For those of you that have read “Paper and Spit”, my posts will continue to expand and enlarge the journey begun in 1995. Family history is a never-ending saga. I will be adding to what has already been recorded and commenting on aspects of DNA testing as I encounter new or previously undiscovered information.
September 11th, Diana and I headed out for a three week trip to Ireland, England, Scotland and Sweden. While visiting Scotland, I had the opportunity to walk in the footsteps of recently discovered ancestors. Genetic Genealogy had created a path for me to tread that had been done so many years earlier by my forbearers.
Gilbert McIntosh, my 4th Great grandfather, had been a resident of the area surrounding Loch Tay, located in Perthshire, Scotland. Just to know I was there, walking where he walked, seeing what he saw, and staying in close proximity to where he lived brought the
DNA test confirmations to life. Gilbert McIntosh wasn’t just a name … he was living through me as I experienced his homeland.
For this adoptee, confirming the identity of my dad was the culmination of a twenty year journey. Being in Scotland, particularly on the shores of Loch Tay, confirmed my place in the McIntosh family.
