“Aye, that’s a tricky period for finding your Ancestors.” A nice way of saying that the hours of online research to find John Jamieson, my Scottish ancestor, were for nothing. Birth records in Edinburgh showed I had the wrong guy. I still needed to find MY John Jamieson, that unluckiest of forebears whose family had been evicted from their ‘croft’ during Highland upheavals then emigrated with over 500,000 Scottish countrymen during the Great Potato Famine of the mid-1800s. In predictable bad timing he then was conscripted into the American Civil War where he died in 1862. All that remains are well scripted personal letters to his wife, children and some DNA to which I have a small claim.
Center for Researching Scottish Emigrants in Edinburgh |
The Highlands Where Crofters Were Evicted and Felt the Worst of the Famine in mid-1800s |
Scotland is achingly beautiful. But that would have been cold comfort during the hardships of the 19th century. Especially in the Highlands; it was cold and damp in August – I would
never want to be there in the winter. I know cold weather. But the Scottish chill hits you on an
entirely different level. The damp seeps into your bones and stays there,
leaving you yearning for a cup of hot tea before the fire and layering as many
clothes as possible. It warms up on the
rare sunny, summer day but weather in Scotland is cool and overcast with
intermittent rain more often than not.
Crofter House From Mid-1800s Cold and Damp Even in Summer |
Potato Blight That Struck Ireland and Scotland Caused Famine and Massive Emigration in mid-1800s |
Highland
Clan Museums are the pride of larger villages and give a real feel for the
difficult life my ancestors had in the 1800s Highlands. Life expectancy was low — living into your 50s was an achievement. Many children died from the hardships so women bore many hoping a few survived.
Large, extended families lived in single-room houses. Hygiene was bad - when their kilts got too
filthy they killed the fleas by soaking them in urine. Coats didn’t exist.
Men were tough and women wrapped thin woven fabric around their bodies
like a shawl. Life was unimaginably hard.
On our last day in Scotland, Glen and I walked back from dinner through the
light rain and reflected on our trip.
Our time in Scotland had been wonderful.
But now I was wistful to return home to our sunny mountain cabin, family and
friends. Then I realized that my ancestors - whose genes intertwined to produce mine – felt that same longing for Scotland as
they made families and communities in their adopted land.
Animals Love Glen (We all do!) At Our B&B on Loch Ness |
Another Cool, Misty Summer Morning |
I honor the struggles and hopes of John Jamieson, my forebear. It may take awhile, but my ‘rellies’ in
Scotland will someday have a visit from their American cousin. Who knows, they may be tall, have red hair
and spend much of their time online searching for their lost American
relatives.