So the gene results
are in. Your ancestors did
rape and pillage mine.
NOTES: At my house, we recently took advantage of the Amazon Prime sale to buy a couple of genetic testing kits.
When the results came back, they pretty much confirmed what we thought we knew about our ethnic backgrounds. My wife is pretty much pure Scandinavian Viking. Which makes sense, because she can trace her line back a couple of generations to when the Norwegians came to this country. (There was that scandalous mixed marriage between a Norwegian and a Swede, a couple of steps back. But that was just a slight detour.)
She manifests the Viking traditions of loving the ocean, and attacking physical challenges like a berserker. (The photo above is from her foray into triathlon competition a few years ago.)
I’m pretty much mostly British, with a little German and French thrown in. (Think Hobbit.) Which is pretty normal due to the various influxes of Normans and Anglo-Saxons to the British Isles.
Because we knew my wife was descended from Vikings, we had long joked about her ancestors invading my ancestors’ homeland. And sure enough, there is a tiny percentage in my genetic report that shows up “Scandinavian.”
As I’ve told her all along. “Your ancestors raped and pillaged mine.”
As our friend Tom, who was born in Norway, says, “Of course, the Vikings made many romantic adventures to England.”
Romantic to him, maybe.
Poetic Champions 