Okay, I am finally going to ‘fess up to my genealogical madness. I want Scottish roots! Yes, really, that is probably the main reason I started my search in 1993 – I love everything about Scotland.
In fact, the header bar of my blog is from a picture I took from a cemetery on the south side of Loch Ness in Scotland last year.
Have I found any Scottish ancestors? No, not for certain, but I have a couple I think are of Scottish heritage, but as yet I have no proof. I have one great-great-great-grandfather I am obsessed with, Joseph McDonald Scott. Sounds Scottish, right? His father comes through Tennessee from North Carolina and may or may not be descended from Cherokee Indians. Sigh....
There are a couple more ancestors of interest, but so far nothing has panned out, but while undertaking this crazy, mad search, along the way I have discovered a lot of important things; one being that I come from a long line of hard-working, family-loving people. The second is that most of my people have been in this country for a long time, most of them dating back well before the American Revolution. The third is that I really love genealogy; I love the hunt and the excitement when I discover a new clue or fact about these elusive ancestors. Getting a genealogical document, like a death certificate, land document or will, makes my heart beat faster.
What could possibly add to my madness? Last year – finally - my dear husband Jim took me to Scotland for twelve days – I was in heaven. I felt like I had come home at last. The Scottish Highlands including the Isle of Skye are the most beautiful places I have ever seen! My husband, who hates to travel, had the most wonderful time, and felt a connection to this beautiful country as well. About six months after we came home, I decided to research his family history, after many years of talking about it. I discovered so much information about his family in Pennsylvania and Trenton, NJ as I have discussed in my other blog, Rogers Family History.
Have you figured out where I'm going with this yet? I discovered, written in a bio about his great-uncle, that Jim’s great-great-great grandfather, Jonathan Rogers, came to the United States from Scotland between 1790 and 1824!! I have not yet been able to substantiate this fact, but my husband enjoys adding to my madness daily by crowing about his “Scottishness.” The rat!