Sepia Saturday 130 – daft women and their cats :-)

Thanks to Little Nell for babysitting us Sepia Saturday-ers while Alan loafs about drinking delicious beers on holiday with the GLW.  I’m sure Nell will do a marvellous job in his absence.

This week’s post is allied to Alan’s black and white photo of the legs of an embracing couple, with a (probably ginger ) cat stepping between them.

Anyone who even knows me vaguely will have realised that I am Cat Woman.  Not the glam one from the film, the bonkers old one with all the polythene bags who befriends stray kittens and wants to bring every unwanted cat in Europe home and look after it.  Yes, just like Brigitte Bardot, but with less tan :-)  As a child, living on a farm, we had our fair share of abandoned animals, but one cat made it his mission to become part of our family.  By the time I was 18 months old and toddling, I was feeding this cat, and after our old collie died, he appeared near the house.  Needless to say, he wheedled his way in, slept in front of the fire and lived to a ripe old age.  We never named him, as we always thought he would disappear one day, just as he had appeared, but he was still around for my 18th birthday.

Subsequent cat boarders were mainly of the “my landlord doesn’t allow pets, can you take him for a while?” type and it was a long time before I had a cat to call My Very Own.  I rescued Brian from a friend’s flat where the flatmates were being less than kind.  I didn’t like to leave him Home Alone so I used to stuff him down the front of my jacket and travel around Edinburgh with a large kitten buttoned into my top.  It was probably the highlight of my life, from the point of view of male attention :-)  I went to the ABC Cinema in Lothian Road in Edinburgh one night to see a double bill of “Life of Brian” and “Blazing Saddles”, and the kitty came with us.  He slept throughout the whole thing and was thus named Brian.  He had the run of several student pubs in Edinburgh and, even as a sizeable cat, still liked to travel in my jacket.  I remember being in a fish and chip shop in Fountainbridge one night when a man came in with a very agitated greyhound.  While I was waiting on my chips, the dog kept whining and trying to sniff at me, and the owner kept telling him to shut up.  One of them knew I had a large cat secreted about my person – a large cat who was also getting a wee bit annoyed.  I suppose  my scars don’t show much now, after all this time.

Fast forward to the year 2000 and I managed to find a litter of kittens and bagged two – the most inquisitive one, and the cutest one out of the litter.  The most inquisitive one went the way of all curious cats, and after he was 18 months old I never saw him again.  The cutest one, Bumble, is currently kipping on the bed :-)  Thankfully.  Here he is

When my partner, Adrian, and I got together, he was very blase about Bumble, and I was used to Bumble sleeping on the bed with me.  Where he BELONGED.  After a few grumbles from Adrian and nights where he shut the cat out of the bedroom (and the cat ripped chunks out of the carpet) Adrian finally accepted that he could either sleep in the cat basket in the hall on his own, or join me and Bumble in the bed.  It has been a happy tale ever since :-)


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Sepia Saturday 126

Alan and Kat have provided the inspiration this week by posting a group photo of a wedding on the Sepia Saturday blog, so I had a rummage in my archives and came up with another photo of Granny from Great Granny’s Album.

This one is particularly poignant as it shows Granny (on the right, being more sensible than usual) and her younger sister, Chrissie, (on the left) in their roles as bridesmaids to their older sister, Margaret.  Margaret married George Thom in Perth on 26 October 1935.  Granny would have been 26 and Chrissie would have been 22.  They both look a lot younger than that to me.  There has always been a striking resemblance between Granny and Auntie Chrissie  – they both had the same eyes, cheekbones and red hair, but seeing this photo is quite a revelation.  Back then it seems, Granny and Auntie Margaret had almost identical facial features – their eyebrows and smiles are  very similar in the photo.  We called Chrissie and Margaret “Auntie” because they were Dad’s aunties, but they were actually our Great Aunties.

