Six Word Saturday: how many ancestors have stood here?

Dysart Tollbooth, built in 1576. My family has been connected with the town of Dysart since at least the 18th century. Photo: Su Leslie 2013

Dysart Tollbooth, built in 1576. Several branches of my family have been connected with the town of Dysart since at least the early 18th century. Photo: Su Leslie 2013

Walking in the steps of ancestors

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Treasures from the past

Some of my treasured family photos; a few are definitely the worse for wear. Photo: Su Leslie, 2014

Some of my treasured family photos; a few are definitely the worse for wear. Photo: Su Leslie, 2014

If my house was on fire and I knew the Big T, the boy-child and the cats were safe, I think the only thing I’d try to rescue is my much-treasured collection of family photos.

In these faces live my history – and perhaps wisps of my future. I see my nose and cheekbones, my son’s hair, eyes and his half-smile (one of those omg moments). I also see our temper, stubbornness and our shared sense of humour. These are the men and women whose genes – and experiences – helped shape the woman that I am, and the man my son is becoming.

These photos are also one of the main reasons I began this journey to research and document my family history. More precisely, this is the photo that began it all.

Elizabeth Cruden (nee Brown), Alexander Cruden, David Ramsay, Margaret Ramsay (nee Cruden), Isabella Cruden (nee Wallace).

Elizabeth Brown, Alexander Cruden, David Ramsay, Margaret Cruden and Isabella Wallace. Photo taken around 1933-34

My mother gave me this quite a few years ago and it sat in a box with other “bits and pieces.” It was only when the Big T and I renovated our house and finally had the wall we’d always wanted for a “family photo gallery” that this one was dug out and framed. That’s when I realised I could only identify three of the people in the photo; my grandmother, Margaret Cruden, her son David Ramsay, and her father Alexander Cruden.

Looking up to the ancestors. Photo: Su Leslie, 2013

Looking up to the ancestors. Photo: Su Leslie, 2013

A quick phone call to my mum told me that the other two – older – women were Alexander Cruden’s mother and grandmother. It was an odd moment.  I knew that my grandmother was born in 1908, so I figured that her grandmother had to be at least 40 years older than her, and that the very old lady in the photo was probably at least 20 years older again. Suddenly, I was catapulted back in to the middle of the nineteenth century and I wanted to know about these people.

I’ve written quite a lot before about my grandmother (Fearless Females: Margaret Crudenand Not a kiss, but another celebration of marriage) and great grandfather (On Growing Old Together, On trying to put flesh on the ancestors’ bones) but next to nothing about the other women in that treasured image.

So here is what I know

The woman on the far right is Isabella Simpson Wallace. She was born on 2 May 1866 in St Madoes, Perthshire, the third child of Donald Wallace and Jane Morrison. Donald was an agricultural labourer, originally from Kirkmichael, Perthshire (Fade to black (and white)). Jane had been born in Dundee, but at the time of her marriage she was a domestic servant to the Lion family of Herverd Farm, Moneydie, Perthshire – where Donald Wallace was also employed.

In 1869, a fourth child, James was born and in 1872, Donald Wallace died – aged only 42 leaving his widow pregnant with a fifth child, Christina.

It seems that Jane took her children back to Dundee, and in 1873 married John Balsillie and bore him five children.

The 1881 census shows the family living at Pitfour Street, Dundee. Isabella, age 14 is working as a sheeting weaver, along with her two older sisters Margaret and Ann.

In 1886 Isabella married Stewart Cameron Cruden in Dundee. Together they had seven children – Jean, Alexander (my great grandfather), Betsy, Elizabeth, Isabella, Mary and Stewart. The family moved about quite a bit – leaving Dundee sometime after the 1891 census for the first of several addresses in Fife. By 1911, they had settled in Wemyss where Stewart snr. worked as a coal miner. I don’t know exactly how long they lived there – but I do know that in the 1920s Stewart, Isabella and their younger son Stewart jr. emigrated to the United States. They appear to have all travelled separately, and I have only been able to find passenger records for Isabella (in December 1924), but all three appear in the 1930 US census living 34/155 West Third Street, Bayonne City, Hudson, NJ. Isabella returned to Scotland in October 1932. Both Stewarts obviously returned to the UK at some point; the elder died in Kirkcaldy, Fife on 9 January 1934, while the younger Stewart was killed during WWII when the ship he was aboard sank in the Barents Sea with the loss of all but three crew (The fate of HMT Shera: “Closed until 1972”)

I know that two of Isabella’s daughters – Elizabeth and Isabella – also emigrated to the United States, and seem to have stayed there. Betsy and my great-grandfather lived out their lives in Fife, while I recently discovered that Mary died in 1921, aged 19, of eclampsia, a few hours after giving birth to an illigitimate child (When the truth contradicts the “family folklore”). I am currently waiting to see if the wonderful people at the Lothian Health Services Archive (Family mystery about to be solved) can gain access to the child’s birth record so that I can find out whether Mary’s baby survived and what happened to him or her.

