Yesterday was my dad's birthday, and yesterday I wore a sweater that his mother Jean Grant McCloud made. I'm wearing it again today, in fact, because it's such an amazing sweater - like a coat of many colors, it is striped brown, gold, pink, blue, green, red, purple and so on. I have been reflecting on this woman who died before I could meet her, much less get to know her. And yet, in some of my characteristics, in a few traces on my face, I know that in small ways I am able to know her.
And as for our hard to trace McCloud ancestor of the 18th century, he may not have come from Londonderry after all. He lived in Londonderry, New Hampshire. It still doesn't rule out an Irish connection, but we are back to square one with him.
What? New Hampshire?! Why is he such a tricky bugger?
ReplyDeleteWylie fellows, those McCloud men! Hard to get a hold of (our own brother is not much different, eh?)
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