Women's History Month - The Templeton Disaster

 

The Templeton Carpet Factory sits next to the People’s Palace and Glasgow Green. It was commissioned in the late 1880s and is designed on the Doge’s Palace in Venice. Construction began on the factory in 1888. Late the following year, disaster struck.

November 1, 1889 was a cold evening. The winds were high. So high, in fact, that they blew down a large section of the eastern extension to the factory. The ruins fell onto the neighbouring weaving shed, causing the shed to collapse. The workers in that shed were almost all women of the east end of Glasgow. They were trapped in the ruins. While 32 injured women were rescued by the Eastern and Central Fire Brigades, another 29 women sadly lost their lives. Some of the dead were girls as young as 12 and 14. This disaster is the greatest peace time tragedy for the East End of Glasgow. A memorial garden is incorporated into the grounds of the former factory and paving stones list the names of the women who perished.

Women's History Month - Victoria Drummond

 

Victoria Drummond was born on 14 October 1894 at Errol in Perthshire. She was one of four children born to Captain Malcolm Drummond and his wife, Geraldine. Captain Malcolm Drummond of Megginch was the Groom in Waiting to Queen Victoria. It was as a result of that relationship that Victoria received her name. Queen Victoria was her Godmother. Victoria’s mother, Geraldine Margaret Tyssen-Amherst was the daughter of William Tyssen-Amherst who was the 1st Baron Amherst of Hackney.

As a young girl, Victoria would visit the engineering works of Robert Morton and Sons in Errol, maker of steam-powered and petrol-engined trucks and busses. She asked Mr Morton how she could learn to be a marine engineer and go to sea. His advice was for her to serve an apprenticeship and then find a ship that would give her a berth as an engineer. 

When Victoria turned 21, her father encouraged her to choose her own career. She once again stated that she wanted to be a marine engineer. A year later, she was apprenticed at the Northern Garage in Perth. Her foreman, Mr Malcolm, had worked in the Clyde shipyards, had gone to sea and had risen to be a Chief Engineer at sea. As such he fully supported her training. 

After 2 years at the garage, Captain Drummond arranged for her to wok at the Caledon Shipbuilding & Engineering Company in Dundee. Here she worked on the engine and boiler works at Lilybank. A year later, Victoria joined the Women's Engineering Society and completed her apprenticeship. She was now a Marine Engineer, Journeyman

During a career that spanned 40 years Victoria made 49 ocean-going voyages. She is recognized as Scotland’s first female Marine Engineer.

Family History Writing Course - Online

 

We have all heard, all of our lives, that time flies, especially as we get older, but I had never been so acutely aware of that until the start of the pandemic, when two weeks morphed to two plus years. And we are still in it. Yes, times look more like they used to but we are now all acutely aware of just how precarious life (as we know it) really is. 

I’m at that stage of life where people my age are passing on. My age! Those sorts of things also tend to add to our understanding of just how precarious life really is. It could be any one of us, any time. Time. As much as we always think we have plenty, I need to stop frittering it away and be more mindful of what I want to accomplish and, as a good ancestor, what I want to leave behind. 

I was recently in a conversation with a cousin and she noted that within 3 generations, we (and our stories) will be forgotten. And I instantly recognized the truth in this. I know my story. I know my parents’ stories and I know my grandparents’ stories. I knew them. I heard them tell me their stories. I knew their personalities, their likes and dislikes, their hopes for their family. And while I think I know the stories of my great grandparents and perhaps great-great grandparents, I don’t really know them. Not on the same level. I made this realization when my eldest aunt passed away. She was the living connection to her grandparents. She knew them. Knew their personalities, their temperament, their sounds, their smells. I can only guess from documents and perhaps some degree of supposition as I piece the puzzle together. But that’s all that most of us can do. Suppose. 

I want my grandkids to know my mum and dad. To know my granny and grandpa. To know their great aunts, uncles, and their myriad of cousins. And the only way I can guarantee that my grandkids and great grandkids will really know past generations is for me to document, preserve and share those stories. Firsthand. 

I find so many of us, as family historians, want the same thing. And now that my tours are coming to an end, I will have more time to focus on this. I want to help you do the same. I have created an online writing course. This course will help you to get those stories out of documents and into a shareable format – preferably a book. Something easy, sturdy and shareable. Something that can be on a coffee table or on a shelf and can quickly and easily be taken out and shared. The course will run on 5 consecutive Wednesday evenings in May for one hour. We will work together as a small group of 12 to get the stories out of documents, out of our minds, and onto paper. To write them down, to preserve them and to create a book so that they can then be shared with future generations. By the end of the 5-week course, you can have your ancestral book (one ancestral line or one ancestor’s stories) completed. 

Please note that this course is structured. It is not just an opportunity to get together to talk about writing 'one day'. This is about getting the work done. We are not gathering to share the stories with one another or to look at what we have already done. We are gathering to do work. 

