Sunday, January 27, 2013

What Makes Us, Us

In a past post I blogged about the many catalogs I get in the mail. I usually look through them, rarely order anything and then recycle them.

In September of last year I got a National Geographic catalog in the mail and I saw something that sounded interesting so I bought it (and two days later, talked The Colonel into getting one too).

We bought two National Geographic Geno 2.0-Genographic Project Participation and DNA Ancestry Kits.

More than half a million people have participated in the project. The project tests nearly 150,000 DNA markers that have been specifically selected to provide unprecedented ancestry-related information. The project is an ambitious attempt to help answer fundamental questions about where humankind originated and how we came to populate the earth.

As participants, The Colonel and I contributed our data (DNA) to the Genographic Project's database and are helping their scientists and researchers to chart a comprehensive map of the early stages of human history.

Through our participation we would discover the migration paths of our ancient ancestors. We would also learn what percentage of our genome is affiliated with specific regions of the world and if we have Neanderthal (Western Eurasian Caveman) or Denisovan (Eastern Eurasian Caveman; first bone found in a cave in Siberia and the bone was that of a young female) ancestry.

We were excited when the kits finally arrived in the mail.


We opened our kits, thoroughly read the instructions and began to gather our DNA samples. With clean hands we opened the cheek swabs and began to vigorously (yet painlessly) scrape the inside of one cheek for about 45 seconds. We then ejected the swab tip into one of the little vials by using the plunger on the other end of the swab. We repeated the sequence with the second swab but scraped the opposite cheek.


Now we were ready to package our DNA samples and send them in the mail.


The Colonel and I were alerted, via an email, as to where in the project's process our DNA samples were. My DNA sample was isolated on November 7th and finally completed on December 3rd. The Colonel's sample took roughly a week to ten days longer to be completed. Males have a Y chromosome so the patriarchal line needs to be traced as well as their matriarchal X chromosome. Females have two X chromosomes so only the matriarchal line can be traced.

My DNA results showed that I am 42% Northern European, 39% Mediterranean and 16% Southwest Asian. This means that my first reference population is British (United Kingdom) and my second reference population is German. My hominid ancestry is 1.4% Neanderthal and 1.7% Denisovan.

Remember, The Colonel got his results later than I did and when he found out that I had Neanderthal DNA he laughed and called me a "knuckle-dragger". When his results came in they showed he had more Neanderthal DNA than I did at 3.0% (more than twice mine. Who is the "knuckle-dragger" now hmmm?). His Denisovan ancestry is 3.2% (again, more than mine). Most non-Africans are about 2% Neanderthal. 


The Colonel's DNA result percentages were very similar to mine. He is 44% Northern European, 36% Mediterranean and 18% Southwest Asian so his first reference population is British (United Kingdom) and his second reference population is German like mine.

By looking at the genetic markers I carry, the Geno 2.0 Project traced my lineage, ancestor by ancestor (female ancestors only via the Mitochondrial DNA I carry) and revealed a path they traveled as they moved out of Africa. My earliest ancestors lived in East Africa about 70,000 years ago and were the first modern humans to leave Africa and move northward.

As my ancestors moved north they lived in the eastern Mediterranean region and western Asia for a while, and this is where they coexisted for a time with the Neanderthals (and when the Neanderthal DNA was introduced into my lineage).

My maternal ancestors would eventually migrate to southeastern Europe and then expand north into Europe. They survived by hunting and finding wild food sources. In Europe, they met with those who were already there and formed new cultures that are reflected in the archaeological record. Thus, my cousins played an important role in the history of Europe.

The Colonel and I are interested in our genealogy and learning where we fit on the "Genetic Family Tree of Humankind" is right up our alleys. Knowing our genetic ancestry is a gift we passed down to our children. Now they know that they have British (United Kingdom) and German ancestry on both sides of the family.

I am glad I decided to purchase something from one of the myriad of catalogs that pass through my mailbox. It has been interesting and exciting to learn about The Colonel's and my genetic ancestors and help the National Geographic's Geno Project.

Note: The Geno Project is an on-going process. The DNA I supplied to them is being constantly reviewed as they have more information to compare it to and as more people join the project. In August 2013 I was informed that my reference populations changed. My first reference population is now German and my second reference population is Greek. I have a younger brother joining the project soon. I am curious to see what my paternal side of the family will show through his DNA.