Last but not least …

My mum had told me that she was named after the old lady in the photo. She says that she remembers visiting her great, great, gran as a child, and that that this women had witnessed the aftermath of the Tay Bridge Disaster which occurred on 28 December 1879.

As I’d been told that the photo above was of “five generations”, I assumed initially that the old lady was Isabella’s mother – Jane Morrison. The problem with this is that my mother’s name is Elizabeth, so my assumption immediately seemed unlikely. I haven’t been able to find any record of Jane Morrison’s death, so it is possible that she actually is the old lady and that my mother is mistaken about it being the woman she was named after. However, it seemed just as likely that the woman might be Isabella’s mother-in-law, so I began looking at the records for Stewart Cruden’s father – Alexander Cruden.

And there I hit pay-dirt. Elizabeth Brown married Alexander Cruden in 1892, when he was fifty two and she was 41. Elizabeth was a spinster and prior to their marriage, was Alexander’s housekeeper.However, while it was Elizabeth’s first marriage, it was Alexander’s third and although the couple had one child together – George Alexander- born in 1894, Elizabeth was the step-, rather than biological mother of Stewart Cruden.

I suppose if I were more interested in lineage than history, this might matter. It might somehow “devalue” my five generations photograph. But of course it doesn’t! Elizabeth Brown joined my family by marriage; her son is my second great, grand uncle, and most importantly, she must have been much loved for my mother to be given her name.

I’ve talked a lot about the concept of whanau  – a Maori term that encompasses all those with whom we feel kinship. I feel kinship with Elizabeth Brown, and I treasure my photo of her.

This post was written for the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge: treasure. Here are some other bloggers’ treasures:

http://mrscarmichael.wordpress.com/2014/02/16/weekly-photo-challenge-treasure/

http://windagainstcurrent.com/2014/02/18/weekly-photo-challenge-treasure/

http://grahy.fr/2014/02/18/weekly-photo-challenge-treasure/

http://travelswithjaye.com/2014/02/19/weekly-photo-challenge-treasure/

http://priorhouse.wordpress.com/2014/02/19/weekly-photo-challenge-treasure/

http://seediving.wordpress.com/2014/02/19/treasure-in-a-drought/

http://inigobautista.wordpress.com/2014/02/19/weekly-photo-challenge-treasure-2/

http://dswalkerauthor.com/2014/02/18/weekly-photo-challenge-treasure-highly-valued/

http://followyournose.me/2014/02/18/treasure-two/

http://bmenees.wordpress.com/2014/02/18/weekly-photo-challenge-treasure/

http://lindylecoq.wordpress.com/2014/02/18/first-date-weekly-photo-challenge-treasure/

http://acidfreepulp.com/2014/02/18/weekly-photo-challenge-treasure/

http://hoardercomesclean.wordpress.com/2014/02/18/quilts-that-matter-and-the-weekly-photo-challenge-treasure/

http://jennsmidlifecrisis.wordpress.com/2014/02/18/weekly-photo-challenge-treasure/

http://nelabligh.com/2014/02/18/weekly-photo-challenge-treasure/

http://leeannewalker1.wordpress.com/2014/02/18/weekly-photo-challenge-treasure-not-trash/

http://mightwar.com/2014/02/18/treasure/

http://reservedlove.wordpress.com/2014/02/17/weekly-photo-challenge-treasure/

http://svetlanagrobman.wordpress.com/2014/02/17/weekly-photo-challenge-treasure/

http://maverickmist.wordpress.com/2014/02/17/treasure/

http://graphicrealestate.wordpress.com/2014/02/16/weekly-photo-challenge-treasure/

http://shmamaland.com/2014/02/16/weekly-photo-challenge-treasure/

http://ordibild.com/2014/02/16/wpc-treasure-love/

http://makinglifesparkle.wordpress.com/2014/02/16/weekly-photo-challenge-treasure/

http://photobyjohnbo.wordpress.com/2014/02/16/weekly-photo-challenge-treasure/

http://humptydumptyonawall.wordpress.com/2014/02/16/weekly-photo-challenge-treasure/

Random Moment of Delight: an unexpected snippet of information about a shadowy great grandfather

A notice from The Edinburgh Gazette, January 25, 1910 relating to my great grandfather, Thomas Elder. Source Edinburgh Gazette archives.

