Welcome to Clan MacFarlane Worldwide!
If you're like the rest of us you have no doubt found yourself pondering your heritage. Maybe your interest was nurtured as a child or maybe it was just discovered. Either way, we're glad your interest has led you here and we invite you to become part of our worldwide, yet tight, community. Our goals are to educate, share, and take pride in our heritage.
We are MacFarlanes of all spelling variations, McGaws, Spruells, Robbs, Millers, Websters, Weavers, Blacks and many others. Together we form a organization that's kept by the strongest of bonds... family. We answer to the call Loch Sloy, we carry the arms of our forefathers, we preserve the heritage that is so uniquely yours and ours.
It is with your support that the heritage of Clan MacFarlane will continue to thrive for another 800 years. Please join today.
Mary Helen Haines ©2017
Texas was part of the Spanish Empire in the 1500s, but sparsely populated by Spaniards even as late as the 1800s. Virginia native Moses Austin proposed a scheme to the Spanish colonial government to recruit and settle families from the United States. Events in Europe provoked the colonials of New Spain to revolt and declare their independence in 1821; Texas was now part of Mexico.
Moses Austin passed away, but his son Stephen won approval to carry out his father’s plan and settled 300 families by 1824. These settlers were given land grants in two amounts: a sitio, 4428 acres for stock-raising, and a labor, 177 acres for farming. Among the “Old Three Hundred,” as they came to be known, were two McFarlans: Aechilles McFarlan (1 sitio in Brazoria County, and 1 and ½ labor in Waller County), and John McFarlan (1 ¼ sitio and 1 labor in Waller County), both on the Brazos River. There were also several Rabb families in Wharton, Ft. Bend, Fayette and Matagordo counties, as well as many Williams families. This land was rich bottomland along the lower Colorado and Brazos rivers, near modern-day Houston.
TWIGS TO TREES #39, JUNE 2020
Twigs to Trees
Mary Helen Haines
Please extend a welcome to Peter E. McFarland, our newest addition to the Genealogy team. I have known Peter since the beginning of CMW when we were working on his lineage, extending his Wilson County, Tennessee roots back to North Carolina. Since that time his DNA cousins have grown by leaps and bounds. When you read the June issue of Loch Sloy! look for the articles posted by Susan Kromer Hunt, whose husband Bill is a part of Peter’s line, as is Billy Eason McFarland, one of our current Directors. Ryan McFarland, another Director, is one of his DNA cousins. Please read his introduction on our genealogy page at https://www.clanmacfarlane.org/public_html/genealogy/getting-started.html
It is hard to know where to start….I was so looking forward to gathering in San Antonio, and then in Scotland this summer; however, we are all staying safe at home. When I was thinking about this quarterly column and what to write; it came to me in the middle of the night…does that happen to you also? I started thinking about the MacGregors and the MacFarlanes; two rival clans, like the Capulets and Montagues, and the Hatfields and McCoys.
Although they were rivals, they also collaborated, and sometimes intermarried. One of the places CMW visited in our 2014 trip to Scotland was the final resting place for one such couple: Duncan MacFarlane and his wife Katherine MacGregor on the Isle of Inchcailloch in Loch Lomond.
If all goes well, CMW will be visiting this site again in 2021. For those on the 2014 CMW trip, this can be a trip down memory lane. For those who will be traveling at some time in the future, this can be a preview of just one of the great MacFarlane sites to visit.
At the southern end of Loch Lomond is the Balmaha boatyard, currently owned by MacFarlanes who are descended from Duncan and Katherine. It is just a short boat ride to Inchcailloch and then to Inchfad, where Duncan and Katherine made their home.
This area is all a part of Buchanan Parish in Stirlingshire, where their records can be found. Just across the Loch is the town of Luss in Dumbartonshire.
Duncan MacFarlane was born about 1735 in Stirlingshire, and married Katherine MacGregor in 1756. Duncan and Katherine are in our database here: https://www.clanmacfarlanegenealogy.info/genealogy/TNGWebsite/getperson.php?personID=I9140&tree=CC
May - June Issue of the Scottish Banner
The latest issue of the Scottish Banner is now available for our paying members to enjoy.
