Week 34: Newest discovery #52Ancestorsin52Weeks

Occasionally when you are researching one thing, you come across something or someone you didn't expect.

I am still trying to pin down how I am related to the huge group of Mormon matches I wrote about in Week 23. (https://rootsshootsandstories.blogspot.com/2023/06/week-23-so-many-descendants.html). I know they are connected to my maternal side and, with that in mind, I was reviewing the DNA matches of my maternal first cousin, Karen. Karen's dad David was my mum's brother. Looking through her paternal matches, I hoped to find someone who might link to research I had already done on my matches. So... imagine my surprise when I saw a name I recognised!

The name of this match was familiar to me, not because I had come across it in my own list of matches, but because it was the name of someone I personally know, a lady named Tracey. I know her because I was her French teacher and years later we became teaching colleagues!!

So, now I have another puzzle to research - finding out how Tracey and I are related. All I know is the connection is on Tracey's maternal line. My cousin Karen and Tracey share no other matches on Ancestry, so it is back to good old fashioned genealogy to find the link. To that end, I've started building Tracey's tree.

There really is no end to where your research can lead you. Every new discovery just opens up a new door.

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