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Archives for June 2009
DNA Testing Reveals Our True Relatives
This story about personal DNA testing is quite interesting. I know a few people who are doing this. Take a look at this excerpt:
“Take Cezary Fudali, a 41-year-old business and securities lawyer living in Ottawa, Ontario. He has always been drawn to books about Israel and Middle Eastern architecture. But it wasn’t until he turned to his own family history that he began to see a connection between his intellectual curiosity and his own life.
Through an Internet ancestry site, he met a cousin from New Jersey who asked him if he knew his mother was adopted. Fudali was shocked. She told him that in the summer of 1943, during World War II, his maternal grandparents passed through a train station in Rozwadow, Poland, where they met a poor woman who begged them to take her child. Miraculously, his grandparents took the baby home and raised her as their own. His mother, who still lives in Poland, never knew she was adopted until her son heard this story, and his great aunt confirmed it. His mother still doesn’t believe the story is true.
Fudali, however, got some convincing evidence in 2003, when his ancestry research led him to a company called Family Tree DNA, one of a number of new companies selling cheek-swab tests that reveal genetic origins through mitochondrial DNA, a type of DNA inherited from one’s mother. Fudali, who was born into a rather typical Polish family in Warsaw in 1967—his father was Catholic by birth, but called himself an atheist—took the DNA test and was shocked to find he fell into a group called H-6A1, which is DNA that has only been found among Eastern European, Moroccan, Algerian, and Turkish Jews. Fudali concluded that his mother was of Judaic origins, and this information led him to believe that the woman who had given up her baby was most probably a Jew trying to save her daughter from the Nazis.
In 2006, a group of scientists discovered that 40 percent of the world’s Ashkenazi Jews could now be traced back to four women—two years later, a team of geneticists at universities in England and Spain discovered through Y chromosome testing that 20 percent of the population of the Iberian Penisula has Sephardic Jewish ancestry. A large majority of these hidden genetic Jews had converted to Catholicism during the Spanish Inquisition, and many had migrated to Italy.”
Hat Tip to: Rabbi Fink
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A Father’s Day Post
Confession time. I have listened to Josh Groban sing You Are Loved about eight times in a row. There is something about it that grabs my attention. I haven’t watched more than thirty seconds of the video.
Canto Della Terra with Andrea Bocelli & Sarah Brightman does it too and so does Springsteen singing Tunnel of Love. Don’t know exactly what it is, but they touch me. I listen to those songs and others and find myself wishing that I could sing.
Second confession. If I could sing, I mean if I could really sing I’d want to be able to do a couple of things. First, I’d want to have the sort of voice that made you stop in your tracks. Second, I’d want to have the sort of presence that made you feel like that when I was singing it was for you only.
Third confession. I do sing and have sung for you before. You might not remember, or perhaps you do, that day so long ago on Hampshire Road or was it somewhere else, in a secret garden all of our own. The world that no one else has seen. There I sang softly, quietly because that is the only way that my voice sounds ok.
Perhaps I shall sing again for you, perhaps not. Somewhere, some day along that Hampshire Road.
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The kids couldn’t wait until Father’s Day to give me their gifts. They were far too excited and insisted on my receiving them earlier this week. I didn’t mind. They were both handmade and will be gifts that I hold onto for more than just sentimental reasons.
The big guy gave me a travel mug that has a note from him and a picture of him holding a football. His sister the dark haired beauty gave me a desk tool that holds papers and was decorated by her. I don’t want her to feel like she is getting the short shrift here because I am already using it. It really is something that is helping me to stay organized and it is beautiful because she made it.
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As it happens tomorrow is the third yahrtzheit of the death of my paternal grandfather. I have been fortunate to have been close to my grandfathers and am glad that I still have my maternal to hang out with. But not a day goes by that I don’t think about my other grandfather.
Tomorrow I’ll see my dad and we’ll celebrate Father’s Day together, but it will be different for me. Different because I’ll get to do it as both a son and a father. It is different because when things are hard and I feel like I need to lean on my father I can still do it. If I want his advice or to just bitch about things, he is there.
But my dad doesn’t have that option any more. I haven’t forgotten listening to him talk at the funeral and how he said that his father was his hero.
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Three years have passed since I had to call my father and tell him that grandpa had died. Fifteen since I had to tell him that his little brother had died. When my grandmother died I was young, so I didn’t have to pass that news along.
He doesn’t hold it against me and never would, but when I think about it I sometimes feel badly.
Tomorrow night he’ll celebrate the day with half of his grandchildren and most of his children. It will be a lot of fun, but I am sure that there will be a moment or two where he thinks about his dad and misses being able to talk to him.
Not because he is in dire need of his help, but because sometimes it is nice to be able to talk to your dad. Because there are moments where it is just nice. One of the best Father’s Day gifts I got was reading my son’s report card. It was just awesome to see how we’ll he had done and to read about how much he had grown.
I couldn’t help but call my folks and tell them about their grandson. The kid is smart and has always done well, but this was just something else. I got a lot of pleasure out of telling them about him and how he deserved most of the credit because had done the work.
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So tomorrow I’ll make a point of asking him if he wants to go visit grandpa. And if he does I’ll offer to drive and the two of us will go say hi. And if not, well that is ok with me because it is Father’s Day and the whole point is to ask my father what he wants for his day.
Happy Father’s Day Dad, I love you.
The Best of Jewish/Israeli Blogosphere
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My Cover Letter
(This is a copy of the cover letter I send out when I am looking for work)
Dear Hiring Manager,
If you are need in of adding to the mediocrity of your department and want someone who can fill a cubicle than I might be the right person for the job.
Most days I’ll come in somewhere close to our agreed upon starting time. I’ll slowly make my way to my desk and then collapse in my seat where I’ll spend precious moments building a paper clip necklace or staring aimlessly at the calendar.
While I wait for my computer to boot up I’ll head over to the kitchen because you can’t really expect me to start working without a cup of coffee. With any luck Jim or Sue will have had the good sense to bring in some donuts because a day at the office without a donut just isn’t the same.
Eventually I’ll make my way back to my desk to begin my day. But before I get started I’ll have to check my Facebook account and see if any of my friends have put up any funny jokes that I can steal and claim for my own.
Besides I learned in business school that happy employees are far more productive than unhappy ones. Or maybe I read that on one of those Facebook quizzes. You know I took one that told me that told me that this position is the perfect job for me which is another reason why you should hire me.
Anyway, I hope that your company offers a lot of breaks. I read online that some countries in Europe have a mandate that every employee be given at least two hours of nap time. Some of them even require that companies allow them to bring their pets to work or pay extra for doggie daycare.
When you call me for my interview please make sure that it is not before ten am or you’ll wake me up. Oh, and don’t call after five because that is when I like to go to the gym. Can’t wait to hear from you and tell you why I am going to be your next employee.
Sincerely,
Jack B