Note: My youngest brother's DNA showed that our paternal side of the family is Danish. So, as of July 12, 2014, our DNA makeup is: Danish, German and Greek. 

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Going Inside Downton Abbey

Like many Americans, I am addicted to the BBC series, Downton Abbey. I have already seen all the episodes of season three (my daughter, with her computer know-how, was able to find it for me online and I watched it over the Thanksgiving Day break) and I am watching it again (like everyone else, on PBS television, every Sunday evening) but this time I am taking notes. I have to.

Martha, my doctor (PhD) friend, has talked me into co-teaching a course with her for a local college's Adult Continuing Education Program (or should I use the British spelling...programme?).

Our course is entitled: Upstairs, Downstairs Psychology. The classes will he held on Fridays (Jan 25, Feb 8-22) from 3:00-4:30 p.m. There will be tea served at each class (in bone china cups with scones and everything!).

Our goal for this course will be to analyze the mindset of those who lived upstairs (masters) and downstairs (servants) in English country houses like Downton Abbey. We will explore the dynamics of the master/servant relationship. We will also revisit episodes of Downton Abbey.

Martha and I have started a blog that will go hand-in-hand with the course.

I have been watching British television programmes since the 1970's. I remember seeing some of the original Upstairs, Downstairs series back then.

Last year Martha watched every episode of Upstairs, Downstairs as her broken arm was mending. She admits to burning out her Kindle Fire and having to get a new one. Now that is an addiction! She told me I just had to watch the entire series. I did, on Netflix, and had I had a Kindle Fire, I probably would have burned mine out too.

Julian Fellowes, the creator/writer of Downton Abbey, must have watched Upstairs, Downstairs in the 1970's also because some of his story lines are very similar. I would recommend watching Upstairs, Downstairs (the 1970's version, not the recent one, I tried to watch that and lost interest) to everyone who enjoys Downton Abbey.

I am looking forward to co-teaching the upcoming course. Who wouldn't like talking about a favorite television series over a "cuppa"?

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

2013



Happy New Year!

Monday, December 31, 2012

Ode to 2012


A roller coaster of a year has just gone by

One big low but many a high

The death of my dad filled me with grief

It will be anything but brief

His passing helps me appreciate life more

So I look forward to what 2013 has in store


Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Monday, December 10, 2012

Celebrating 125 Years!


The little town I live in celebrated its 125th birthday on December 7th. There were all kinds of activities going on around town the week before.

The Colonel and I helped to hang a timeline of the city's history in one of the downtown buildings. The timeline was visited by many people and was featured in the local paper.


 A luncheon and dinner were held too. The Colonel, his parents and I attended the luncheon. The food had a southern flair: fried chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans, rolls and for dessert, banana pudding.


As we were eating our lunches, a 25 year-old time capsule was opened.


Below is a picture of some of the items that people thought were important enough to put in the time capsule back in 1987. Someone had put in a roll of toilet paper with a note saying, I don't know what you use now, but this is what we used. I hardly think cleaning the human backside would/could have changed all that much in 25 years. Notice the Big Gulp cup...someone knew back in 1987 that a Big Gulp would be an endangered species in some parts of the country now.


There was also entertainment. A local choir group sang some Christmas carols. They were pretty good.


On the day of the actual birthday celebration, several activities were planned and they would begin around 7 p.m.

There was one activity that The Colonel and I visited that was not part of the birthday celebration activities. Since it was December 7th and the anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor, one of the local cemeteries was having a memorial service with over 2,000 luminaries spread throughout the grounds. We did not watch the memorial service; we walked around, appreciating all of the luminaries.



As we walked around I spied a statue of St. Matthew. As I got closer to the statue I began to laugh and called The Colonel to me. St. Matthew had some Spanish moss growing out of his nose.



I picked St. Matthew's nose and freed it from the epiphyte. Now he could breathe easier.


We headed into town for the birthday festivities. There was Christmas music, birthday cake (enough to feed 2,000), lighting of the town's Christmas tree (32-foot tall with 9,000 lights), a parade with the local high school band and Santa and the Mrs. in a fire truck...and snow (bubbles)!







This is Bob "Fig" Newton. He was instrumental in getting the town's Christmas tree last year. He campaigned and raised the $33,000 to purchase the tree. It is the same kind of tree that can be found at Disney World, Sea World and Universal Studios.


Santa and Mrs. Claus exited the fire truck at another one of our town's pretty Christmas trees.




The Colonel and I enjoyed our evening...we love our little town.