Well, I finally got around to doing one of those DNA ethnicity tests that are available these days. The results arrived today (see below) and are a little surprising. No, I wasn't at all surprised that my DNA came back as white as a loaf of Wonder Bread - just look at me, after all. But I had always thought that a sizable portion of my genetic heritage was Germanic, at least from what we know about my father's lineage. We know that his ancestors came to America from Germany back in the second half of the nineteenth century. They settled in Wisconsin where the farmland and climate resemble that of Germany. Plus, Wilke is a German last name.
Interestingly, that side of my genetic lineage came back somewhat muted, with my maternal family's lineage and its southern immigration track from the British Isles all the way to Missouri showing up more prominently than anything else. What is fascinating is the predominance of DNA originating from the British Isles and Scandinavia. That was not what I expected. I guess this means I can keep saying "Poppycock!" as much as I want without being guilty of cultural appropriation.
Now, we're just waiting for my wife's results to come back. Her biological mother gave her up for adoption when she was a baby, so very little is known about her genetic past. We look forward to seeing what those results reveal!
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to have some tea and crumpets.