Genealogy is like a jigsaw puzzle, but you don't have the box top, so you don't know what the picture is supposed to look like. As you start putting the puzzle together, you realize some pieces are missing, and eventually you figure out that some of the pieces you started with don't actually belong to this puzzle. I'll help you discover the right pieces for your puzzle and assemble them into a picture of your family.
Saturday, February 6, 2016
I'm Apparently a Sellers via Informal Adoption
You see, my grandfather had a younger brother, George Moore Sellers. I was told by their younger sister that George (who actually went by "Dickie") was named after my great-grandfather Cornelius Elmer Sellers' stepfather, George W. Moore, because Elmer loved his stepfather so much.
I had that little factoid filed away in the back of my brain for several years before I suddenly wondered why, if Elmer loved his stepfather so much, did he name his *second* son after the man, and not his first son? From that it was an easy step to wonder if maybe Dickie actually had been Elmer's first son.
When my sister finally acquired a copy of my grandfather's birth record, it did not resolve the question, as no father was listed. The fact that my great-grandmother filed an amended birth certificate 37 years later and listed Elmer as the father seemed a little too convenient, as poor Elmer had been dead for 22 years and really couldn't argue about the issue.
It occurred to me that this was a great way to use DNA testing to resolve a question. I already had the results of my father's Y-DNA test (Y-DNA being the test for the male sex chromosome, passed down from father to son). I just needed to find a straight male-line descendant of Dickie and convince him to have a test done. This was even one of the wishes I had in my Dear Genea-Santa letter.
I was lucky in that Dickie had two sons and they each had sons. I found most of them through online searches and was able to talk one of my cousins into doing the Y-DNA test (which I of course offered to pay for).
And the big news is here. I received the results of the Y-DNA test for my cousin (grandson of my grandfather's brother) a few days ago. If the Y-DNA for two men matches, they have to descend from the same male ancestor at some point in the past. If it does not match, they do not descend from the same man.
After comparing my father's and my cousin's Y-DNA, the conclusion is that Dickie and my grandfather absolutely do not descend from the same man. My grandfather's biological father was not Cornelius Elmer Sellers, and my family line became Sellerses by informal adoption. When Elmer married Laura Armstrong, he accepted her 7-month-old son by another man, and as far as I know raised him as his own. There are no stories in my family that my grandfather (or any of his siblings) ever knew that Elmer was not his biological father.
Speaking of Y-DNA, another reason this didn't come as a big surprise to me is that with more than 1,000 matches at 12 markers, my father has no matches with anyone named Sellers. My cousin who just took the Y-DNA test? At 37 markers he has eight matches, five of whom are Sellers.
So I think researching my adoptive Sellers family line back to 1615 is far enough, and I probably won't do too much Sellers research anymore. On the other hand, now I have to try to figure out just who Grampa's biological father actually was. And maybe I'll find out that the 12% Irish that Ancestry.com's DNA test claimed for me is actually true. (Of course, that test also said I'm less than 1% English, when one of my great-grandmothers immigrated here from England and her family is traceable in the Manchester area for five generations. So I still don't trust the "cocktail party conversation.")
There are some things I'll miss about the Sellers line. Now I know that I'm not a descendant of Alexander Mack, the founder of the Church of the Brethren (Dunkers); of Justus Fox, a printer in 18th-century Philadelphia who knew Benjamin Franklin; or of Franklin P. Sellers and his son Cornelius Godshalk Sellers, both printers and editors. And I can't claim Sellersville anymore. But I'll be sharing all the research I've done with the cousins I've been contacting and letting them know about the rich heritage that's part of the Sellers name.
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Glad you finally have the answer. Your work will be a bit harder now, but I know you can do it!ReplyDelete
Finding the answer about Elmer was important. Even if I don't find out who Grampa's biological father was, at least I accomplished that. But I already have some leads I'm working on. We'll just have to see what happens.Delete
Well this is certainly a turn up for the books.ReplyDelete
Just when you think you have life some what sorted, along comes that curve ball eh Janice.
I am glad you have some leads to chase down, and who knows your connections this time around will be even more impressive than your Sellers clan.
I will be looking for you in the next offerings of genetic courses!
Thank you, Melissa! I'm sure there will be interesting ancestors and collateral relatives from whatever my genetic line turns out to be. But it's interesting how attached you become to the research you've already done.Delete
Very interesting! It's so cool that you found cousins that we willing to run the Y-DNA test. As for your "Irishness" per Ancestry.com--that's what my post in this link-up was about. Glad to know I'm not the only skeptical one.ReplyDelete
Skepticism is a good thing to have handy when you look at Ancestry's ethnic pie chart, isn't it?Delete
It's pretty amazing what DNA results tell us about our family history. At least you were already suspecting that your Sellers great grandfather might not have been a blood relative so it was more of a confirmation than a complete surprise. Follow up on your new leads - I'm looking forward to hearing the next chapter in your story.ReplyDelete
I warn people who are thinking about doing DNA tests that they need to be prepared for whatever information could be revealed. This is not something to blithely jump into. You need to think it through. Even though I warned all my family members what I was doing, one person was still upset at the result.Delete
I'm hoping to be able to return to my research on this after I move this summer. I've been trying to find time to work on it, but it just isn't happening right now.
When my children were small there was a discussion once where they tried to figure out who their "real" dad was. I was divorced and remarried. They were questioning if their dad who they visited in the summer was the "real" dad or the dad that was with them the rest of the year was the "real" one. I told them in plain clear language that both men were both "real" and neither man was made of plastic. But that the man who they visited in the summer was there when they were just a twinkle in his eye. So the one that lived with us was the step dad and the one that they visited had the twinkles. It worked for us. I hope you leave Elmer's line in your tree. He passed down his family's culture and his family's values to you. He was real too. And if you want to find the one with the twinkles I hope you do. Good luck.ReplyDelete
You will note that nowhere did I say I was looking for my grandfather's "real" father. I consistently call the mystery man his biological father. I know that neither my grandfather nor his siblings ever had any question that Elmer was Grampa's father. But none of the children grew up with the Sellers family culture, because both Elmer and his own father died young. They more likely grew up with the Moore family culture, as Elmer's mother married Mr. Moore when Elmer was about 9 years old and the family moved to Mr. Moore's home in another state.Delete
Quite a story. As you say, people have to be mentally prepared for this possibility. TY for sharing--still as interesting and relevant in 2021 as when you originally wrote.ReplyDelete
Thank you! Sorry to have taken so long to post your comment, but for some reason Blogger didn't alert me to its arrival.Delete
It's amazing to me how many people still innocently buy their DNA kits without thinking through the possible consequences. I guess the marketing is that good.