My Family Line

For Your Consideration

Photo courtesy of Liberty in North Korea. LiNK helped Holly and Mia defect from North Korea. They are currently living in the USA. 


Hello readers!

I am dedicating this post to an issue that is close to my heart: human rights and freedom for all.

It is no secret that North Korea is one of the most controlling totalitarian dictatorships in the world. Everyday North Koreans risk their lives to cross the border to China in the hopes of creating a better life. Because China views them as illegal immigrants rather than refugees they are sent back to North Korea if they are caught (often to find themselves in a labor camp or killed). The nonprofit Liberty in North Korea helps people who are fleeing North Korea by not just physically escorting them to safety (often a 3,000 mile journey) but they also provide resources to help them settle in South Korea, the USA, and other countries.

In honor of my ancestors who also received help in finding their way to freedom, I am asking that those who are willing to make a donation find it in their heart to do so. Every $5, heck every $1 makes a difference.

Here is the link to my fundraiser:

Thank you for reading!


When do you leave?


My husband’s paternal grandmother Raisa. Survivor of a Russian gulag, famine, and war. She would go on to become a heart surgeon and raise two sons.

My husband’s great grandparents (Alexander and Efrosenia), grandmother (Raisa), and grand aunt were forcibly removed by the Russian government in the 1930s and sent to a gulag located on an island off of north-west Russia. The consequences were devastating: not only was the family with two young girls forcibly removed from their home country (Ukraine) but the inhumane living conditions ended up contributing to the death of the oldest daughter. What we know is that the family somehow escaped the gulag and ended up in southern Russia.

Before this traumatic experience, Efrosenia’s brother told her he was immigrating to Canada because he was worried what the future would bring. He tried to convince the family to leave with him but the family did not want to leave their homeland. I can’t blame them. How could they possibly foresee the horror that was coming? Hindsight is often cruel because we can see the choices that led to a negative outcome and the guilt that follows can be suffocating.

I wholeheartedly believe that my husband’s ancestors, as well as my own, did the very best that they could at the time with what they had. I wholeheartedly believe that any negative outcome they suffered was no fault of theirs, but the fault of those who harmed them.

As a genealogist one of the biggest questions I ask myself is “What was so terrible that my ancestors left their homeland? What was the deciding factor?” From researching I know that the majority of my ancestors left for religious freedom, freedom from tyranny, starvation, dictators, rape, violence, and war.

I think about my Irish ancestors during the great famine walking down roads lined with decaying bodies of the deceased, hoping to make it to a ship that will bring them to New Orleans – if they survive the passage. I think about my 16 year-old Polish great-great grandmother leaving her village, never to see her mother or homeland again due to war with Russia.


Leaving Ireland

Many of my paternal ancestors who arrived in the American Colonies ended up fighting as patriots during the American Revolution. Even they were ready for a different country – not merely existing as a colony of England.

I wonder if when my ancestors left, they were told they were overreacting or making a hasty decision? They came from countries with hundreds and hundreds of years of war, strife, and foreign-occupation. Even so, did they expect they would leave? They were the lucky ones with some kind of resource(s) to get out. These are questions I wish I had answers to. 

My own husband is an immigrant. His family left the USSR in 1991 for the USA in the hopes of a better life. I find their bravery remarkable. I lived in another country for a year and while I enjoyed it, I was immensely homesick for things I did not know you could be homesick for. And I knew I would be coming back home! My husband and his family, his ancestors, and my ancestors, knew they could never go home again.

When a big change takes place in the United States many people often say they will leave the country. I cannot help but read their statement and reflect upon it myself. The sacrifice my ancestors made for me to live a privileged life leaves me speechless. The answer to “When do you leave your country?” may seem obvious (war, loss of rights) but to me the answer is when I think my country is not worth fighting for. Right now there are too many things and people worth protecting and standing up for, too many things that I love about my country. Yet…I do hope for my ancestor’s wisdom in knowing when it is time to pack up and bring your values to a welcoming place.





An ancestor involved in the Salem Witch trials.


Too soon?


