Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Impressions of Edinburgh

July 15- 17


     After Wales, Katie and I headed by train to Edinburgh Scotland.  The British countryside is just like the movies.  It is picturesque and lush filled with sheep and cows.  It was a lovely train ride. 

Katie and I each traveled with a rolling suitcase and a backpack filled to the brim.  Getting on and off trains and walking up hills at a fast speed to catch a train or bus is no fun when you've got an extra 10 pounds on your back. Somehow we always made it.  Katie has been not only a good companion, but an excellent detail planner, and she is always able to figure out where we need to go very quickly. I couldn't have managed without her.


                                      
When we got off the train, sometime around 3:00pm, we had to figure out what bus we needed to take to get to our B&B.  I was very excited to be staying at a B&B.  I had heard such lovely things about the hospitality you get at one. We stayed at a place called the Brae Lodge. We had fantastic hosts.  They were so lovely.  The house was large and very old but charming.  We deposited our things and headed off to the middle of High Street.  We had dinner at a Pub called Albanach.  Katie had haggis. I don't remember what I had but most everything is fried and there are very little fresh vegetables and fruit.  I know I did order a fresh salad.  We had a very friendly waiter.

Images from the graveyard.
  
 

After eating, We went to the St. Giles cathedral. I am always impressed with old churches even if they do tend to look similar to one another.  We then went to the Grey Friars graveyard.  That was very interesting.  Many people were buried there during the plague.  There were so many bodies in fact that bodies still rise to the surface when there is a good rain.  One part of the graveyard is called the Covenanters prison.  It was a prison for over 1000 supporters of the National Covenant who had been defeated by Government forces at the battle of Bothwell Brig on June 22, 1679.  For over four months these men were held there without any shelter.  Each man was allowed 4 ounces of bread a day.  It is a horrifying but fascinating part of Scottish history.  If you want to read more, go to www.covenanter.org.

The next day, we took a Mercat tour of the city.  It was interesting.  We were given information in 1 and 1/2 hours that we would never have otherwise received.  There were many fires in Edinburgh just like elsewhere in Europe. Fire was the only way to heat a house so it is no wonder.  Many of the buildings and apartments on High Street have been there for decades.  The apartments were built up because on both sides of the old town the rock the town was built on dropped off, so they had to build up. 

After the Mercat tour, we headed up the hill to the Edinburgh Castle.  Talk about massive.  This monster sits on top of a very large rock.  We took a self guided audio tour that was well worth it. The views are stunning and the history is impressive. 





From the top of High Street where the castle sits, we walked all the way down to the bottom where Holyrood where the queen of England stays when she visits.  Mind you, we had had beautiful weather. I was fighting some knee pain and a little swelling as well, but pushed on and walked and walked.  As we got to Holyrood, we sat at the fountain in the courtyard for a little respite.  Looking up at the sky we could see a very dark and very large black cloud heading our way.  We quickly ducked inside to take a tour. It poured the whole time we were inside and when we finished, the sun came out and the rain subsided.  That took care of day two.

Holyrood                                                          Ruins of old cathedral at Holyrood.

More of the ruins.                                           Gardens of Holyrood

The fountain at Holyrood.

Breakfast:  can I just say that English and Scottish breakfasts are impressive and a lot of food?!  However, for a traveler they are helpful because you end up just snacking mid day and then eat only one other meal.  It helped save on the cost of things.  Our hosts made delicious breakfasts with the best homemade scones I have ever eaten.  Haggis was always a choice on the breakfast menu so I decided to be brave and go for it.  It isn't bad. It tastes a bit like liver which I have never minded much and they fried it so it was a bit crispy.  Every morning we were offered a special as well as the traditional Scottish breakfast, or an omlette and fresh fruit.

Our last day in Edinburgh was filled with going to The Royal Museum of Scotland where we spent HOURS learning about the Covenanters and the Jacobite's and the role they not only played in the history of Scotland but in the world. Katie and I are museum nerds and we really enjoy learning as much as we can.  Our next stop was the National Gallery of Scotland where we saw the works of Scottish artists and then on to Princes street garden.  There were sunbathers galore.

View of the castle.
      
View of city from Princes street park                                         Sunbathers at the park

View of city from the park


Edinburgh is massive! It is tall and everything is built of stone, massive stone.  It is heavy and big.  I enjoyed being there but after 3 days, I was ready for a change from the heaviness of the buildings.  We would have loved to have gone up into the highlands, but we just couldn't fit it all in.

We left Scotland early on the morning of July 18th. Our hosts had ordered a cab for us and filled a sack with pastries and fruit for our breakfast.  Edinburgh was lovely and the weather cooperated. 

To say the land forms the people is an understatement in Scotland.  I now know why the Scots have the reputation they do. This land of Scotland, which is also part of my heritage is rough and rugged. It helped shape a people who were industrious and full of determination.  It is the same determination that I saw in my Grandmother Isabelle Leishman and that I see in my own mother. I think that Scottish blood runs deep in my veins too.
 

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 

 
 
 

Sunday, July 27, 2014


July 14, 2014

Months ago as I was planning my trip to Europe, I hired a genealogist to research my Morgan family line.  I wanted to find out who my great-great-great-great grandfather was.  I was having a difficult time finding any information on him, so I hired Jennifer.  (To find out more about her refer back to my first blog.)  Because Jennifer lives in Wales, she was able to access information that is not yet online.  Not only did she find him (Edward Morgan) but, she also found his first and second wife, (Mary Evans, and Mary Powell)  She proved to be invaluable.

