I love history. Especially family history. I’ve been working on our family history (mostly my paternal grandmother’s line) on and off for about 20 years. It all started with Gram’s stories about John Allan (my 7th ggreatfather).
If I could have one wish, it would be to be able to go back in time and meet my ancestors. When I was stationed at NSA I used to take weekends and head to D.C. to do research in the Library of Congress and National Archives. I have to say the help of the internet and sites like Ancestry.com sure make life a lot easier.
You might remember my find that I’m the direct descendant of many of the Mayflower passengers. That was a shocker. Even more so when I found out Gram knew it but never told me. She only ever talked about our Scottish Heritage. She was very proud of it. My ancestor of choice for the last year has been Gram’s grandmother, Margaret E. Fraser Campbell. She came to America in 1882 and was married to Lemuel Saunders Campbell in Boston in 1885. After the 1920 census I couldn’t find them and it really bothered me. I looked everywhere. I knew they both immigrated from Nova Scotia. I met a 3rd cousin by way of Lemuel once removed through Ancestry.com. His his ancestor is Lemuel’s brother. He gave me a bunch of church records including Lemuel’s parent’s marriage record from a church in Bear River, Nova Scotia.
Anyway, I was talking to my aunt a few months ago and mentioned my obsession with Margaret. She surprised me by telling me that they had lived in the Ossipee area. When we went up over Christmas I asked my grandfather about it and he drew me a map. Dan, the boys and I set off to find it. This is the beautiful house that my 3xgreatgrandparents lived in:
On the map Gramps also showed me where a couple of Margaret’s relatives lived! As soon as I got home I went looking through the 1930 census. Finally. I found the missing link to connect Margaret to the John and Ellen Fraser in the 1891 Canadian Census that I thought might be her parents. One of the relatives Gramps led me to was Margaret’s youngest sister, Marion. Marion was the key I needed to link everything together. They were from McLennan Mountain in Pictou, Nova Scotia.
Here’s the mind blower. I started researching the area and found out that McLennan Mountain had only been founded a few years before John Fraser was born. Three Fraser came to Nova Scotia just a few years before John’s birth and started the Presbyterian Church there. Now… get this. The brothers came to Nova Scotia from THE ISLE OF MULL!! I’ve been there! Not once but TWICE!! What are the odds?! Is it any wonder I teared up every time we had to leave Scotland? I definintely bleed plaid. I’d definitely like the weave the tartans of Clans Campbell and Fraser.
Speaking of weaving, I played with the loom last weekend. Here’s my first sampler. I still need to finish it but I think I’m ready to move on to towels now.