Granny died when I was only 3, but I can remember visiting her a few times, and I remember Auntie Chrissie and Auntie Margaret well.  Auntie Chrissie never married, and was a sociable lady who attended the usual family functions with gusto until she was quite elderly.  She was also a great letter-writer and kept in touch with many members of the family via the Royal Mail.  Auntie Margaret was a typical Perthshire farmer’s wife and lived in a cold stone farmhouse which we visited a few times a year on the way to see other Perthshire farming relatives – usually Dad’s cousins.  One year, on the way to the annual raspberry-picking fest (eat your own weight in raspberries, which we did),  I was invited to stay overnight at Auntie Margaret’s house while the rest of my family went off to the final destination.  I’m guessing that I was about 5 or 6, and it seemed like a great idea at the time (they had a PIANO and a DOG – items which were on my Wish List) so it was agreed that I would stay the night with them.  When it came to bedtime, despite the hot water bottle, I was inconsolable – I bawled my eyes out for my Mum and Dad, and must have been a real pain in the butt to my hosts.  The dog tried to bite me every time I went into the kitchen, so I hung around in a corridor by the back door until Mum and Dad came to get me.  I never got to play the piano, either.  At that stage, I hadn’t had any lessons, but I wanted to tinker with it – I thought it couldn’t be that difficult.  I found out otherwise a few years later :-)

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RMS Titanic: and the young Scottish violinist played on…

As you will no doubt know, it’s the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic on Sunday 15th April.  1514 people lost their lives and 710 were rescued.  I was appalled to read that the lifeboats could only have taken a third of the ship’s passenger and crew capacity of 3547 people.   The law at the time stated that the number of lifeboats required should be calculated on the gross register tonnage of a ship, not her passenger capacity, which beggars belief.

I was particularly interested in the story of the 21 year old Scottish violinist, John “Jock” Law Hume, who bravely played on with his orchestra as the ship sank, and I decided to see what I could find out about him.  The orchestra were hired by C W and F N Black, a firm in Liverpool who provided musicians to the steamer companies.  The musicians were paid £6 10s a month plus a 10s monthly uniform allowance.

John Hume (first on the left) on Carmania - last photo taken of him, by kind permission of Yvonne Hume

John Hume (first on the left) on Carmania - last photo taken of him, by kind permission of Yvonne Hume

John was born on 9 August 1890 at 5 Nith Place, Dumfries.  His birth certificate notes his father as Andrew Hume, musician, and his mother as Grace Hume, maiden surname Law.  It also notes that John’s parents were married in July 1887 in Glasgow.  Andrew registered his son’s birth in Dumfries on 22 August 1890.

Andrew is listed in various Census returns as a musician, music teacher and violin maker.

During further research I discovered that John was engaged to Mary Catherine Costin, a glove factory worker, before he left on his final voyage.

John’s body was recovered by the Cable Ship, the Mackay Bennett, and along with many of the others who lost their lives, he was buried at Fairview Cemetery, Halifax, Nova Scotia on 8 May 1912.  Yvonne Hume, John’s great niece told me that he was buried, unidentified, and given the grave number 193.  It was on 16th July that John’s body was identified from photographs sent to ‘White Star’ by Yvonne’s great grandfather Andrew, his name was then added to the grave.  This was the one and only reason that John’s body was not brought back to Scotland.

Six months after the sinking, Mary gave birth to a daughter, Johnann Hume Costin, on 18 October 1912 in Dumfries.  Being a single parent with no means of support, she applied to the Titanic Relief Fund for financial assistance, but was told that she had to first prove that John was Johnann’s father.   She managed to provide evidence which satisfied the board and was issued with £67 and a small weekly allowance.  I wonder if John ever knew that Mary was expecting his child.