Today, my daughter and I met Jennifer in Knighton Wales, the ancestral home of my fourth great grandfather.  This was an emotional day for me.  Jennifer had planned a 3 hour car trip to take us to all of the parishes and towns where my ancestors were either christened in, married in, or buried in.  Jennifer grew up near Knighton and was very familiar with the area.

We met in Knighton at the Horse and Jockey Inn where Katie and I would be spending the night.  The Horse and Jockey Inn existed during the time of Edward but was used as a livery stable.  From Knighton we took a short drive to a place called Farrington, where we would find a house Edward had lived in.  The house was built in 1666.  It is situated on a hill overlooking the hamlet of Knighton.  It is surrounded by farmland and has a beautiful view of Knighton.  Grandfather Edward lived in the house, but he didn’t own the land.  He was a tenant farmer.  I have tithe records that show which lots he and his sons rented and worked. 

Edward's house                                                                              Horse and Jockey Inn

As I stood and looked out over the beautiful green valley, I wondered what Edward saw when he gazed out toward Knighton in the late 1700’s?  How had the landscaped changed?  Could he ever have guessed that someday a great, great, great, great granddaughter would travel thousands of miles to return to the land and discover who she was?  Did he know the land he loved would someday call to me?
These are pictures of the view of the hamlet of Knighton from the farm house.

After leaving Farrington, we then traveled to the church of St. Michael Llanfihangel Nant Melan.  This is where Edward and Mary Evans were married.  It is a very sweet little church and is still used today.  The next parish was in Llanbister.  The church was being reconstructed and we were not able to go in. 
 

 

Sadly we were unable to go into this church in Llanbister to due construction, but we found some graves with the last name of Rogers which could be connected to the Rogers family my great, great, great grandfather Edward married into by marrying Elizabeth Rogers.  It will require more investigation.
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The country roads in Wales between the little towns are narrow and only allow for one car to fit at a time.  Navigating between loose cows, sheep and other vehicles proved to be not only entertaining but dangerous. 
 Llangullo Wales
 Mary Evans was christened here. 


Our next stop was Llangullo.  This is the church where Mary Evans was christened. 





 
 This is the inside of the Knighton church.

 I lit a candle in honor of the ancestors.
The graves to the left are George, Edward and Mary

 Our final stop was  Knighton church.  This is where Mary Powell and Edward are buried, as well as George, his brother John another brother and his wife Hannah and children. George and John are both children of Edward and Mary Evans. Edward their eldest son and my great- great-great-great grandfather, is buried in Staffordshire England with his wife Elizabeth.  I have not yet confirmed this but I do know that Elizabeth is buried there and Edward died in Staffordshire.

The church in Knighton is very large for such a small town.  It was built in the 1100’s.  I was so happy to be here and be this close to my ancestors.  It is an impressive church on the outside and inside.  Katie and I enjoyed looking around.  Each of the churches have a book that visitors are encouraged to sign and write in.  I told the story of my ancestors and my journey to find them. Then I made a donaton and lit one candle for, Edward, Mary, John, George and Edward the son, For Mary Powell and Harriot and …. But most of all for grandfather Edward.  I have felt closest him.   Katie and I then went out to the graves. A friend told me, to put shaving cream, yes, you heard right, shaving cream on the graves.  It fills in the cracks and crannies on the inscriptions making them readable.  It worked.  We photographed and cataloged them. Mary Powell and Edward share a headstone.  George has one next to them.  They are all buried on the left hand side near the entrance to the church.  John and his family are buried on the right side.  His grave was the most deteriorated and  hardest to read.  We didn’t have flowers to place on the graves but we picked wildflowers that were growing in the cemetery and pressed them.  It was the perfect end to a perfect day and I am grateful I was able to visit all of these sites.
One day, I know I will meet my grandfather Edward.  When I look at him, will I see me in his eyes? Will he know who I am? Until then, just like the roots of an ancient tree that has lain forgotten and  grown old, and covered with moss.  I will walk quietly, treading carefully as I search for those roots, knowing that as I do, they will once more be awakened.
 

 

 

 
 
 

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

English Breakfasts and spectacular scenery

This is my first English breakfast in Debden England

Catching the train to go to Ludlow England and then on to Knighton where my ancestors lived for 3 generations.
The English countryside is as beautiful as it is portrayed.  It is so green and lush and it goes on and on.




When we arrived in Ludlow we went to get our airbnb room.  We found out we had the entire house to ourselves.  It was built in the 1600's and the lady who let us in said that her father had lived in it at one time.  I felt like I was living in a storybook. It was lovely and we got another full English breakfast in the morning. Ludlow is a very charming town and if given the chance I would go back there again.  We had such a great night sitting in the room upstairs and reading Dickens. Well, I read Dickens while Katie worked on her paper.


This is the front door and entryway to the house.

The house had 3 stories.

Ludlow has a great castle and an incredible church both built in the 1100's by the Normans.  It was so fascinating and interesting. 

There is a lovely river that flows through Ludlow called the Temes. This is not the best photo I took. The best one is on my phone.  Unfortunately we have had spotty wifi and because my tablet is a surface I have to use a program to download my iPhone photos and then transfer them to the tablet and it takes forever, so I have to make do with my camera.  The next blog when I can get to it will be about my journey to my ancestral home of Knighton.  It was incredible!  I went to all of the towns they lived in and all of the churches they were christened in, buried in or married in.  It was a 3 hour journey among the hamlets where they lived. It was very emotional for me.  Cheers!