have another branch of my family to uncover. Making the fresh start led me to some lovely aunts and cousins that I never would have found otherwise!

 

 

GEDmatch update

This morning, the internet is abuzz with the latest in the GEDmatch saga.

I am glad that Curtis Rogers and John Olson seem to have taken to heart the concerns of the genetic genealogy community and the users of their website. Their decision to violate their terms of service may have been an isolated incident of poor judgement, and they seem to be taking appropriate action now. However, I am not confident that they will not be persuaded to make that same decision at some point in the future. Unfortunately, they have lost my trust and I am no longer comfortable providing them access to my DNA data.

Another 2¢ about GEDmatch

There has been a lot of controversy surrounding DNA testing lately. Some people have been upset by the police using DNA data to solve cold cases. This data that had been uploaded by individuals interested in genetic genealogy for their own personal research. The site law enforcement has primarily been using is GEDmatch.

GEDmatch is an open data website where people can upload their DNA raw data to compare with other users. They accept uploads from several companies, so it’s a great way to compare DNA with people who have tested with companies other than the one(s) you’ve tested with. You choose a user name and can provide an email address if you want people to be able to contact you. There are many free tools on the free website. It’s a wonderful way to not only find family, but to figure out exactly how you are related as they have a chromosome browser – something that some of the other sites do not offer.

Several cold cases have been solved using the DNA uploaded by unsuspecting family members of criminals. When it was announced in April of 2018 that the police had solved the Golden State Killer case with data found on GEDmatch, people reacted. Many were afraid that they and their families could be subjects of a witch hunt if their DNA remotely matched DNA from a crime scene. GEDmatch listened to their user’s concerns and updated their terms of service to say that they would assist law enforcement by giving access to user’s DNA data only in extreme cases such as murder or violent rape.

This week, they violated their own terms of service by allowing law enforcement to access their user’s DNA data for a case that does not meet the criteria established in their terms of service. Parabon NanoLabs initially refused to assist the police, but relented after GEDmatch contacted them requesting them to grant permission. In Tuesday’s occurrence, the detective assigned to the case contacted GEDmatch directly and explained the details of the brutal beating of a 71 year old woman. The brutality of the crime was such that it resulted in GEDmatch relenting and allowing Parabon to provide DNA info to the police.

I think it’s great that so many criminals are being brought to justice and I have no problem with law enforcement being assisted by the gentlemen behind GEDmatch. I agreed to the new terms of service. I discussed the new terms of service with the individuals that I administer tests for. I gave them the option to have their DNA profiles removed from the site. I was okay with the police potentially having access to my DNA information to solve rapes and murders – and I willingly consented when I agreed to the new terms of service. Had they updated their terms of service and requested permission to use my DNA for murder, violent rape, and also savage beatings, perhaps I would have agreed. I am not okay with having a third party decide for me that using my DNA for any other circumstances other than what I agreed to is acceptable. I’ve never agreed with the idea that it’s better to beg forgiveness rather than ask permission.

A new friend who is an adoptee recently told me she has considered DNA testing, but is concerned about insurance companies accessing her data in order to deny or limit coverage. With each company I’ve tested with, the terms of service state that they will not share my information with insurance companies. They also state that they will not share my data with law enforcement unless presented with a subpoena or a warrant.

As of today, I have removed all DNA profiles that I had previously uploaded to GEDmatch. As useful as the site has been, I cannot continue to give someone access to my DNA only for them to do what they like with it despite what I have agreed to. I’ve been a big proponent of DNA testing since I first spit in a vial 7 years ago. I still maintain it is one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. As a result, I’ve gained a wonderful sister and my amazing nieces and nephew. Not to mention the great cousins I’ve collected along the way. I will continue to recommend testing for anyone looking for family or just curious about ethnicity. As always, choose the testing company wisely. Be sure to read the terms of service so you know how your DNA data will be used. Of course it’s possible they could violate their terms of service like Gedmatch did. If that happens, I’ll delete my data from those companies as well. For now, the benefits outweigh the risks.