An elementary school project started me on pride in who I was and where I came from.
I wrote up my family tree, but only to my grandparents on both sides.
I learned the family motto Glory is the reward of valour
AND made the slogan mine Fierce when Roused
I begged for a clan kilt
Developed my list of special treats
And at age 29 (pregnant with my second child) I discovered I wasn't a Robertson by birth NOR by marriage ... I was UKRAINIAN on that side - from Austria (how's that for confusing) my grandfather had changed his name and decided Robertson was the one he wanted. Hence that is the name on my birth certificate and my father before me.
By 30 years of age I realized that I had no idea who I was or where I came from and my journey to find where exactly I fit in my own genealogical story came about.
I will confess to still eating those candies - in fact the photo above was taken by me of the bag I am almost finished. I would probably still be eating the jam, but my mother makes me homemade so rarely do I have to buy it. I love all plaid so didn't have to exactly give up my love of the Robertson plaid. I want to learn to play the bagpipes as my Great Grandfather Thomas Thomson did. My mother was born Graham. I have lost the Robertson heritage, but not my Scottish heritage.
Heritage is funny that way - you can just switch to the other side of the family when you really want something to fit! AND in hindsight I always knew who I was, but maybe the route to arrive where I am was slightly off my previous belief system.
You can't pick your family you know!
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