Thinking about the ancestors...

[Tartan Hiker]

Sunday night my wife and I attended Dougie MacLeans's last concert before he headed back to Scotland. Brilliant and moving as usual.

He told the story of his song "Eternally You", written after he found out that his great grandmother died a pauper in a small cottage on Mull. In the song, he says that he wishes that he could tell her that, despite the dark times and troubles that she endured, he and her other descendants had done OK.

I've been thinking a lot about that in the past two days.

Tonight listening to streaming Celtic Radio (while sewing a kilt, no less) I heard a song telling about getting on the boat to America and never seeing Scotland again, and that soon "I'll call the green hills of America my home."

My great grandfather William made just that journey with his twin brother Timothy, both just lads of 14, somewhere around the year 1880. Their family could not provide for them so they sent them off to seek their fortunes with relatives in Georgia. The fate of the twin brother is unknown; my great grandfather scratched out a living in the fields near Macon, GA, eventually moving north to coastal North Carolina where he promptly died, leaving one son, named William. That son continued farming, was mustered out for the first World War, contracted TB and ended up in a Veteran's Administration hospital for eight years. He finally kicked the infection and went back to work as a bookkeeper, dying in 1968. He had one son, named William, who served in WWII, went to college on the GI bill, became an engineer, and retired as one of the most respected coastal engineers in the world. Along the way he had one son, named William, which is yours truly. Now my son, named William, is a junior in high school and an accomplished piper, poised to embark on his own journey of discovery.

I've been thinking all evening of that boy of 14, standing on the deck of a sailing ship, perhaps holding his brother's hand as their native land faded into the distance. I've never really been able to get a firm grip on my feelings about that young man; I never really knew what I'd say to him if I had the chance, and never spent much time thinking about how frightening his journey must have been; how uncertain the future must have seemed to these two boys so far from home and family. Now I can see more clearly; see myself on the deck of that schooner, walking up to him and saying "Don't worry. Everything turns out just fine."

Thanks, Dougie.

[Arizona Scot]

Wow that was so moving and thought provoking I am just about speachless. Thanks for the food for thought, I have just recently started looking into my ancestors and heritage and this post kind of hit hard.

[BoldHighlander]

A day doesn't go by that I don't think about my ancestors in one way or another. I marvel at the thought that despite the times of disease, war & strife (etc) that I'm here at all.
I always strive to honor their legacy & memory.

"Cùimhnich air na muinntir bho n d' thàinig sibh"
-- Remember the folk from whom you came --

[Coemgen]

One of my desires is to visit the places my forebearers came from: Ireland, England, Germany, Russia, and Croatia. It will probably remain a dream, but it's nice to think about.

[turpin]

It really does make one more thoughtful to think about how our ancestors must have felt when embarkng on a journey into the true unknown - not many resources for knowing what faced them, no phone, internet, uncertain post. And for 2 boys to go it alone!. Truly makes one reflect.

[Phil]

Sadly this was not unusual. My grandmothers relatives emigrated to Philadelphia in the 1880's and left their 12-year old son behind on his own. He went on to make a successful future for himself in Scotland but who, nowadays, could imagine abandoning a child of that age to his own devices. They were different times indeed and no doubt your ancestors thought they were giving these boys a chance in life they would never have had at home in Scotland.

[highlander_Daz]

When I did my family history I was shocked at the number of infants/ babies that died, it must have been devastating.

[Phil]

When I did my family history I was shocked at the number of infants/ babies that died, it must have been devastating.

I know. I did the same recently and discovered my grandfather had had 2 brothers and a sister who died in infancy. I never knew about them, I don't even know if my mother did, and they have no graves to remember them.

[Jack Daw]

My great-grandfather's great-grandfather was a young Jacobite rebel. Perhaps because of his youth, he was transported to America, after having been imprisoned for a year, rather than executed. On the anniversary of my father's birth and death, I recite the names through the generations and offer a toast. I wonder what it must have been like - not with any notion of romanticism, but at the horror of it all. Also, I consider the domino effect of history - If Henry VIII hadn't wanted to remarry, I never would have been born.

[highlander_Daz]

One of my Great Grandfaters was a sergent in the Ross shire buffs before they became the Seaforths

its like chasing the ancestor on the Census!
Avoch
Gairloch
Fort George
Port Glasgow
Isle of Wight
he got married in India (to a Scottish women he took with him during the boar war)
Lincolnshire
Ireland
back to Scotland
he must have been Dizzy and managed to father 6 children as well

thats Stamina