Birthday twins are people that share the same month and day but not necessarily the year. I met one of my birthday twins, at work, when I was almost 40. It was the first time I had met someone with exactly the same birthdate, if not the same age. I was very excited; certain that this person was going to be a lifelong soul friend.
Our friendship started off very well and it seemed that we had much in common. We liked the same books, movies and had a similar sense of humor. We even liked the same scents. I am not a particularly religious or spiritual person but am totally hooked on astrology. In my head, I know it’s nonsense but it is much more tantalizing than conventional beliefs. My husband is a Taurus and I am Cancer, so astrologically it was good match. Perhaps, however, we are just compatible – about the same age and brought up in similar homes.
In retrospect, I wonder why I thought it would be a good idea to be friends with someone who was like me. I don’t like me very much! My Mum, Nana and I all had Cancer birthdays. Furthermore we all lived in the same house. Sometimes it was fun, especially when we were laughing together. Other times we could really irritate each other. It’s not easy for three women to live under the same roof.
Now it is 20 years since I first met my birthday twin and we are no longer in touch with each other. Were we really compatible or so alike that it’s unpalatable? I am not an easy person with many negative and positive traits. It is probably not a good idea to be friends at work but that’s another topic…
It was my birthday in July and I received some genealogical hints from Ancestry. To my surprise, I discovered that my most famous ancestor, Capt. Jose Francisco Ortega, was born on the same day as me in 1732. If I hadn’t met my previous birthday twin, I might have been more excited. Now I was apprehensive. Captain Ortega led a scout troop from San Diego to the north and ‘discovered’ San Francisco.
Some of the historical accounts suggest that he was ‘Castizo’ – three quarters European and one quarter indigenous Mexican. His indigenous ancestry helped him communicate with Californian Native people and track effectively. He sounded like an intrepid adventurer – I can be, too. Capt. Jose was made of stern stuff. On a separate mission to find Monterey, he and his party had to eat their mules to stave off starvation. I could do that, if pushed. In Egypt I ate camel and it was tough going. Why do you think we keep our squirrels fattened?? He and his wife, Maria Carrillo, had endless children and one of his sons, Juan de Capistrano etc., is my ancestor. Unlike my fertile ancestors, I am the last Ortega in my particular genetic thread.
On a blackly humorous note, he got fat in old age and wasn’t good with money. He died at age 65 after falling off a horse and walloping his head! Maybe syncope runs in our family?
Captain Jose Francisco Maria Ortega 1732 – 1798
Juan de Capistrano Antonia Maria Ortega 1776 – 1818
Emigdio Miguel Ortega 1813 – 1873
Juan de Jesus Ortega 1843 – 1929
Charles Bartomeo Ortega 1870 – 1920
Juanita Matilda Ortega 1904 – 1967
Earl Houston Dellinger 1929 – 1989
ME aka Kerry Dellinger de Ortega 1960 – ???
I am Captain Ortega’s 5th great grand-daughter and perhaps I inherited his sense of humor. Hopefully, he is laughing while rolling around in his grave. As you can see, I have a Masters in Art… Below is an illustration of him (what a handsome dude!) with his grave marker beneath.