|Cuimhnich air na daoine o'n d'thaining thu
(Remember the men from whom you are descended)
|Okay, so that is not a picture of me, but rather of my nephew and niece, the lights of my life AND the newest twigs on our family tree!
My other passion in life is genealogy and I hope that they will take an interest in it as they grow older.
|Some of the surnames in my family tree are: CAIRNEY, CURRIE, CARL, HUNTER, JACKSON, KEAY, KERR, KELLY, McILMOYLE, NESBITT, NICHOLS, PALMATEER, REID, WHITMORE and WILSON.|
|Here is my listing with Rootsweb, where you can see most of the individuals in my family tree & also view the info in a tree format.|
|The search on my paternal side thus far has been in Ontario, Canada. My gggg-grandfather was a United Empire Loyalist, having been a sergeant in Captain Peter Drummond's army during the Revolutionary War.
The search on my maternal side thus far has been in Scotland. My grandfather was a shipwright and worked on the building of the RMS Queen Mary.
|I have an aunt who is a Canadian War Bride. (A woman of another nationality who married a Canadian Soldier) Here is her harrowing tale of crossing the Atlantic three times by ship just to try and meet up with her new husband. In fact, on one of those trips she was a Stowaway.|
|THE SEARCH GOES ON ......|
|I finally went on my dream vacation to the U.K. Take a look at some of my pictures.|
|The following poem was written by my mother, who believe it or not, is not a genealogist! She is a good listener though, and has obviously heard me when I talk of my trials and tribulations, joy and excitement, as she has captured my feelings perfectly in this work of art.|
|Thank you Mom for letting me show it here.|
|ELUSIVE ANCESTOR OF MINE
You trickle down through time
Unknown, unseen, unheard
And float on pools of bottomless depth
Or whisper from a word
You hide in fathomless void
No hint, no clue, no sign
That you were ever on this earth
Elusive ancestor of mine
Your blood runs through my veins
I sense, I feel, I know
That somewhere I'll find part of you
That leads where I must go
Where were you born?
Where did you live?
What's your mother's maiden name?
What did you do?
Who did you know?
What is your claim to fame?
In shrouds of mystery you hide
Didn't read, didn't write, didn't know
That I would be here seeking you
Long after you would go
I feel you at my shoulder
Wish you could show a sign
To lead the steps that I must take
On this endless quest of mine
Like wisps of smoke you flee
What town, what shire, what land
Holds the secret that was you
In its tight fisted hand?
I'll find you...this I promise
No clue, no stone unturned
And hope that when we finally meet
You'll be proud of what I learned
By S.E.G. 2003
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|Ummm, yes please. I would like one of those ....... and I don't mean the horse
... or the castle.