It's a wonder that we can find anything out on our ancestors.  I know that some of you probably have had the same situations but our family seems to really take the cake.

First, after being a "Lynn" all my life, I find out that biologically I am a Hughes.  This is because of my grandmother divorcing her first husband and her second husband adopted the kids when they were young.

My husband (whose mother was adopted in Bulgaria, no traces there) always thought that he was a "Woller" all his life.  It was a family joke that he looked like "uncle John" who was not his uncle, just a close friend of the family.  His mother was pregnant when she married his dad.  Come to find out, uncle John is most likely his biological father.  We will learn more on this soon. 

Then there is the possibility that his daughter is not really his.  His wife was fooling around.  The daughter doesn't know this.

My step-mom had her DNA done, along with her brother so they could get both the maternal and paternal results.  They are very close matches (within 3 generations) to the Edgar family.  Huh?  There are no Edgars in their family.  She is doing some research and found there was an Edgar living in their county who was a bank president.  He died the year after my step-mom's father was born.  Her grandfather also worked at a bank.   So is her father really the son of this Edgar who maybe was adopted out after Edgar's death?  Did grandma have a fling with the bank president?  Who knows?  There is no one left alive to tell.  It is confusing my step-mom and all these Edgars who are in the Edgar DNA project.

And we wonder why we have all these brick walls in our research...geeze!