Okay...the lack of info is problematical, but stick with the info that you DO have: 1) your parents' hair & eye color 2) your's and your sibling/s 3) the progeny's hair & eye color.
Because I don't have a lot of generational ( only a few, though I have 8 generations to use on my maternal side ) info, on my paternal side, I use what I have and it works out VERY well.
But still and all, genetics is an interesting study and at l,east you just may learn a lot about it, on your study of it, whether or not it helps you figure out your family traits or not. :-)
Okay...the lack of info is problematical, but stick with the info that you DO have: 1) your parents' hair & eye color 2) your's and your sibling/s 3) the progeny's hair & eye color. .
Because I don't have a lot of generational ( only a few, though I have 8 generations to use on my maternal side ) info, on my paternal side, I use what I have and it works out VERY well. .
But still and all, genetics is an interesting study and at l,east you just may learn a lot about it, on your study of it, whether or not it helps you figure out your family traits or not. :-) .
I do think a novelization of my parents’ and their parent’s and grandparent’s lives with the missing pieces filled in with some fiction based on history, both historical events and some of the things that I do know or have been told to me, would perhaps make for a great novel, including the things my father told me about his serving in the South Pacific during WWII.
And his mother’s life as a very young widow who had in the span of three months lost a child and her husband and then gave birth to her son, yet rebelled against living the rest of her life as the grieving widow or married off to an older widower as her parents wanted her to do and for a time was a bit of a flapper and ran a bit on the wild side, who according to what my uncle told me, became friends with the famous explorer Roald Amundsen and scandalized her family and her town by going on motor cycle rides with him and his friends after her 1st husband died and then decided to embark to America where she could make a new life for herself and her son.
And my mother’s difficult time after her father died and that of her mother’s sister who took in my mother and her mother in, my mother’s aunt who raising two young boys while her husband, a WWI vet who was gassed and left a bedridden and an invalid, who struggled to make ends meet and went to work in a shop as a clerk and then as bookkeeping and later becoming a full-fledged accountant back in a time when while many women worked, few became professionals and became relatively wealthy in her own right as she did. My aunt Serene, was as I remember, a very tough and plain talking cookie, but also very kind to me. She always called me “Toots” with a wink and a smile and that’s something I remember about her and I tend to call my great nieces “Toots” too. : )
If only I had the time, the patience and most of all, the talent for writing and undertaking such a task. But yes, I’ve thought about it.
I’ve been considering having my brother and I do a 23 and Me type genetic test.
While it wouldn’t tell me the personal history of my family members, it might give me some hints from where some of them came from. Particularly my mother’s father. Given his one of the few things we know about him, his surname of Gibb, we think he may have been Welch in origin and may have been a descent of the The Welsh Tract settlers coming to Pennsylvania in the 1600’s.
There is also some thought that my father’s real father’s family may have come to Norway from Scotland and may have been a Catholic, which may explain or have been part of the reasons for the falling out of my father’s mother’s family and his father’s family.
And then there is what I know of my father’s grandfather who during the German occupation of Norway during WWII, had to hide out with the Norwegian underground for a while because as editor of the town newspaper, wrote editorials against the Nazis and also once stood in his back yard and fired his pistol at German planes flying over his house. And of one of his daughters who seemed to be partying, dating and dancing and making very “nice” with several German officers, and as a result was always bringing home extra rationed items and otherwise forbidden goods to her family, was also was the one who told her father because of what one of her German officer “friends” told her, that her father was about to be arrested by the SS, and convinced and arranged for him to go to the underground up in the mountain until things cooled off, but after the war was never arrested or prosecuted as a Quisling, leading us to believe that perhaps she was actually agent for the underground.
Oh. The stories. So many stories that could be told, both factual and dramatized.