So... here she is again. Dorcas Louise Allen Ashe. My great grandmother .. my mothers grandmother is on her lap. .. she's been quite the mystery to me over the past ten or fifteen years. Looking at this picture , I was amazed at the obvious differences in skin complexion. I checked records and more records. I found that the two light skinned babies died in a tornado that was in the paper in 1909. They were actually working in a mill and the tornado hit. There were no laws against child labor back then. They were doing what people did back then. Working together. So sad. So.. next .. after always hearing stories and that we were #blackdutch .. I assumed we must be either Native American or part black. Probably melungeon. I found records of her living in skullyville on a reservation. I took a DNA test myself and it showed nothing. I'm as white as a person can be. I finally got my grandmom to do a test also. It turns out the language my grandmothers grandmother spoke wasn't Cherokee or Choctaw ( as I even had documents of their living on reservation land for both groups). It was some form of gypsy language. I'm not sure of which. It's sad we lost that culture. Living in Georgia was hard being anything other than Scottish or Irish. ( which we are, of course). But that bit of ourselves is starting to emerge more clearly as time goes by. So I kind of suspected she may be gypsy. Now after getting her DNA results back it's pretty cool that it DID INDEED show south Asian( Indian) and Caucasus origin .. along with Balkan and Eastern European .. the mystery is PRETTY CLOSE to being solved. Now to find out how they would end up here in Georgia. I really love #ancestry its fascinating. #neverendingpuzzle #history .