Mom always told us she was born in a little town called Fork in South Carolina. Fork has now been swallowed by Marion, and mom said it disappeared long before it could have been annexed by another city. Her birth certificate is a bit hard to read, but it seems to say County of Dillion, Township either Hillsland or Millsland. It also gives her middle name spelled May and not Mae as she told us.
So in appreciation of her birthday, here is a song she absolutely hated!
Is that a date that brings up any images in your mind? For fans of Outlander it should, as well as for the Scots and those (like me) of Scottish decent.
Well over two and a half centuries after the event, the Battle of Culloden, fought on 16 April 1746, still means many things to many people. To Scottish expatriates, no matter how many times removed, it is an emotional touchstone to their Scottish identity and commonly regarded as the opening act of the epic tragedy of the Highland Clearances; to those with nationalist inclinations it is held up as an example of England’s terrible maltreatment of its northern neighbour; to Unionists it is seen as the final gasp of a divisive movement hell-bent on returning Britain to monarchical despotism; to romantics it marks the end of one of those great lost causes, pitching the Highland underdog against the might of the Hanoverian war machine.
Culloden; The History and Archealogy of the Last Clan Battle – Tony Pollard 2009
Wifey and I were able to visit the battlefield in May of 2019. Here are a few pictures we took while there. For a battle of only 40 minutes or so, the effects were devastating on the Scots way of life. I will not even attempt to write about the whys and wherefores of this event. Many folks have studied and written about this battle with more knowledge than I; they can carry the day.
Some sources for you;
Wikipedia (I use this resource simply because it is available in so many languages. Not for its accuracy.)
Well, it’s not all that busy. We are still doing our voluntary self-isolation, and all these folks have long passed on.
I’ve posted about this grouping of birthdays before, however, I left one out. It wasn’t until I made a “Family Birthday” calendar (using Google Calendar) that this terrible omission was discovered. I had not added my paternal great grandfather to this group. Here are they chronologically, by birth year:
All these folks are on my paternal (father’s) side. Starting with Great Granddad (not to be confused with Old Granddad which is a whole different thing…)
Samuel W. Campbell, 26 March 1861 – 8 February 1924. This is the 159th anniversary of his birth. I have no idea what the “W” stands for. I have not been able to find much documentation of this gentleman. I do have two obituaries and his death certificate for him but that’s all. Worst of all is no pictures. My grandmother (just down this list) had pictures of her dad, and of Herbert, and even lots of my dad as a child, but none that I can say is Samuel.
Then we have his son, my Grandfather.
Herbert J. Campbell, 31 March 1884 – 5 February 1919. So, 136th anniversary. As with his father, I have no idea what the middle initial “J” is for. My best guess is James, as that was his grandfathers name. That would be close to a traditional Scottish naming convention. Had Samuel followed that tradition then James would have been his given name, not his middle name. I can find other Herbert’s across several branches of this line, so maybe he was named for an uncle or such.
Next, we have Herbert’s wife, my Grandmother (or Nanny as I knew her)
Josephine Melinda (nee Bodle) Campbell, 27 March 1885 – 21 July 1975. Happy 135th Nanny! I have posted about Nanny several times. As she lived with us for most of my childhood, she was very instrumental in my upbringing.
Finally, dear old dad.
Donald Sherwood Campbell, 28 March 1912 – 19 February 1985. Wow! 108th for pops! If you look up “character” in the dictionary, my dad’s picture will be there. He is the main reason, along with my brother, that I have a warped sense of humor. And I’m proud to say that I have passed that on to my two sons! Hey – a legacy is a legacy. Even if it’s silly.
I can only imagine how this week was celebrated during the short time (1912 – 1919) when all four of these people could be together.