Meanwhile in 1886…
As with all great butterflies, it doesn’t take much to send me off onto another flower. Wasn’t feeling too peaky last week, so the slightest suggestion from my Dad/Auntie that I should do some family tree digging had me off and running on a little bit of genealogy. And, I have to say, it was rather good fun.
I started by trotting off down the line of the Liddell men and discovered that my general lack of DIY prowess would have been generally frowned upon by a long line of largely blacksmiths. This lead to my favourite revelation of all. It had long been a source of some vagueness around where my middle name ‘McFarlane’ came from. I knew that it was shared by my Dad and my great-grandad Jock. He lost a leg in WWI while serving as a Bombardier with the Royal Field Artillery. Looking at his medal record, he left the war on or before 7/7/1915. He died not long before I was born, so I didn’t get a chance to bounce on his knee (singular). Anyway, beyond that I didn’t know where McFarlane came from.
So I was delighted to discover that my Great-Great Grandad, Robert Liddell married my Great-Great-Grandmother, Euphemia McFarlane in 1886. So I am, at least in part, named after a woman called Euphemia. Which is nice.
Much still do, I’ve made it as far back as my Great-Great-Great-Great Grandad, James Liddell, although I’m not exactly sure when he was born yet, some time around 1790 seems likely.
Oh, I did most of this on the Scotland’s People website. Don’t think for a minute that I actually left the groove on the sofa.