A notice from The Edinburgh Gazette, January 25, 1910 relating to my great grandfather, Thomas Elder. Source Edinburgh Gazette.

I guess it’s the nature of family history that it’s much easier to find out about some ancestors than others. It’s not only that before statutory records, all information is a bit patchy, but that some people lived and died leaving little or no trace in the documentary record. The converse of course, is that when we do find some record of an ancestor’s life,  it affirms their existence and makes them that little bit more real.

My great grandfather, Thomas Elder has always seemed one of those will o’ the wisp ancestors about whom I knew little and wondered much.

The bones of his life are laid out in the BDM and census records. He was born on 23 February 1874 – exactly ninety years before my brother’s birth. He was the fifth of eleven children born to William Elder and Elizabeth Penman. The family lived in Dysart, Fife and somehow managed to avoid having any member of the family working in the mines. By the age of 17 Thomas was employed as an Ironmonger’s Assistant. At the age of 24 he married Annie Nicholson, four years his senior and already the mother of a three year old, illegitimate son who lived with his grandmother but was – certainly in later years – part of his half-siblings’ lives and not hidden away.

Thomas and Annie had three children together, my grandmother Susan, great aunt Elizabeth (Bessie) and great uncle William.

The 1905 valuation roll shows the family living in a house owned by Annie’s mother.

By the 1901 census Thomas has become an ironmonger and the manager of the business. In the 1911 census he is described as a “traveller, hardware”, and when his daughter – my grandmother – marries in 1923, his occupation is given as “storekeeper.”

Thomas Elder died on 12 February 1929, aged only 54, of colon cancer.

A cousin of my father’s – Aunt Bessie’s daughter – says she heard that “Papa” Elder was gassed in WWI and his health suffered greatly afterwards. I have tried to find his service records, but without success. I have little to go on; Thomas Elder is not an uncommon name and I have no idea which regiment he may have served in. Not only that, but his records may not have survived the Blitz (during which over 50% of WWI service records were destroyed).

So to my random moment of delight: earlier today, on a whim, I typed “Thomas Elder Ironmonger Kirkcaldy” into Google and found the newspaper clipping above. I now know that sometime after 1901, when Thomas was an employee (albeit a manager) and 1910, my great grandfather was for a few years a partner in the firm of A. Beveridge, Son & Company. Now I can search the company name and and the other partners.

The question is of course, why did Thomas ‘retire’ from the business at the age of only 36?

Random Moments of Delight is a blogging prompt from my friend Meghan at Firebonnet. You can find out more about it here.

Six word Saturday: family mystery about to be solved?

email from LHSA

After reading that the Lothian Health Services Archive held records for the Royal Maternity Hospital, I emailed a request for access to the records of my great, grand aunt who died there shortly after giving birth.  This archive is a wonderful resource for anyone who has had ancestors treated at the many hospitals and other medical facilities in the Lothian area.

I love Lothian Health Services Archive

Note:

Lothian Health Services Archive

… holds the historically important local records of NHS hospitals and other health-related material. We collect, preserve and catalogue these records and promote them to increase understanding of the history of health and for the benefit of all. (LHSA website)

An obscure object of affection

A gift to my father, aged 12, from his mother.

A gift to my father, aged 12, from his mother. Photo: Su Leslie, 2014

I’m always impressed and slightly amazed when friends and fellow family historians reveal a collection of treasured heirlooms, photographs and other memorabilia. How do families keep such treasures from being lost, thrown out or sold? How do they find their way into the hands of those who will preserve and treasure them?

I thinking about this because I’m now the custodian of a (very small) collection of photographs and objects given to me by my mother. At the moment, it’s all stored in an archive box, but I know I’ll need to do more not only to preserve these things now, but to keep them from being tossed out after I’m gone. The former task is easy.  The latter — persuading my offspring to preserve his heritage no matter how trivial it appears, because one day he will come to appreciate his connection to the past — well, that’s the challenge isn’t it. The boy-child shows absolutely no interest in the past. His father has only recently started to wonder about his own family, and yet, I feel as though I’ve always been connected to my ancestors.  Perhaps it helps that my mother is a great story-teller, and that I actually had living great-grandparents as a flesh-and-blood presence in my life.

