When Jeffrey wanted to learn to play the bagpipes, I thought it was cool. I did! Honest, I swear, I did. All my life, I’ve loved the bagpipes, and find them haunting and beautiful. While our surname is obviously a Scottish clan name, I never really gave it much thought beyond knowing we were one of thousands of families whose “Mac—” became “Mc—” in their emigration. I knew my ancestors came down through Canada via Nova Scotia, but somehow missed picking up Nova Scotia is NEW SCOTLAND. Derp.
So when Jeff picked up the pipes, I started poking around. He wanted a kilt. I knew my uncle (a state court judge) wore full Highland Dress for formal occasions, so I talked to my cousins, and found out, glory be, we have a tartan. A specific tartan, tied to very specific ancestral lands in the northern highlands of Scotland. Cool, right? We don’t just have a modern tartan- we’ve got an ancient tartan, a hunting tartan, a formal tartan…
So I’ve been doing some reading. Turns out we’ve been around a loooong time as a clan- direct lines back to 1085. We’ve got more than bit of history. We fought with William Wallace in 1296. Remember Braveheart? Yeah, that William Wallace— though his real story is not as romantic as Mel Gibson made it seem, the battles are firmly established history, as is his horrible demise and cry for freedom for Scotland. After Wallace, in 1306, we followed and fought for Robert the Bruce and helped win Scotland’s independence at the battle of Bannockburn in 1314. It’s not like things were all roses after that though…
Life in Scotland was hard. There were centuries of retaliations and bloodshed and fighting amongst clans. Our name means “sons of fire” and the family motto on our crest is “Manu Forti” with a fist clenching a dagger. It means ‘with a firm hand’ and we had a warlike reputation for being a good ally and a formidable foe. 3000 of us fought alongside William of Orange.
Finally in the 1800’s, the clan suffered greatly as a result of the “Highland Clearances” and my family’s ancestors emigrated to Canada. There are still ancestral lands in the northern highlands that bear our name, as well as two ruined castles.
One of the more interesting things I’ve discovered is that we became known for our piping. To exert control over people, some music was outlawed, kilts and tartans were banned (clan identity was dangerous) and the bagpipes were outlawed. We played anyway. From 1629 on to the modern day, our piping as a clan is renowned. We have clan society pipers in Scotland, Nova Scotia and throughout Canada.
Discovering these rich veins of ancestry turns our forbears from dusty pages in a colorless book into rich, passionate and full blooded people. I’m utterly fascinated how my children’s red hair and freckles are tied directly to blood that runs in my veins from these very people. It’s lovely to imagine my own willingness to stand up for my beliefs, to battle if the need arises, might stem from these very same mitochondrial strands in every cell in my body, passed on in my children’s bodies… And so it goes. Hearts to our forefathers, indeed. All because my son, out of the blue, wanted to learn the pipes.
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What a rich and vibrant history! I love my own stories of Waldensian ancestors who lived through persecution and suffering so I could be who I am, where I am, from whence I came. I am a firm believer in the importance of the heritage and legacy we inherit from our ancestors and pass on to our posterity.
We are partial to bagpipes ourselves, though none of us play. Ray’s dream is to visit Scotland, Ireland, Wales… You should post a video of Jeffrey playing his pipes!
What a beautiful (and sometimes haunting) heritage you are passing along to your children. And I love that you are sharing it with them – embracing their traditions. John and I have talked of Scotland…if we make it there, you can come show us your homelands!
Love and miss you all!
Beautiful, Tracy. I can see you and tour children as warrior princes and princesses. It’s part of what makes you and them unique and valuable.
There really is an amazing, deeply humbling, connective power in the concept of hearts being turned.
“your children” – Can’t believe I missed that.
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