It is the time of year for another “spooky” genealogy post. And indeed, what could be more spooky than being accused of witchcraft due to political agendas, revenge, and fear? I have blogged about my ancestors who helped end witch trials in Connecticut and one who (successfully) defended a woman accused of witchcraft. This newly discovered ancestor brings us to the place most of us probably associate witch trials in Colonial America with: Salem, Massachusetts.

A woman named Rebecca Nurse was 71 years old when accusations of witch craft began, making her one of the oldest in Salem to be accused. The community was shocked – Rebecca had an impeccable reputation and well-known pious nature. Thirty-nine of Salem’s most prestigious members came to her defense, signing a petition and testament to her character.

My 11th great grandmother Elizabeth Buxton (wife of Anthony Buxton) was one of the individuals who signed in her defense. While I am glad that in this case my ancestor was on the “right” side of history (trust me, this has not always been the case!) I am dismayed that it was necessary in the first place. Rebecca Nurse is an example of how it does not matter how good a person’s reputation is: you could be the most well liked, mainstream, benevolent old-lady in your town and still be hanged for witchcraft.

There is a quote from the Twilight Zone (yes, I’m going there) that sums up my thoughts on the hysteria of the Salem Witch trials:

There are weapons that are simply thoughts, attitudes, prejudices to be found only in the minds of men. For the record, prejudices can kill, and suspicion can destroy, and a thoughtless frightened search for a scapegoat has a fallout all of its own…And the pity of it is that these things cannot be confined to the Twilight Zone.

Not lost to history: Sandy Wise


Mother and baby being sold separately

Some of my ancestors owned human beings: placed them in terrible living conditions on plantations and had no problem abusing them, selling their babies, and inflicting other atrocities upon them. I understand that some will say slavery was a product of the time they were living in and that enslavement was normal for families who could afford to buy people and land. Well, I have plenty of ancestors who did not own humans and who actively fought against enslavement. I also have plenty of ancestors who spoke out against slavery during  that time period and assisted in the Underground Railroad. I refuse to believe that any person with a heart could look at a mother and her newborn baby and just see them as commodities to be sold – to be listed as property alongside horses and goats. We all have brains, hearts, and critical thinking skills. So no, ancestors, I do not accept that because enslavement was normal during your lifetime that what you did was acceptable. My ancestors who enslaved others had the same opportunity to oppose it as my abolitionist ancestors but they chose not to.

One of my 5th great grandmothers Catherine Margaret Coward (maiden name Scarborough) was born 6 March 1772 in Accomack, Virginia, and died June 1831. On February 9th, 1831 she made a will where she goes into detail about the future lives of the people her family enslaved. I know according to the 1830 United States slave census she and her husband owned a total of 19 people: 10 men and 9 women, most of them under the age of 10.

Here is a transcript of her will:

“My slaves Patty & her daughters Margaret & Isabella & her son Edward shall all be free immediately after my death. To grandson Samuel W. C. Pettitt, after the death of his mother, two Negro boys Griffin & Charles. To grandson George D. Wise two Negro boys Thaddeus & Sandy after the death of his mother. To granddaughter Catharine S. Pettitt after the death of her mother, Negro girl Harriet. To granddaughter Elizabeth M. W. Wise after the death of her mother, Negro girl Caroline. Should my daughter Eliza E. Wise choose to take my house & lot in Pungoteague, then my daughter Louisa W. Pettitt should draw the equivalent value in cash or slaves. To female slave Patty all the property she has belonging to me. To Negro girl Margaret, daughter of Patty, … To my sister Alice S. Bayly $25. To friend William P. Moore $25 for the many favors he has done for me. Two sons-in-law John R. Wise & William M. Pettitt & friend William P. Moore Extrs. Witt: John A. Ames, John J. Ayres & George K. Taylor.”

To recap: Patty, Margaret, Isabella, and Edward are to be free after Catherine’s death. Griffin, Charles, Thaddeus, Sandy, Harriet, Caroline and others not listed by name are to remain enslaved.