The course is designed for a small group (12). Registration is on a first come-first serve basis. 

To learn more: https://www.genealogytoursofscotland.ca/family-story-writing-courses

 

Sharing Family Ephemera

My mother was a nurse. She trained as a psychiatric nurse in a small cottage hospital in Midlothian. Then she took her general nursing at the Western General in Edinburgh. Her elder sister followed in her footsteps in becoming psychiatric nurse and training at the same cottage hospital. 

My mother saved nothing. Fortunately, her sister saved everything (I'm sure there is a balance in there somewhere, but for this, I am not complaining). I visited my cousin last week. She was the one tasked with cleaning out her mother's house. Her mom and dad had lived in the house for 60 years. 

My cousin brought out the postcards and telegrams my aunt had saved. And as conversations go, we began talking about our mother's lives in Scotland. My cousin then handed me this gem:

My mum would have had one as well, but didn't keep hers, sadly.  I can imagine how often this little gem was used by each student nurse. Although we couldn't find a date of publication, my mum and aunt were in nurses training in the early 1950s (1950-52 as a start date).

I enjoyed seeing not only how much medicine has progressed, but just the depth of what they had to learn. 

Brochs Are Abundant in Scotland's Northern Isles.

Scotland’s Northern Isles are littered with evidence of life from prehistoric times. The neolithic sites at Skara Brae in Orkney and Jarlshof in Shetland are evidence that people have lived in the area for more than 4000 years. 

Remnants of Brochs are more widespread and are evidence of life from the Iron Age. Perhaps one of the largest, and quite well preserved is the Broch of Gurness in Orkney. The Broch is a village with as many as 14 homes. There were also at least 7 burials. The village is estimated to be about 2500 years old.

Broch of Gurness

The Broch at Jarlshof seems to have been built over earlier settlements. There is a large, well-preserved Broch in Lerwick (Clickimin) as well as one in Caithness. 

Brochs were built near the sea and over a cistern. Water was thought to be important to the rituals of the Iron Age people. Indeed, each Broch is built over a cistern. The purpose of the cistern is not entirely clear, but it is believe that the water within it was used for ceremonial ritual. Each home within the village had a “tank” full of water. This was generally near the hearth so that heated rocks from the fire could be placed into the tank and warm the water within. 

Tank

Remnants of two homes, each with a central hearth

Around the edge of each village is a rampart or ditch. This may have been for protection but again, the purpose is unclear. Each village also had a communal midden where scraps were thrown. Excavation has been able to tell us about the diets of the Iron Age people, and although the sea was abundant with fish, very few were actually consumed. The people tended to prefer limpets, cockles and other shellfish.

The Broch of Gurness is built on the edge of Eynhallow Sound. Eynhallow, one of many islands that make up the archipelago of Orkney. Eynhallow was once home to about two dozen people but a fever in 1851 led to the dismantling of the homes to make them uninhabitable and residents who were still living, moved to mainland or to nearby Rousay.

The Shetland Bus

 

As I stated in my last post, Shetland continues to have a strong alliance with it's former parent country, Norway. This was incredibly evident during the second world war and the Shetland Bus operation.  

On the night of April 8/9 1940, Norway was invaded by Germany. Having a long history of neutrality, Norway was unprepared for the invasion. Many Norwegians fled their homeland and headed out into the sea. The first friendly land they came to was Shetland.

Shetland was not only welcoming, but distant kin and willing to assist the Norwegians. The British military realized that if small boats could bring Norwegians to Shetland, similar sized boats could make the return journey, and hopefully stay beyond the sights of the Germans as being anything other than fishing boats. Soon a plan was hatched to use Norwegian fishing vessels to return to Norway, under cover of darkness, with operatives and artillery which were used to assist the Norwegians in their resistance against Germany. On their return, they brought refugees who were warmly welcomed into the Shetland communities.

Each trip took three weeks, in dangerous waters. The seas were stormy. Lighthouses were unlit. The men had only their compass for navigation. And all the while, the Germans were patrolling the skies around the rugged coast of Norway, watching for anything out of the ordinary.

The crew of the Shetland Bus fleet were young men who had great knowledge of the waters and the coastline of Norway.  

Fishing boats continued to be used until October 1943 when submarine chasers began to be used. In all, the Shetland Bus transported 192 agents and 383 tons of artillery and supplies to Norway. They brought out 373 refuges and 73 agents.

In the days before the submarine chasers, 44 lives were lost. There is a memorial in Scalloway honouring the bravery of these men and there is a display in the Scalloway Museum explaining the mission behind the Shetland Bus.

And Just Like That, It's Over

 

In many ways the fact that I was actually going to Scotland felt surreal. This moment had been anticipated for so very long. Two and a half years long, to be exact. However, once I was on the ground, it felt as though no time had passed since my last visit home.

 

I was able to connect with colleagues in Glasgow, Edinburgh and Fife. I caught up with family and even met some cousins I only know virtually (What are the odds that two of my second cousins would be staying at the same wee hotel in Orkney that I was and at the same time?!)