Andrew must have been suffering greatly, having lost his wife, Grace, in 1906, then  John’s untimely tragic death, after which he received this staggering note from John’s employers on 30 April 1912:

“Dear Sir:
We shall be obliged if you will remit us the sum of 5s. 4d., which is owing to us as per enclosed statement. We shall also be obliged if you will settle the enclosed uniform account.
Yours faithfully,
C.W. & F.N. Black”

Needless to say he declined to pay, and astonishingly, it also appears that John’s wages were docked as he did not complete the journey.  How mind-numbingly insensitive to a grieving family.

Andrew moved from Scotland to England in 1915 and set up a violin shop and workshop in London, where he died in 1934.

While researching for this post, I made contact with Yvonne Hume, who is John’s great niece.  She has carried out extensive research on John, both here in Scotland and in Nova Scotia, and has written a book “R M S Titanic The First Violin” about John and his family.    Yvonne kindly provided the photograph of John and his fellow band members aboard “The Carmania” – the last picture taken of him.

National Records of Scotland are holding an exhibition showing documents relating to some of the Scots who lost their lives, including John.  The free display runs from 16 April to late May in the Dome at New Register House in Edinburgh.

I found some interesting facts about the Titanic, such as they needed 75,000lbs of fresh meat and 40,000 eggs on their provision list.  You can find a lot of information at Encylopedia Titanica, including stories of the passengers and crew.


PS:  I haven’t seen the film – after I found out that they had taken “artistic licence” and shown William Murdoch having committed suicide, which he didn’t, I couldn’t bring myself to watch it.  It then became a work of fiction, as far as I was concerned.

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Sepia Saturday – Library

The inspiration for this week’s Sepia Saturday post is “Library”.  I’m not a big borrower of books for casual reading,  but I AM a huge fan of reference libraries – the ones where you can go and look up all sorts of weird and wonderful facts.  I know, it all sounds horribly dull, but really it isn’t.  Honestly :-)

Near to where I live, we have lots of exciting places to look up interesting stuff, the Loanhead Archives Centre is a mine of information on Midlothian ancestors, although housed in a rather uninspiring 1960’s building and now bursting to overflowing.

East Lothian Archives Centre moved at the end of March to a fabulous new building in Haddington, the John Gray Centre – very “old building meets steel and glass” and bears absolutely no comparison the their previous billet.  It was requiring modernisation and updating, shall we say :-)  Now they are state of the art!

There is also the rather posh National Library of Scotland, which has an amazing amount of original manuscripts and obscure records…

My most-used “library” is a series of rather ordinary book cases containing very valuable, and often one-off unpublished books relating to Scottish genealogy.  Unfortunately, I don’t have a photo of the book cases because they are so ordinary that it never occurred to me to take one, however they are housed in the Dundas Search Room of New Register House in Edinburgh.  When you visit Register House, you are led through a series of search rooms, where members of the public can research their family histories and professional Scottish genealogists work.  The first room that you come to is known as the “Adam Room” on account of the fabulous Adam design.

I asked permission to lie on the newly-laid plush carpet and take a photo with my phone (and it was laughingly granted) so I did.  If you don’t ask, you don’t get, as my Granny used to say.  Yes, they all laughed at me :-)

You can read more about the historical Adam Dome if you wish, but I warn you, if you are ever in Edinburgh and fancy tracing your family history, the ceiling will be a major distraction.  Here are a few more photos I took on my phone (the poor quality is due to me holding a cup of coffee and a slice of cake as well as the phone) during the launch of the 1911 Census – the reception was held in the Adam Dome and the staff dressed up in period costume.  Not in the least bit stuffy!

Sheila – our Blue Lady – check out all the Registers in the bookshelves, they go around the entire circular room.

Linda, Blair and Susan all out of uniform and togged up in period gear :-)

And finally, the statue of King George III set in an alcove, which creeps me out because if you are the last to leave and the emergency lighting is on (or it is winter and there is a full moon coming through the dome) he glows in the dark.  He was found during renovations in a rather sorry state, blackened and covered in a green lichen growth.  He was sculpted in alabaster by the niece of the first Registrar General for Scotland and first placed in position in 1791.

