I remember learning about Neanderthal Man in Mr. Crosser’s
10th-grade history class.
Neanderthal Man was a short, heavy-browed, hairy, ape-like
creature with a large jaw full of teeth, one of modern man’s earliest
ancestors. At least that’s how I remember it. He was a humanoid who always
carried a club fashioned from a tree branch. He probably went around saying
“Ugh!” and grabbing Lady Neanderthal by
the hair to drag her off to his cave home, where in my 15-year-old mind some
pretty weird stuff went on. (The irony here is that Mr. Crosser bore a striking
resemblance to the ape-man. But I digress.)
Or did some of that information come from watching cartoons?
It’s a little jumbled in my mind …
You know how you come to believe stuff without really
knowing why you believe it? Somewhere, sometime, I must have read an article. Probably
around the time I was regularly perming my hair, I came to believe that
Neanderthals were not, in fact, ancestors to modern Homo sapiens, but rather a
distinct species which died out. Cro
Magnon was my real great-great-great grandpa.
Flash forward to March 2018.
Our daughter Angie sent
her DNA to 23 and Me for
analysis. The ethnicity results were no surprise—all northern, western
European. But then she adds in a text message to all her family, “I apparently
have a lot of Neanderthal.” She has 285 Neanderthal variants, which, they tell
her, is more than 62% of all their customers have.
This is what it means, according to our
eldest daughter. And yes, this is my
Facebook profile pic.
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Well, I was having none of that. First of all, I clarified
that Neanderthals were not actually modern humans’ ancestors. Wrong! Apparently
modern science has determined that Neanderthals interbred with Cro-Magnon
40,000 years ago. OK, then, Neanderthal genes are obviously from your dad’s
side of the family—witness your grandmother’s heavy brow bone! Besides, my religious Dutch ancestors would never
commit the sin of interbreeding with another species, so it wasn’t possible it
came from my side. No, sorry, says Angie. “I have 19 markers with two
Neanderthal variants, which means I got one from each parent.” I don’t even know
what that means! Our daughter, Kim, ever the
educator, texted a photo which explains it all.
I had to conduct my own research, so I consulted that
mainstay of modern education, Google. Accordingly, I exhibit these actual,
expressed traits of Neanderthal genes:
1) Large jaw with plenty of space for all my wisdom teeth. Check.
2) Projecting nose. Check
3) Not much chin. Check.
4) Extra-large eyes. So I’ve been told.
5) Tendency toward visceral fat. Ouch.
1) Large jaw with plenty of space for all my wisdom teeth. Check.
2) Projecting nose. Check
3) Not much chin. Check.
4) Extra-large eyes. So I’ve been told.
5) Tendency toward visceral fat. Ouch.
But Curt contributes the elongated skull, the brow ridge,
and nicotine addiction (sure, he quit when he was 25. But I never took up the
filthy habit.) My belated apologies, daughters: I’m afraid you fell into the
shallow end of the gene pool.
Regardless of Mr. Crosser’s teachings, or Fred Flintstone’s,
that cave(wo)man was a handsome specimen. Until further research proves
otherwise, that's my opinion.
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