What happened to those who were freed or remained enslaved? It was a miracle to find the names of those enslaved in the will since in US slave censuses individuals are listed only by age and sex up until 1870. No first names, no surnames. Finding out everyone’s fate will take considerable time and research – something I am happy to do as every genealogist enjoys a challenge. But, it is more important to remember that these individuals likely have descendants searching for them. The more we transcribe the wills of slave owners and make them searchable, the more likely it is their descendants will find them.

I decided to start with Sandy, listed in the will as being a “negro boy” given to George D. Wise. Remember, many of those enslaved took the surnames of those who owned them after emancipation,  but some did not. It is not completely foolproof to search for a freed person by their former master’s surname. But I got lucky. In the 1870 US census, I found a Sandy Wise, age 50 (which places his birth year as 1820) living in Accomack, VA with his wife Lillie/Lydia and their children Leah, Ann, Sandy Jr., and George.

This is the only Sandy who fits the profile (age, skin color) of the same Sandy listed in Catherine’s will in Accomack, VA. Since Sandy was owned by the Wise family it is not unrealistic to imagine he kept the surname. However, this is only the beginning of researching Sandy and his family. Who were Sandy’s parents? He is first listed only as a number and age in the 1830 slave census. Were his parents there as well? Or were they split up and sold separately? Clearly, as you read in Catherine’s will, she had no problem giving young children to different families.

I do not want Sandy’s name lost to history. Sandy and others like him are why my ancestors became rich, could educate their children, and participate in the shaping of the United States government. On the back of a 10-year-old like Sandy, slave owners built their empire. For some this might be uncomfortable to discuss, embarrassing, or shameful. To me it is nothing more than sharing the truth.


If you know the names or information about the people your ancestors owned please share the information with Our Black Ancestry. To read subsequent blogs about Sandy, his family, and the others enslaved by Catherine’s family feel free to subscribe to this blog or keep checking back for updates.

Native American Heritage Month – Special


Greetings everyone! November is officially here. For the entire month of November I am offering a special discount to those researching Native American ancestry. Whether you are just getting started or fleshing out your tree, I am happy to assist. I do not usually use this blog to talk about my genealogy company, but I wanted to spread the news about this special as much as I could. Everyone deserves a chance to ‘meet’ their ancestors!

P.S. Family trees make great holiday gifts 🙂



Great grandparents Ernest Walter & Maude Knapp (nee Copella)

As a young girl I would ask about my ancestors and was often told we had Dutch ancestry. This would be on my father’s side, which as far as my 10 year old self ‘knew’ was Dutch, German and Italian. Fast forward to 2011 and I was deep into researching my genealogy! Would I find this supposed Dutch ancestry?

My great grandparents Ernest Walter and Maude Knapp (nee Copella) had moved to Canada for Ernest’s work, and on their border crossing documents back into the USA Ernest listed his origins as Dutch and his wife’s as Italian. Woohoo! I thought. Confirmation that family lore was true!

However as years of research went on, I dug deep into Ernest’s tree. He not only had massive English-Colonial American ancestry but far more Irish than I could ever imagine. This was a huge shock to my family, and they loved it! Yet….no Dutch ancestry. I began digging into Maude’s background. She was born Maude Agnes Copella on 10 December 1894 in Horton Township, Elk, Pennsylvania to John Francisco and Emma Copella.

John Francisco was born in Italy and arrived as a toddler with his parents to Pennsylvania in 1857. No chance of Dutch ancestry there. How about Maude’s mother? Emma was born Emma Elder in Clarion, Pennsylvania on 7 January 1856 to Matthew and Delinda H. Elder (nee Shugart).

Matthew’s ancestry was also deeply English, Scottish, and Irish. But researching his wife’s background, I began to find more German ancestry mixed in with English-American colonial ancestors. While I was finding exciting information on revolutionary soldiers, Quakers, and more, I still was not able to find Dutch ancestry.

Researching ancestors does not just require locating vital records, but also researching the time period and history they were living in. Eventually I found explanations in books and articles that individuals from German speaking parts of Europe would refer to themselves as Dutch, not German in Pennsylvania. Thus the term Pennsylvania-Dutch was born!

Ah, it suddenly made sense! My German ancestors fell into this category and family lore considered them Dutch.

