by Steve Mitchell
So, I’ve had some luck following the easier internet trails and filling in leaves on my family tree.
I’ve found many of my Mom’s ancestors, as far back as when they first arrived in America from Germany and Austro-Hungary (relatively recently).
I’ve followed several branches of my Dad’s family back to before the American Revolution.
But there’s one specific branch I found which someone had researched heavily and it goes all the way back to one of my 17-times great grandfathers.
He wasn’t a Mitchell but he’s my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather.
Unless the interwebs are wrong.
But, that can’t happen.
So, anyhow, doing the math, going back 19 generations, one would have 524,288 17-times great grandparents.
I have over half a million great grandparents at that level and I’ve found the name of one. I don’t even know the name of his spouse, my 17-times great grandmother.
It’s so distant and dilute as to be meaningless.
But it’s still pretty cool.
I wonder how many of his 17-times great grandchildren there are in this world.
And how far back do you have to go to find a grandparent common to everyone?
Really, we’re all cousins.