Where do my people come from?? DNA testing will tell me!

Yesterday I turned 51.

Its hard for me to believe that I am that old/young. Sometimes I laugh when I think about my life and how I feel and how I live my life.

Am I a normal 51 year old? What’s “normal” today? Things have changed so much.

When I was a weeee girl, we visited family members that looked like they were ancient. No joke. And these people were possibly 60? If they lived much longer than that, it was a miracle because they had lived hard lives.

Not the kind of life that I have lived. They worked with their hands and with their backs . They tilled the land. They moved GIANT boulders off of their farm land by hand so that they could sow a harvest.

These people were NO JOKE.

Seriously, if I met them today I would have to cast my eyes down in shame if I told them my working hours.

That’s what I mean.

We have no clue what our forefathers did to make OUR world what it is today.


I have total and utter respect for them.


When I was young, I was young. I didn’t know any better and I thought everyone lived a life like me. So naive. I am embarrassed to even write that now.

Looking back at my life, I realize I have led a very sheltered one. One of privilege. Not the kind of privilege where I had a car given to me at 16 but the kind where we always had a nice home. We always had food on the table. I always felt secure in the fact that I knew I was “safe”. I didn’t have to fight for anything. My life just floated.

Well, it certainly didn’t float because of anything I did. I just went along for the ride because I didn’t know any better.

Now I do.

Today I work hard to be appreciative of everything my parents worked so hard to accumulate for us 5 kids.

Today I am respectful of my elders and want to hear their stories and want to share in their knowledge because I understand that our future is short. Possibly there isn’t much time left to get these stories?

Perhaps no one listens to their stories any more because they have “heard it all before”.

And how can I share their stories with the world? How can I share them with the younger generation?

Because I have invested in knowing my elders, I am richer.

There was something inside of me that felt that a part of my family history stopped when we moved to America in 1973 and I wanted it back. That was a also a driving force in me wanting to return. I needed their stories to fill a place in ME and my soul.

Do you have this in your life? Do you have any of your elders left? Do you have family that you surround yourself with that shares their history? If we don’t get this history now its gone forever.

Unlike today when everything is noted on Facebook or on Instagram, if our elders didn’t write it down, its gone forever. And that’s a shame!

We all come from somewhere. Our heritage is a part of who we are.

I did something called a DNA test a few years back and I found out some pretty interesting news. I knew my mom and dad came from Finland and Sweden but I wanted to know more.

I wanted to go back 2000 years! With DNA that is possible! It ain’t cheap but it’s possible and its very cool.

I found out that I am:

47.6% Scandinavian

39.1 % Finnish

13.3% Baltic

How about them’z apples!?! Pretty cool right?

Do you have any interest in knowing what you come from? There are lots of companies that do this now and mine happened to be out of Houston, TX. Funny that I had to send my spit to Houston but I did it. So did mom and Thomas. 🙂

If you want to know what company I used, reach out. I would be glad to share it with you.

Do you feel like you have lost your connection to your elders? Do you even know who your elders are or where your family lineage comes from?

I think this subject is fascinating. I would love to hear any cool stories that you want to share with me if you have any.

Take it easy and stay cool and hydrated. Its hotter than the blazes here in Sweden and this is not a land with much air conditioning.

Share your thoughts if you have any! I would love to hear from you.

Big hugs!