Family Tree Roots

Going to the kitchen one Sunday
morning I passed the TV  rolling
forth Orkney Island panoramas
near my ancestral home in the
uppermost corner of Scotland.
I got the urge to visit for
family history research.

As bidden by my aunt, the
family matriarch I wrote  to
her niece, my cousin, as well
as her brother, my uncle, though
my aunt and father were glad
this uncle lived 12,000 miles
away. They couldn’t stand him.

I duly wrote letters, went to
John O’Groats,Orkney Islands,
drove south to the uncle and his
wife. Luckily they were civil.

Now a big surprise came from
the cousin who was ecstatic to
meet antipodean family from
her birthplace. She, her brother
and sisters craved contact with
distant family, were desperate
to know their family roots
denied them for forty two years
by the older generation’s feud.

So the younger generation
reconnected our family links.

Family Tree Roots

6 thoughts on “Family Tree Roots

  1. J > As they say in Yorkshire, ‘there’s nowt so queer as folk’. In modern parlance, ‘there’s nothing that’s more diverse as people’. That’s true in families, also : we should not allow ourselves to be fooled that a family likeness means likeness of character. Where we live, the indigenous islanders traditionally held grudges and persisted in feuds that could be traced back several generations – sometimes centuries.

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    1. This uncle was not a particularly likeable character. However the human urge to know its roots beats strong in many hearts, especially when families are separated by vast oceans. His children are fine.


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