I always say goodnight to him to keep on his good side.  Check out other Saturday Sepians’ interpretations of “Library”, and come and join in if you feel inspired, there is a new theme every week, and your photos don’t have to be sepia.


PS:  For a Scottish Library blog with a HUGE sense of humour, check out Orkney Library and Archives Blog.  I defy you not to subscribe – so funny!

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Sepia Saturday 119 – Work

This week’s Sepia Saturday theme is Work.  Whatever interpretation of work you wish to write about.  Here’s mine…

I previously posted some photos of Douglas and Elsie glammed-up (I still haven’t got over the black lace Madonna-style evening gloves) for various nights out, and I think I have identified what one of the occasions may have been.  I found this photo of Douglas (front row, 4th from left) and a group of similarly professional-looking gentlemen

and typed on the back is “BMC Conference 21/23 Feb 1967″.  Ah!  Light bulb moment – BMC stands for British Motor Corporation, and Douglas was managing a car dealership at the time.  BMC produced a wide range of cars including Austin, Morris, MG and Austin-Healey, which explains why I have this in my possession

and I can just imagine Elsie powdering her nose with Douglas’s freebie promotional products provided by MG.  Although, I’d rather I had this

AND she used the entire powder compact and didn’t replaced it with a refill.  Perhaps another new one came along?

Douglas, on the other hand, was also the recipient of some corporate gifts

I only found one of these in Elsie’s sewing box, and I’m sure Douglas was originally  presented with two cufflinks, but given the battered and abused state of her sewing box, I’m not surprised that only one could be found and was saved in case the other one turned up.   Here’s a picture of a Riley Elf – Elsie had one, and so did her sister, Jan.

Due to the blurring in this picture, I suspect Jan was driving.  She used to meet up with her “ladies” for lunch in Dairsie several times a week, and a few sherries were consumed before heading for home.  Jan never paid extra for the option of a radio in her car, as she enjoyed singing loudly while driving, and would happily sing while “…overtaking the  pantechnicons…”   It’s a wonder that she lived as long as she did :-)

Now, Hi Ho, Hi Ho, It’s off to Work we go – check out what the other Sepia Saturday posters came up with on the subject :-)


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Seeking relatives of a Canadian pilot killed in WWII crash – Part 2

As per my last post, I’m still appealing for help in tracing living relatives of Flt Lt Donald Banbury Douglas, a young Canadian airman who died in a plane crash while on a test flight in Banffshire, Scotland in 1945.  Craig Anderson is planning to erect a memorial to Donald and the Scottish leading aircraftman who was also in the plane, G P Robbins, and would like to make contact with their relatives.  Having found a collection of documents and photos relating to Donald on the Veterans Affairs Canada website, I emailed them to ask permission to post a picture of him.

I then received several emails and documents from the archivist at the High School that Donald attended in Toronto. Forty young men from the same school died in WWII and the school commemorates them in a Memorial Book.  (Photo reproduced from the Memorial Book of Lawrence Park Collegiate in Toronto, Ontario with kind permission of R Whitehouse).  Capt Whitehouse was able to tell me that Donald was the only son in the family, and Craig had information to say that Donald’s mum, Lela Douglas, maiden surname Banbury, was part of the Knowles family from Aurora, Ontario.  I wonder if Donald had any sisters?

I appealed to the genealogy blogging community and my Facebook and Twitter followers to spread the word about this appeal (thanks, guys, please keep going!) and a comment was posted by Lorraine on Part 1, pointing me in the direction of Canada 411, a directory site.  It shows that there are 5 Knowles families in Aurora, and a LOT of Douglas families in Edmonton, so it will be more efficient to contact the Knowles families first.

Adrian left a comment saying “there is only six degrees of separation between everyone on the planet so if lots of people share this request on their Facebook page, the relatives will be found”.