To add to the ‘mystery’ my cousin told me our ancestors were “Black Dutch.” The term “Black Dutch” is largely thought of to mean being of european ancestry mixed with black or Native American ancestry, however it is more broad than that. It is a derogatory term used for anyone whose appearance was of a slightly darker nature. Black hair, olive skin, dark eyes – you name it. Since my German (“Dutch”) ancestors from Pennsylvania married into a Sardinian-Italian family, I can easily see how they were called Black Dutch. Many of them had wild dark hair and a darker complexion.


My great grandmother’s sister Martha Copella. 

The irony of genealogy is that I later found another branch from my paternal great grandfather’s tree that had Dutch ancestry! Far, far back though: families from the 1600s marrying into French Huguenot families. I can now share with my family yes, we have Dutch ancestry, but not from the side you originally thought! I love the twists and turns in family research. Luckily, as my fellow genealogists know, it is a never ending adventure.


On August 24th of last month, my boyfriend proposed to me in Diocletian’s palace in Split, Croatia. It was a beautiful proposal (that our awesome waiter captured on camera!) and one of the best moments of my life.


The proposal 

Ever the genealogist, I later thought how I would be taking my fiancé’s surname as so many of my female ancestors did. I have traced my maiden name, Knapp, back to Nicholas Knap (spelled Knapp in the American Colonies) who was born about 1606 in England. Nicholas and his wife Elinor arrived in Watertown, Massachusetts in 1630. They were Puritans, farmers, and weavers. In genealogy communities I am often asked about my surname since many people descend from the offspring of Nicholas and Elinor and it is always a pleasure to connect with distant cousins.

I have to say though, I am excited to unite my family and fiancé’s family. To be Mrs. Filitchkin! My fiancé was born in southern Russia and we have traced his surname back to his grandfather who fought in World War II with the Soviet military. We know he was awarded many medals, fought in the Battle of Berlin, and was wounded twice. However, his direct paternal ancestry remains a mystery until we conduct more research. I am lucky that my fiancé is also my partner in crime when it comes to genealogy.


Here’s to the joining of two families, histories, and genealogies!


From Africa to Russia

Last year, my boyfriend called me to let me know his DNA results had come in. It went like this:

“My Y chromosome haplogroup says I’m African!” Of course it does, I thought – all of modern humans come from Africa. Men inherit their Y chromosome from their father, who in turn inherited it from his father, who inherited it from his father, and so forth. Testing the mutations on the Y chromosome can indicate deep origins for the paternal lineage. I assumed he was reading about the history of modern humans leaving Africa but missed the part where his Y chromosome had mutated so many times within Europe that it was considered European. Wrong! I was so, so wrong. ychromI realized my boyfriend, Paul, was reading his results correctly when I logged onto his account and saw that his Y chromosome haplogroup was A-M32, a subgroup under the its’ father haplogroup A00. A00 is the oldest human Y chromosome and is thought to have originated about 382,000 years ago in sub-Saharan Africa, with haplogroup A originating 125,000-140,000 years ago. Paul’s sub-haplogroup A-M32 is about 90,000 years old. Why was my boyfriend’s result so surprising? He was born in Russia, his parents were born in Russia, and majority of his grandparents were born in Russia (with deeper roots in Ukraine). While it is not unheard of for haplogroup A to be found outside of Africa, it is extremely rare.


Frequency of “A,” though it has been sparsely found in Europe and the Middle East

The administrator of the Haplogroup A project on Family Tree DNA and genetic genealogist Cece Moore were kind enough to weigh in on the most likely scenario that brought Paul’s African Y chromosome to Russia. They both agreed the Arab slave trade was very likely – this slave trade lasted from the Arab conquests to the 19th century. Slave markets existed in the Middle East, and since Paul’s A-M32 haplogroup is found in the Middle East his paternal lineage could have easily made its way into southern Russia over the decades.


Main slave routes in Africa during the Middle Ages (wiki)

It is important to keep in mind that this is just one of many ways his paternal fathers made their way into Europe. All of us – Paul, his dad, his mother, and I were delighted at these unexpected results. Without DNA testing this ancestor’s story would have been lost. For me, this has been an example of the complexity of human history and a testament to the will to survive and even thrive overcoming dire circumstances.


