Meet my 25th great-grandmother. The year is 1349 CE during the Late Middle Ages. She is the final hypothesised representative of my mtDNA H6a1a8 line before I transition to my documented matrilineal ancestors.
This ancestor, Alice, lived through remarkably calamitous times. Recent generations had already endured the Great Famine (1315–1322) and a devastating bovine pestilence (1319–1321). They had faced the 'Malthusian Deadlock'—an era of overpopulation and land hunger—which coincided with the harsh onset of the 'Little Ice Age'. But Alice is made of sturdy stuff; she is already a proven survivor.
Life was already arduous in South Norfolk, even for my rural ancestors whom I have visualised as being of middling villein status. But now, a terrifying new pestilence is sweeping the country. Having already reached the ports of Great Yarmouth and the streets of Norwich, it looms over the village: the Black Death.
This is Alice's husband, John, on the last day he felt well enough to labour in the fields. He does not yet know it, but flea bites have infected him with a bacterium named Yersinia pestis. The tell-tale sign will be the bubo: a painful, grape-to-orange-sized swelling of the lymph nodes in the groin, armpit, or neck.
His chances of survival are slim; the fatality rate sits between 60% and 80%. Unless the buboes miraculously burst and drain, the infection will likely overwhelm him, leading to a swift death from septicaemia within the week.
John will be one of many. Around half of the parishioners in his manor will perish. The community will be shattered, and entire family lineages will be destroyed.
Alice proved resilient even against the Great Mortality. It is possible she possessed a genetic resistance passed down to her daughters, though her survival came at a heavy price: she was now a widow. While the initial terror of 1349 eventually subsided, the suffering was far from over. The plague did not simply burn out; it lingered in the soil and the shadows, surging back with a vengeance between 1361 and 1362.
Because those who survived the first wave often retained immunity, this second coming—the pestis puerorum—was cruelest to the young who had been born into a brief window of peace.
Imagine the toll on Alice’s spirit. To witness more than half of her world culled by a devastating "Great Death" would shatter any modern psyche. Yet, she did not surrender. This resilience became a blueprint for the generations that followed. In my own ancestry, I see forebears who endured centuries of poverty, injustice, and hardship. They didn't just curl up and die; they forged a legacy of endurance. That is the true inheritance of my research.
By 1366, Alice had begun a second chapter, marrying a plague widower in the nearby Norfolk parish of Carleton Rode. Though they grieved a child lost to the surge of 1362, they did not dwell on the past. Alice and her new husband were part of a rising class—a "new breed" of survivors who understood their value. With labour in short supply, they wielded a negotiating power across the manors that their ancestors could never have imagined.
They now held a full virgate—thirty acres of prime land. Their holdings were grander than ever: more strips of arable soil to plough and a larger herd of cattle grazing the commons. Most importantly, Alice’s line endured. Her daughter survived, carrying forward the mitochondrial DNA—the H6a1a8 lineage—that had successfully navigated the eye of the storm.