Thank you, and please share using your preferred method of social media – there’s a nice selection of buttons below!


On the Veterans Affairs Canada website, you can view documents about the accident and very moving correspondence to and from Donald’s father, Walter Douglas.  These documents can be accessed in person – File RG24 (War Dead) Volume 27404,  in Ottawa, Canada, with the exception of the photo above.

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Canadian pilot killed in WWII crash – appeal for genealogy help please

Some of you will remember that I posted this time last year about Granny’s younger  brother, James, who was in the RAF and went missing during WWII.  Last week I was reading the Scottish Military Research Group’s blog post about an appeal for information on the two airmen (one Scot and one Canadian) killed in a WWII plane crash in Banff.

This is a pretty long post, and probably only relevant to those who live in, or have relatives in Aurora, Ontario, or have a particular interest in WWII RAF airmen, but please bear with me if you do :-)  I know how generous the genealogy blogging community is, and I have seen what great results others have had, so I thought this was worth a go.

For the past three years, Craig Anderson has been making plans to erect a memorial to these two airmen at the crash site, and he would like to make contact with their relatives before the unveiling ceremony, but he has run into difficulty with tracing relatives in Canada.  He wrote to the “Edmonton Journal” asking for help in tracing Donald’s living relatives.  Craig’s letter reads

“For the last three years, I have been researching a Second World War crash site in Banff, Scotland, where an RCAF pilot lost his life. The pilot was Donald Banbury Douglas, of Belleville, Ont. He was the only son of Walter and Lela Douglas (maiden name Banbury), who moved to Belleville from Edmonton prior to the war. Walter Douglas worked on the railway.

Later this year, I plan to place a memorial stone at the crash site and hold a short service in honour of this pilot. I am trying to contact any relatives of the family and would appreciate any assistance readers can offer.

Donald Douglas was a hero who had almost finished his tour of duty when this un-fortunate accident occurred. It is my duty to tell his story and finally build a memorial for future generations to remember him.”

Having fairly recently discovered that Granny had a brother I knew nothing of, and that, as a young newly-married man, his plane had been lost without trace in February 1941, I was very moved to read about Craig’s endeavours to keep the memory of these other two young men alive.  He feels strongly that they should be remembered, and I felt compelled to offer to help Craig if I could.

Now, I can do the genealogy research on the Scottish leading aircraftman – Gerard Patrick Robbins (born in 1912 in Dundee, the son of Patrick Robbins and Isabella McGinnis or Martin), but Craig needs help with the Canadian research on Donald’s relatives.    I found four trees on Ancestry which show Donald’s parents, although none mention Donald directly.  I messaged all four tree owners last Wednesday (22nd March), but I’ve not had any responses yet.  Fingers crossed!

I found several documents and photos relating to Donald on the Veterans Affairs Canada great website, but as it’s a weekend, I haven’t had a reply to my request for permission to share their photo of him with you.  Go and have a look – he’s very dashing :-)

Craig had contact on Thursday from relatives of Donald, but they had only known of him when he was young.  They pointed him in the direction of Aurora near Toronto for Donald’s mum’s side of the family.  She came from the Knowles family who were prominent in the town.

If you think you may be related to Donald, or can help Craig by spreading the word that he is on the look out for Donald’s living relations, I’d be really grateful if you would share this post.

All heroes deserve to be remembered :-)

Thank you, if you made it to the bottom of this long post – you can contact Craig by leaving a wee message as a comment – he says he’s away this weekend, so I don’t have his permission to publicly post his email address (but it’s published in the text of his letter to the Edmonton Journal above, just remove the extra hyphen).

I’ll do a Part Two, as and when we get more details, and update you on my research on the fitter, Gerard Robbins, but I won’t post any details relating to people who are still living without their written permission.  Please share and make sure that Donald and Gerard are appropriately remembered, and hope that their relatives will find out about Craig’s mission.

Read Part 2 for a progress report.


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