Stuck on step 4...ever.

I am still waiting on a step at 23andMe that most people complete  within a week or so. It's going on 5 weeks for me and a handful of others. It's driving me mad. A nice lady on a group I'm in is trying to unlock her ancestry transfer to ftdna matches. She needs 4 people. Here is the link to use or to at least share for her. https://www.familytreedna.com/autosomalTransfer?atdna=91w5OcY1oZXrZTTidT1oVw%3D%3D

I at least want to help her since all I can do is wait on my stuff. It seems I have space alien DNA or something. Perhaps it's a conspiracy such as "Quick, hide your data and family trees, she is about to get her results and we can only stall her 6 weeks" I just watch and try to be happy for all the people who mailed their kits in weeks after me and already have their results or at least have updates. If it were just one kit I'd be worried but since it's several mailed from different places at different times by different people I know it's either the NC lab or who/what ever posts this date to the site. I don't suppose there is any hope on a Sunday. I'll be checking anyways as I know myself too well to deny this lol 

So far I do know the following things:

I'm U5B2C2 and still waiting on ftdna Full sequence 

I have Quakers galore on one side (I think paternal) 

I have Irish cousins although I have very little Irish DNA. 

My Gedmatch is F373715

None of my Autosomal matches appear to share my maternal haplogroup due to not testing, not being , not sharing or not testing a full enough sequence. 

I know my cousin's trees better than they do and certainly more than  I know my own. 

I have found no evidence of my mother that describes my non id info I was given. 

I'm hoping for a closer match. 

I may never find the truth in my lifetime. 

I'm backing off this search very soon if nothing is found. I won't give up nor abandon it, just focus on the here and now more. :-) 

There are 11 more U5b2c2 little humans since me that I know of for fact. 

No signs of any aunts/uncles/siblings/nieces/nephews looking for me.

If one of my older sibs had kids young and that kid had a kid young and that kid, I may have a great great niece/nephew out there.  

I'll never understand people who don't embrace family. I don't mean in an "in your face" sort of way either. But to see a child that is your great grandchild and not think how freaking adorable and outstanding is some cold crap I don't get. 

It's quite easy for selfish people to walk  away and not look back. 

I help as much as I can even while I'm needing help.  Not everyone shares this approach. 

One can not teach common sense nor can they teach another to have a conscience. 

I need more coffee :-) 

Posters---Self exploitation again ISO Truth.

A friend made me this poster to help in my search in hopes this graphic may be shared. 

I made a new one with less speculation since this. 

Birds of No like-feather: Where the name of this blog came from :-)

Birds of No like-feather: Where the name of this blog came from :-)

Dreams of my Soil

I don't know if it's because my DNA kit is on it's way and I'm anxious or if it's the fact that no one is looking for me, but I went to bed thinking about a reoccurring dream I used to have about a house. It was familiar and I just thought of it as imaginary. I'd always end up looking around this house in sometimes a birds eye view. Couldn't be a memory as I don't think I used to fly or anything and I was certainly never that tall. But what if, just yet another what if, it was some kind of young child memory. Too young to find words perhaps. Perception of an infant? It was somehow familiar and didn't always end in tragedy. But it was always the same house, one that I can't clearly recall in my awakened state. I then thought of a post I made earlier about the soil not being mine. Based on the theory some people have about their birth place...their home. Never really having a home or sense of belonging. I made sure my children had a strong sense of family and closeness. I am my own family's roots. I'd like to discover something a little further back although it's not too likely. I pondered about Birth certificate's birth area codes that I just learned about. Each state has one. I don't have one on mine. Boston is the only place that doesn't have one. Could it be that I'm from there? Maybe things were amended in Upstate NY but would they ever admit if I were from another state or country? Seems more than likely I am not from Syracuse. Never felt at home there and maybe I need to approach this search  from a more natural gut instinctive place. Paperwork and Dates etc are not jiving. I fell asleep after my mind got dizzy from these circles. These lies and inaccuracies. I drifted off and I began dreaming.....


The house again...I was in charge of my dream of course, like I always am when I dream, I witness things and change what doesn't look right. I resist the urge to steer away from the truth. The Truth. Where is that? I look in my dream. The soil. I was hoping to find that soil that belonged to me. The familiar. But instead I found a path. One I broke away from (or was torn away from). A broken path. I wasn't sure to go back to where it started or run on ahead to see where it had left off. The bird's eye view was no longer there for me to see. But I learned something. I was a traveler and so were my people. I think I really did have people. I think we were on a journey. One that stopped short. I don't think I was meant to be held up. Unfortunately I was thrown off course and put somewhere I couldn't resume anything. Where I no longer even knew the purpose nor could learn it......I woke up enough to roll over and relieve the pain in my back and neck. Was I little gypsy child? Was I a hippy's baby? Was there a tragedy? Were we fleeing for our lives? Is that why my siblings are not looking for me? Did we represent more than what my infant self could comprehend? Did I spell out that much trouble for all involved?


I know when I emailed the agency that handled my adoption when they replied for me to go to hell basically they made it a point to send a copy of it to GUY WARNER director of VS in NY. Is mine but a flagged case? Did he need to be alerted that the pain in the ass ORPHAN is at it again? I'm at it again. I won't quit this time. I want to know my Birth Right. My heritage. I want to own my soil. I want to Know has now become I will know. I think I already do know. I think I'll dream again tonight. I'll know.


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Has anyone had a pregnant mom who went to the hospital and never came back and wondered about the baby? I was born late in 1966 and she died early 1967 from the blood poisoning the birth of me may have caused her. I was adopted in Upstate NY in 1968. Non-ID;That's-Me.

http://birdsofnolikefeather.blogspot.com/2012/11/where-name-of-this-blog-came-from.html

Facebook groups for those in search.
My group for NY families in search. https://www.facebook.com/groups/ISOSIBLINGSONONDAGA/

And this one was started for AOL searchers from back in the day. I was so happy to be invited to this! https://www.facebook.com/groups/AOLAdoptionForumAlumni/

Maybe we can all find some answers.

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Quick Update
   I got a call the other day while trying to sell my adopted Dad's house that I grew up in. It was my "birth mom" telling me the DNA was wrong. I don't know what prompted this but there it was. My search continues after being on hold for 14 years thinking we had been reunited.
  I still feel my nonidinfo is bogus. If it is not bogus then my siblings are not looking for me for whatever reason. Perhaps they have been given bogus info. No one knows where to look for anyone nor do they know who they are looking for. Sounds easy enough right? lol

I'm on all of the registries once again. I'm searching for a dead female 1934(33)-1967 cause of death septicemia and four older siblings possibly in New York State. At this point I would just like to know her name or see a photo of her and her mother. I'd like to know where to put flowers.

I need a list of all females who died in the united states in early 1967 (which should be jan-april based on early mid and late) of septicemia. That would narrow it down there. But there is a problem with this too. They reassigned the cause of death on a lot of septicemia deaths.