Tall Tales from the Trees

My cousin Mabel Gurney graduated from Edinburgh University’s school of medicine in 1903, an early woman doctor following in the footste...

“Chum” isn’t a word you see in print very often. But there it is in the Ayrshire Post’s report of the funeral of Hugh Piper, my grandmo...

I began this blog as a way of preserving my family history research for a time when my young nephews and nieces became interested in it...

In a terrific example of sucking up to the local gentry, my 3x great grandfather William Reid named at least two and arguably four of his ...

Most of my paternal ancestors are elsewhere – if not actually overseas, then certainly in corners of the United Kingdom not immediately ac...

I was lucky enough to visit Toronto on a couple of occasions in the 1980s when I was the stage manager for a Scottish theatre company. On b...

I have precious little to brag about in my family tree when it comes to sporting achievement. But, clutching at straws, I can claim a great...

I couldn’t help but notice after my recent blogpost that not one but two of my ancestors have had their whisky premises bombed out of exist...