We all grow up with the weight of history on us. Our ancestors dwell in the attics of our brains as they do in the spiraling chains of knowledge hidden in every cell of our bodies.
We are all similar, yet we are unique
To understand and reconnect with our stories, the stories of the ancestors, is to build our identities.
I know very little about my ancestors but I do know they, more than not, came from England, Ireland, Germany, Hungary and France. There could have been some that were Scottish and Dutch too. I even discovered an American Indian in my maternal grandmothers family tree. I could only hope to know more about their lives.
One thing I know for sure, maybe two, is that with the exception of the American Indian, they were all immigrants to the United States and where would I be without them.
I’m thinking that they had to have been courageous and adventuresome people to have left where they came from and travel to a virtually brand new country. I only wish I knew what circumstance brought them here.
My dad said that his mother came from Hungary to join her husband and came through Ellis Island which is well known for processing immigrants into the US. The story of how they met and why they choose to live here is unknown.
We are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.
Yet for all the unknowns, they are all a part of me. They make up my DNA. They say that we’re all 99.9 percent alike . Of the 3 billion base pairs in the human genome, only 0.1 percent are unique to us. What that 0.1 percent is still what makes us unique, it means we’re all more similar than we are different.
I think it is good to remember those similarities as well to celebrate our differences. We live in a world that is a rich blend of cultural traditions that all have something contribute to our way of life.
Our history begins before we are born. We represent the hereditary influences of our race and our ancestors virtually live in us.