It's not blogging
fatigue. It's more like research fatigue. With other interests taking
precedence. Make that other preoccupations.
Then Scotland's
People informed me that my credits were about to expire. Stir
yourself, I said. Where did those Frasers and McIntyres and McKenzies
and Dougalls come from?
Some time ago I hit
my personal brick wall with the wild explosion and correlation of DNA
evidence. I watch proceedings of the MacFadyen DNA Project and the
Isle of Coll DNA studies. Thanks be to those who understand
chromosome segments (and all that) and diligently report to the few
of us pathetic fogeys. Could be that my Neanderthal cells have
surged, overpowering what's left of my unfocused brain.
My to-do pile grew
into three foot-high stacks. For variety, the genealogy notes are
mingled with scarcely decipherable travel journals, medication
printouts from the pharmacy, photographs to scan, sketches for
furniture rearranging, memos about meetings, and physiotherapy sheets
of stick figures demonstrating painful positions. Momentary thoughts
of de-cluttering the filing cabinet cross my cluttered mind.
Searching for the
origins of one Fraser line have narrowed to two parishes in western
Inverness-shire: Kiltarlity and Kirkhill. I'm sure the reason for
this decision will become clear when I spend more time upright
instead of performing all those supine exercises. And pursuing trial
courses of painkillers.
I don't expect my
John Fraser's daddy had enough worldly goods or estate to leave a
testament in Inverness Commissary Court that would mention his son in
the colonies but it should be fun trying to correlate a few wills
with the transcribed burial stones.
Hold on, Scotland's
People ... don't give up on me yet. Pass the codeine, please. It's
been a Lousy Year.
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2018
Brenda Dougall Merriman