 

I had a great wee group in Orkney. They were fantastic, fun and flexible and we had a wonderful week together. More touring than research but connections with cousins and with ancestors were made. We were in awe of the history that the island retains evidence of. Neolithic remnants dot the islands. Orkney is so picturesque. Gentle hills, inland lochs and miles of coastline. The major agriculture is now cattle and they clearly outnumber the people.

Orkney has a much slower pace than the rest of Scotland. In tune with the sea. And the weather. We were blessed with rainbows every afternoon, thanks to weather that literally changed every five minutes.

 

Orcadians never take their history for granted. A cairn or the remnants of a neolithic village may well be on their farm. They honour it and leave it as is. Our view every morning at breakfast was a look across the sea loch, Loch of Stenness, to see the standing stones at both Stenness and the larger Ring of Brodgar. Still unchanged after 5000 years. Except for a few cattle sharing the land.

 

From Orkney I made my way to Shetland. I have wanted to see Shetland since I first visited Orkney 6 years ago. I was told that the landscape was different but it was still a shock. Outwith the city of Lerwick, the land is rugged, vast and  sparsely populated. And I mean sparsely. It was reminiscent of the northern highlands of mainland Scotland, but more barren, if that is even possible. I could literally drive for miles and miles and encounter no one. No other car, no sign of a homestead, no animals. Shetland is more for sheep than cattle, but even the sheep were sparse.

 

All of the communities are coastal. And small. Usually a couple of dozen homes. Often fewer. Driving along a steep, twisting, single lane mountain road, I would see a sign pointing left to a community. Left! Where the country literally dropped off a cliff to the sea. A steep drive down would find a few scattered buildings along the coast. Many had a leisure centre and some also had a school. No corner shop. No grocery store. No clinic. No gas station. These amenities were miles away. Sometimes even a ferry ride away.

 

I could live in Orkney but I doubt I would survive long in Shetland. Not outwith Lerwick or Scalloway anyway. Scalloway was the original capital city - now known as the ancient capital, before the capital was moved to Lerwick. Compared to the rest of Shetland, Lerwick is a bustling town. Mostly thanks to the tourists. Scalloway is also a busy wee place. Both have wonderful museums, shops, restaurants and peaceful harbours. Surprisingly everything closes at 5 pm. There is a chippy in Lerwick that stays open until 8. And there are a couple of pubs that are open well into the evening. But shops and restaurants are closed by 5, if not earlier.

 

I was able to visit three islands: Unst, Yell and Mainland. There are interisland ferries between them, each about 5 - 10 minutes across. Unst has an incredible viking heritage. Replica ships, longhouses and even a broch. The Unst Heritage Centre is a small museum but one that is packed with information. As I tell everyone, "ask" when you are in any museum. The staff was so pleased to take me to the staff room and show me the wealth of genealogical records that they have available.

 

Unst and Yell can be done in a day. Yell has one small museum, which didn't have much on offer but which provided me a wonderful chat with a local man. He was truly delightful and I will treasure our conversation for years to come. Yell is a wonderful destination for anyone who enjoys rugged hill walks or mountain biking. The scenery is truly breathtaking.

 

There is so much to see in Mainland that I can quite understand why some folk never get to the north isles. I really enjoyed my time in Lerwick and making the trips to Scalloway, St Ninian's Isle, Sumburgh (Jarlshof and the Crofthouse Museum) and Bixter (the original Cake Fridge and the Shetland Pony Experience).

 

Shetland is at 60 degrees North. On par with Norway, Greenland, the Yukon and Nunavut. And it is easy to see the connection. The inland waterways are broken by mountain ranges, emerging out of the fjords. Truly, truly stunning. The climate will be similar although Shetland has the advantage of the effects of the North Atlantic Drift, which is the end part of the gulf stream, which, incidentally, also keeps the west of Scotland fairly moderate, temperature-wise.

 

Both Shetland and Orkney once belonged to Norway and Shetland has retained much of this early influence, particularly in their language, but also in their culture and their music. While road signs for places (Welcome to...) in Scotland are in both English and Gaelic, in Shetland the original Old Norse meaning of the name is given. For example, Tingwall (the field of the parliament) or Lerwick (Muddy Bay) or even Sumburgh (South broch). And in both Orkney and Shetland, words from Old Norse continue to be used like "peedie" in Orkney or "peerie" in Shetland meaning wee or small.

 

My final few days were spent with colleague Clare Wilson. Many of you will know of Clare from the Lanarkshire monthly presentations or from our Kilted Kulture events. Clare and I met thanks to the Lanarkshire Family History Society putting us in touch and from the first meeting she has felt like kin to me. I thoroughly enjoyed my few days with her and her husband and was sad to have to leave them. We played tourist and shared loads of laughs. And that is what time with kin is all about. Laughter.