Posted on 03/19/2019 6:50:39 AM PDT by Red Badger
Wiki reminds us this 'new' information is actually a more detailed presentation of DNA results first done in 2014. Wiki already has some links up questioning it for a variety of reasons. But with more information the active Ripper community will doubtless provide more analysis in time. The provenance of 'her' shawl and whether the forensic details suffice to show the semen was from not just a client, but her final client need to be established adequately as much as the DNA details.
!00 million years when preserved in amber (Jurassic Park).
Kosminski did not vanish. He was placed in an asylum.
“On 12 July 1890, Kosminski was placed in Mile End Old Town workhouse because of his insane behaviour, with his brother Woolf certifying the entry, and was released three days later. On 4 February 1891, he was returned to the workhouse, possibly by the police, and on 7 February, he was transferred to Colney Hatch Lunatic Asylum. A witness to the certification of his entry, recorded as Jacob Cohen, gave some basic background information and stated that Kosminski had threatened his sister with a knife. It is unclear whether this meant Kosminski’s sister or Cohen’s. Kosminski remained at the Colney Hatch Lunatic Asylum for the next three years until he was admitted on 19 April 1894 to Leavesden Asylum. Case notes indicate that Kosminski had been ill since at least 1885. His insanity took the form of auditory hallucinations, a paranoid fear of being fed by other people that drove him to pick up and eat food dropped as litter, and a refusal to wash or bathe. The cause of his insanity was recorded as “self-abuse”, which is thought to be a euphemism for masturbation.[9] His poor diet seems to have kept him in an emaciated state for years; his low weight was recorded in the asylum case notes. By February 1919, he weighed just 96 pounds (44 kg). He died the following month, aged 53.”
DNA = do not ask in some cases ;)
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Great story. Here’s one where two brothers with different mothers met by happenstance on a beach in Hawaii.
“I would rather be a blob in a bucket than not know where i came from.”
Would be a tough pill to swallow to find out your father was John Wayne Gacy, Ted Bundy or any of the other well known serial killers.
Time after time
I love that movie
Dr. Stevenson: “In my era, I was a freak. Here I’m just a bloody amateur!”
The character of the part played by Mary Steenburger or whatever her name is, was an amateur too compared to today’s libs.
Fortunately for me, I know who my parents were. Conservative republicans, patriots, and people of great faith in God.
I’m one of those surprises. I was adopted at birth. I always wanted to search for my biological parents. California is a closed records state, so I felt it would be an impossible task. I contacted a search service, they wanted a lot of money.
Enter the internet and consumer based DNA testing. I decided, for personal reasons, I needed to do this to resolve some of my issues.
Both of my parents had told there subsequent children there was a sibling out there, although my mother’s memory was clouded by the trauma and the drugs used on the women giving birth in maternity homes. Both sides have accepted me, I’ve met both of my parents and my half siblings.
It’s important to remember that the women who gave up their babies back then were shamed and not given any options for raising their child. In my own situation, my father wanted to marry, my grandmother would not allow it. She put my mother in a maternity home and it was made clear she was to sign away her rights. My father said he explored avenues to try and keep me, but unmarried fathers back then had no rights. A good resource is the book The Girls Who Went Away. It’s women telling their own stories, and how being forced into adoption jacked up their lives.
DNA testing has let the genie out of the bottle, there is no way back. It’s possible today, if you gave up a child, and your family has been in this country for at least 100 years, if that child, now an adult, wants to find you, they can. It’s best to tell your spouse and children yourself. If you’re a man, and unless you were a virgin when you married and never ever cheated, it’s possible that you may have a child out there.
I know a lot of reunions don’t work out. Mine is shaky. For many adoptees the prospect of rejection is terrifying. It cuts to the core. It’s the reason many adoptees don’t search. Those of us who do just want to be acknowledged. We don’t want any inheritance, we just want our family history, medical issues, how we came about, and to hear the sound of your voice.
I didn’t mean to write such a screed, but it all needed to be said
Exactly. If you give birth to a human, you at least owe them the decency to answer their questions and let them see what you look like and hear your voice. To deny that makes you a crappy person imho.
And that is your God given right. As is my right to know my heritage.
My relative went through a lot emotionally with searching, looking for info before the DNA testing gave her info on relatives with a match. Her bio mom tried to find her first child, but ran into the situation where it would cost a lot of money to continue searching & she didn’t have it. It turns out the bio father wanted nothing to do with the baby when he found out about the pregnancy - the pregnant young woman moved back home, but the “shame” involved back then with being unmarried landed her in a home for unwed mothers. The bio dad’s family was located via DNA, too. It turns out he is deceased which, from the info available about him from relatives, might be a blessing in disguise.
As I said before, this reunion has been a happy one and has brought a lot of peace to bio mom and daughter - the holes in both of their lives are now full of many things - forgiveness, love, relief & mysteries solved. The resemblance between the two of them is striking - you’d be fairly certain they were mother/daughter just by looking at a picture.
As featured on the TV show “Bull**it Or Not.”
At the time, I shrewdly concluded it was bull**it.
DNA has now proven me correct in my learned opinion.
How wonderful. My sister sent me a picture of my bio father at 14. Spitting image of my grandson. My brother is also the spitting image my son.
My husband is half Hispanic, my younger son came out with blond hair. We all scratched our heads, where in the world did that come from? My older son looked quite a bit like my husband as a baby, but as he grew older, he came to resemble me. It was the first time I saw anyone who looked like me.
As is my right to know my heritage.
The key word is “pursue”.
To deny that makes you a crappy person imho.
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