My boyfriend as a child and his father. The tale of two A-M32 chromosomes.

If you have a surprising DNA result, I would love to read about it!

Finding Ohana

As a little girl one of my favorite grown-ups was my mother’s artist friend, Hari. Hari always made me feel respected and like an equal, her gentle and artistic nature making anyone feel at ease with her. I always knew Hari had been born and raised in Hawaii and as I grew older learned she was adopted shortly after her birth in 1957.

At age 58, Hari felt ready to begin the search for any biological family members. She felt the need to discover her roots. Where in Europe were her mother’s ancestors from? Was her father really Hawaiian? Did she have siblings? We turned to DNA testing and tested at Family Tree DNA, AncestryDNA, and after receiving results uploaded her raw data to Gedmatch.  Her ‘ethnicity’ breakdown absolutely supported her prior knowledge of being half European descent (Irish, German, Czech, and Slovakian) and Hawaiian (Polynesian). This was huge, since Hari had always been active in the Hawaiian community but now had something more substantial than her appearance that indicated Hawaiian ancestry: DNA

One afternoon an intriguing match caught my eye. On AncestryDNA Hari had a match predicted to be a 1st-2nd cousin. I clicked on this individuals profile and saw that AncestryDNA’s breakdown of their ethnicity was entirely European. This meant the match was likely from Hari’s mother’s side! I contacted them right away but the message was left unread for seven months. I tried searching his username and found an article about her match, including a brief biography. I figured this was enough information to start a tree researching his ancestors, and then research forward, searching for descendants who fit the biological description of Hari’s mother.  I kept the tree private and began researching like mad. Within a couple of weeks, I found two women – sisters – who had a high probability of being Hari’s biological mother.

Even better, I finally received a response from the match! Well, not from the match, but the individual who had asked her older family member to take a DNA test. We figured out pretty quickly how Hari was related to her 1st-2nd predicted DNA match on AncestryDNA: He was her great uncle. This cousin who had asked Hari’s great uncle to test was thrilled to find out about Hari’s existence and offered any help she could. A wonderful first contact with Hari’s bio family.

Understandably, time was what Hari needed. After a year of knowing more about her biological origins than she ever dreamed possible, she reached out and contacted her biological mother. Unfortunately her biological father passed away in 1988. This initiation of contact happened recently, so the best I can end this post with is: to be continued.

Diving into Polish records

I have had the fortune of hiring two fabulous Polish genealogists to help me in the past. They were worth every penny, but I would need far more pennies to afford their services again. So I was faced with a choice: either save up, or try researching Polish records myself. The biggest obstacle in this was indeed, just me! I simply lacked confidence that I could read baptisms and marriages from the 1800s in the Polish language. But my passion and determination to find my ancestors was stronger, so I searched to see if they had a microfilm of my ancestor’s parish. They did!! And not just one microfilm, but many. Oh boy. Now I was excited.


To prepare I researched what Polish words I would need to be able to recognize. For example: Birth, daughter, father, godparents, etc. Looking at handwriting from the time period I was researching (1800-1855) was helpful as well. Unlike my later ancestor’s records, these would not be in Russian, but I was prepared there too: I told my Russian boyfriend he was on call if I needed assistance!

And what do you know? I found my ancestors! To be more specific, the baptism of my 4th great grandmother Julianna Sokolowska. She was born 15 Feb 1831 in Wolka Piaseczna, Podlaskie region to Teodor Sokolowski and Marianna Halicka.


Julianna Sokolowska’s baptism. 

The next weekend I searched for Julianna’s marriage record to Stanislaw Zyskowski and once again had success:


Marriage of Julianna Sokolowska & Stanislaw Zyskowski

And it doesn’t end there! My next challenge is finding the marriage of Teodor Sokolowski and Marianna Halicka. These parish records are older and harder to read, but time, thoroughness, and patience will find them. Trust me, I have to repeat that to myself as I search, ha!

I hope those of you who might be holding back reading records in a language you do not know reconsider and give it a try. For the $9 I paid Familysearch to rent the microfilm, I am forever grateful.