Family Ties


Tomorrow I am attending a weekend-long family reunion. We have not gathered for a reunion in ten years (unless you count weddings, funerals and anniversary parties). At this gathering one of our cousins is going to share some of the information she has dug up about our ancestry. It should be interesting. I’ve always loved hearing old stories about family members. It makes me feel connected to them somehow. I don’t know why that is important to some people and not to others but I’m one of those people who are fascinated by family history.

In preparation for our reunion, I’ve typed out some memories from my aunt about her grandparents. I learned some interesting tidbits while typing. One thing that made me snicker a little was our Scottish ties. I have always thought we were mostly Irish and English but it turns out we have quite a line of Scots in our blood. It made me giggle a little because John and I have recently gone to see the Pixar movie, Brave (which we really enjoyed) but now I picture my Scottish ancestors as characters from that animated film.

My great grandfather told my aunt the story of how his grandmothers cousin, Rory McLellan was a well known athlete who competed in the Highland Games. The story goes that while competing (in either the kyber toss or hammer toss) his throw went farther than the watching crowd had anticipated and accidentally hit and killed a spectator. He would never compete again.  A sad story for all involved and yet I can’t help but visualize the man as an animation. This is how I envision Rory to look (only with two legs):

Someone named Bonnie Kathleen really shouldn’t be surprised by her Scottish ancestry I suppose. Just like someone named John Johnson (pronounced Yawn Yawnson in Norway) shouldn’t be surprised by his Norwegian ancestry. And this also struck me as funny because the Scots and the Norsmen have had their battles and yet here we are happily united.  It all begins to make sense to me now…John (who likes everyone usually) has mentioned over the years that he doesn’t care for this actor or for that actor and one day I realized that all of these actors had one thing in common. They all had red hair! I think it’s the Norwegian warrior coming out in him. He has a deep seeded desire to defend his land from those red headed Scots. He can’t help himself, it runs deep. And yet here he has blindly gone and married one! I will have to keep my eye on him this weekend to be sure he doesn’t go and kick a ginger when he thinks no one is watching. 😉

I will update you next week if I learn of any interesting family secrets. Who knows, maybe my favourite singer Sarah McLachlan and I share some DNA.

 

 

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