It probably helps too that I’m a bit of a Borrower. Years ago — when I was a child in fact — I persuaded my father to give me his childhood autograph book. I have no idea why I wanted it, but suspect it has something to do with not wanting my brother to have it. It’s somehow survived my globe-trotting and years of living in rented flats. Although I haven’t consciously treasured it, I have always kept it safe — again, I don’t really know why, but I’m so glad that I did.

My dad was given the book by his mother when he was fourteen. It wasn’t a birthday present — his birthday is in July and the book’s inscription is dated Nov 29th 1946.

Nov 29th 1946. To Ronnie from his loving mum. Photo: Su Leslie, 2014.

Nov 29th 1946. To Ronnie from his loving mum. Photo: Su Leslie, 2014.

My grandmother died just three and a half years after she gave this gift. Although my father doesn’t talk much of his past, I know her death was a sorrow he’s never stopped feeling. He named me after his mother and I like to think that my family history project is, in some small way, honoring her memory.

William, Susan and Elizabeth Elder. Photo taken in Kirkcaldy, Fife, probably around 1914-15

William, Susan (my grandmother) and Elizabeth Elder. Photo taken in Kirkcaldy, Fife, probably around 1914-15

Most of the autographs in the book are footballers – mainly players for Dad’s local Club Raith Rovers, plus a few from Rangers F.C. and Celtic.

"Best wishes Ronnie, Sincerely Yours, Uncle ???" A page in my father's autograph book. Photo: Su Leslie 2014

“Best wishes Ronnie, Sincerely Yours, Uncle ???”
A page in my father’s autograph book. Photo: Su Leslie 2014

This page was a mystery to me; I’d never heard of the Gaumont British Junior Club. But is seems that Gaumont was a cinema chain of which the Rialto was part. I guess the Junior Club was probably a Saturday movie-fest for kids. The interesting thing about the page is that the inscription is:

Best wishes Ronnie,

Sincerely Yours

Uncle ??

I’m really curious about this entry, and will have to ask my dad which uncle it was, and about his connection to the cinema.

So my dad’s little book is not only a link through him to my grandmother — giving me the only example I have of her hand-writing, but also a clue to the story of a great-uncle I may not know about.

This post was written in response to the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge.

Here are some other bloggers’ posts that I have enjoyed:

http://artbea.wordpress.com/2014/02/05/weekly-photo-challenge-object/

http://ididitforjohnny.wordpress.com/2014/02/05/weekly-photo-challege-object/

http://amcnabb.wordpress.com/2014/02/05/weekly-photo-challenge-object/

http://photographictrek.wordpress.com/2014/02/05/object/

http://longingtostray.wordpress.com/2014/02/05/wpc-object/

http://privatemixture.wordpress.com/2014/02/05/weekly-photo-challenge-object/

http://anttijohansson.net/2014/02/05/wpcobject/

http://lolalilu.wordpress.com/2014/02/04/479/

http://sonyaliraphotography.com/2014/02/04/weekly-photo-challenge-object-the-bell/

http://wholeyjeans.wordpress.com/2014/02/04/weekly-photo-challenge-object-2-of-2/

http://wahinewednesdays.com/2014/02/04/object-found/

http://jennnadams.wordpress.com/2014/02/04/weekly-photo-challenge-object/

http://eye4beautie.wordpress.com/2014/02/04/weekly-photo-challenge-object/

http://fadedpaisley.com/2014/02/04/weekly-photo-challenge/

http://glittermoonvintagexmas.com/2014/02/04/weekly-photo-challenge-object/

Wordless Wednesday: wee kilted laddie

My great uncle, Stewart Cruden. Studio portrait c. 1915

My great uncle, Stewart Cruden. Studio portrait c. 1915

This is the third separate studio portrait of my great uncle in a kilt. There are others of him posing in little cut-down army uniforms. I don’t know whether this was a fashion in photography at the time, or my great grandparents just loved seeing their kids dressed  up.

Wordless Wednesday is a Geneabloggers prompt.

Here are a couple of other posts on the theme that I’ve enjoyed:

http://genealogysisters.wordpress.com/2014/01/29/almost-wordless-wednesday-snow-friends-1945/

http://mypeopleinhistory.wordpress.com/2014/01/29/wordless-wednesday-family-picture/

http://wellerharvey.wordpress.com/2014/01/29/wordless-wednesday-january-29-2014/

http://twigsandtrees.blogspot.com.au/2014/01/wordless-wednesday-feb-1960-down-in.html

http://ancestorslivehere.blogspot.com.au/2014/01/wordless-wednesday-unknown.html