Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
Roots. The first thing I thought of was the movie. And that led to thinking about the present interest in sending one’s DNA to some laboratory that will break it down into one’s ethnic roots.
I have a cynical turn of mind about some things, and this is one of them. Seems like a good way to make a lot of money, to me.
Maybe I’m not impressed because I know all I need to know about my roots. German and Swedish on Dad’s side; Heinz 57 on Mom’s. One of my maternal aunts did an exhaustive family tree, which was interesting to follow. Most interesting to me is that she discovered some Polish Jew ancestry back in the 14th or 15th century.
Interesting, but not life-changing.
So maybe my DNA would reveal that I’m actually descended from some near-eastern royalty, and I’m really a princess from a long-lost tribe somewhere.
So? I would venture to say that my life would go on just as it is, because no one really cares if my father was the seventh son of some German nobility, or if my mom is actually descended from the Queen of Sheba.
Maybe it matters somewhere, but not here in America. And that’s just fine with me.