Just kidding, it wasn’t that dramatic. My dad’s parents are Joe Conde and Amelia Juarez Rangel, although I didn’t really think about that until recently. I wasn’t very close to these grandparents because, when I was born to teenage parents who did the best they could (a damn good job if you ask me), these grandparents didn’t feel old enough to be grandma and grandpa. Amelia also tried to convince my dad I wasn’t his daughter. I thought of her when my dad’s DNA results came in and did a little jig, even though we never doubted I am my father’s daughter.
My last name was Rangel, as was my dad’s, so I always assumed that was my grandfather’s last name. Later I noticed some of my aunts and uncles were Conde. As I got into genealogy I neglected my dad’s side because I feel very distant from them. As time went on, I questioned my dad’s (and his dad’s) last name. First off, it’s weird that my father has his mom’s maiden name but I had him join the Rangel Project at Family Tree DNA just in case. I couldn’t find a Conde project. In any case my father’s Y-DNA at 12 markers has no matches. None!
My dad asked an older brother about all of this, and my uncle admitted to having asked my grandfather because he also had his suspicions. My uncle said that my grandfather admitted his last name was false and told him his real last name which my uncle did not remember although he said “it sounded very indigenous.”
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