I Knew It!!!
I knew that somehow, somewhere I had to have a Scottish ancester or ancestress. My father's name is Welsh (and I was so happy to find that we were not English--LOL) . But my mon's name was an Anglocized Schmidt-- Smith: German through and through as far as I could see. But today as I was visiting her, she read me a letter sent years ago by one of her cousins and very recently recovered from lost storage. It was the beginning of a family history of her and my mother's grandfather.
It turns out that as a young man, my great-grandfather was a cowboy and farmhand for a family named Grames. He liked the job so well, great grandfather married the farmer's daughter, Mary. Seems that Grames is a variation of Graham. I am not exactly sure yet as to what place of origin in Scotland her family lived, but it is a start. I also know that one my maternal great aunts married a MacKenzie. So I am kind of, sort of, maybe if I stretch it related to the MacKenzies by marriage.
Anyway, it seems that I now do not have to have any better reason to wear a kilt. I do not yet know what the Graham tartan is, but I will have to find out. ith:
Hope all of you have a great week. My first kilt, USAKilts' Celtic Nations, is on its way. Yipppeeee!!!!!!!
Tom
"Life may have its problems, but it is the best thing they have come up with so far." Neil Simon, Last of the Red Hot Lovers, Act 3. "Ob la di, Ob la da. Life goes on. Braaa. La la how the life goes on." Beatles
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