Today I got back my genetic testing results from 23 and Me. Aside from some deeply relieving genetic disease probability results, and one slightly scary one, I’ve learned that despite an Irish name on my mother’s side and a Scottish one on my dad’s, I am in fact… French!
This is interesting because I knew my dad’s grandfather was French–but because I’m female, I only receive maternal haplogroup results. And my mother’s family identifies strongly as German! What a mystery.
Anyway, getting to hearth culture, I was quite drawn to the Gaulish culture initially, but drew back after discovering how few solid records there are of the Gaulish Celts and after identifying my patron not as Taranis but as Manannan Mac Lir. Now that I know my ancestors were Gauls, though, I’ll make an effort to learn more about that particular culture, even though I feel the Irish hearth culture is where I belong.
Have any of you come across this in your own work? I want to honor my ancestors but sharing a pantheon with them, but I don’t want to give up my pantheon of choice. My solution? Honor both!
If you’re curious, I belong to haplogroup H6a1.