Peace to all in this house…
I’m using Eideard, my ancient name, for this blog. When my great-great-grandfather, Black Duncan, his wife and children, Annie Morrison, Roderick, Duncan and Innocence, came to this continent, only the head of clan or sept was called by the family name. Black Duncan was “The Campbell” back on the Isle of South Uist. Otherwise, he was Duncan na Banh.
Most Campbells from South Uist came to PEI, Canada in the hold of a slave ship. Not being a profitable cargo like slaves, they were not treated “as well”. Of the 1600 or so, taken from the island in the summer of 1851, fewer than half were alive for the next summer solstice. Even after being taken in by folks from an earlier, smaller voluntary emigration in 1801.
Saying all that, as important as my identification with the Highlands has been all my life – I’m still someone whose search for knowledge is driven by science. All the questions of nature and nurture as the most dynamic of dialectics apply. Throw in DNA from Italy, Middle Europe – and the original trek out of Africa to the steppes of central Asia before my father’s forebears landed in the Highlands and Islands of Scotland – and even the name of Celtic is broadly enmeshed in the fabric of more than one continent or region.