Please Select the attachment link below to read. (for our paying members only.)
Mother's Day in the U.S. is this Sunday, the 10th of May
Mothering Sunday in the U.K. was the 22nd of March
They are hardly the same. In the U.S., we honor our Mothers and thank them for, well, just about everything. Flowers are usually in order, a meal out, and just generally a warm and fuzzy feel-good day for our Moms. Invented in 1907 by Anna Jarvis to honor her own mother, it took on larger proportions. By 1911, all states in the U.S. were celbrating Mother's Day. In 1914, Woodrow Wilson deemed it a national holiday, and by 1920 Hallmark ® was creating the lovely cards we have become accustomed to purchasing.
In the U.K., it appears it was originally a day where children who had left home, were allowed to go home again, or what was actually their "mother church." See: The Scotsman During the holiday, Lent fasting was relaxed in order to celebrate. (I know, if you have read any of my previous Diaspora, you would think... there she is talking about food again. Right. Not my intention this time.)
Over time, the location may be different, as well as the date, but the intention is still the same. We stop to honor our mothers. But this is 2020 and I loath to use the terminology that we have all come to associate with the coronavirus and how it has affected our lives. But there is no way to avoid it. Right now holidays are not the same. We have family members who have all but lost their means of income. Many might lose their homes. Families are separated. There is much to complain about. But I notice that most of us are not Eeyores. We are starting to see stories of those who refuse to give it all up.
And we have been there before. Whether the Depression, WWI, WWII, or more recent conflicts, many of us have given/lost much during our current predicament. So yes, these are tough times. We have been here before. So it is appropriate to share something I just received from one of our MacFarlane family.
Maxi Fitzjarrald, one of our founding members with Clan MacFarlane Worldwide, shared this with me last night. Although it was a birthday poem written by her father to her mother during a very sad time, it seemed fitting to share for Mother's Day. What follows is a moment of happiness shared then and now. And when you finish, whether or not it is Mother's Day, please remember your mom. Pick up the phone and talk to her, or write her an actual letter. Skype, email, or text her. But do this and remember that things will indeed get better, and sometimes, like right now, it really is just the thought that counts.
It was during hard times, similar to what we are considering hard times now. At that time, we were coming out of the depression and into World War II. Everyone was poor and did whatever it took to make a nickel.
My oldest brother was married and had a child and another on the way. My middle brother had joined the Army Air Corp and my youngest brother had joined the Navy Air Corp. Dad tried to enlist, but was too old, so he went away to work in the defense plant in Illiopolis, IL. He would be gone all week, renting a room in a private home there in Illiopolis, and come home for the weekend.
This letter was written October 5, 1942, by my Father in a letter to my Mother for her fiftieth birthday October 6, 1942.
The letter starts, “Dear Queen O My Heart.” It goes on to tell about his day and the other people that are renting rooms at the same home as he was. Then the letter continues….
“Well Honey child, there is no news, not even the dog died, so if I write it will just be to fill up space. Oh yes & tomorrow is your birthday and you will be fifty tomorrow.
“It was up in Minnesota in the country wild and free
There was a sweet maiden I used to go see
She was the sweetest girlie a man ever could see
I was twenty six and she was twenty three.
I courted her & won her just to be mine
Looking back thru the years it is not a very long time.
“But time goes along as we plainly can see,
For tomorrow she’s fifty & I’m fifty three.
She was fair as the lily & sweet as the rose,
& somehow I still love her where ever she goes.
“Sure she has changed a little, in her face a few wrinkles, in her hair a little grey
But her heart is warm & pure tho her hair is turning grey
& I want her to know I still love her in the same old loving way.
“So they say we are a lovin’ couple as you could ever see even if she is fifty & I’m fifty 3.
So tomorrow is her birthday and she is two & one half score.
Here I sit & wish her fully that many more,
here’s hoping fate will grant us to just go on together & many more good times to see
The double of this fifty and fifty 3.
“Just Read between the lines dear & u will read the rest. Love & xxxxoooo Dad”
Thank you dearest Maxi. We love your share.