This blog will comprise a collection of ephemera, mess and miscellaneous artifacts reflecting on the writer's life.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
My Scottish great grandmother
Here she is. She lived in Edinburgh.
She was called Janet Hunter and she was the secretary in the Falkirk Iron Foundry.
Two men loved her (I will not divulge their names GOD it is SO romantic).
They were brothers but she could only marry one, my great grandfather.
My grandfather, her son, moved down from Peebleshire to Dorset, to farm.
He never lost his Scottish accent.
This is what I call an artefact of identity.