Scottish Highland Clearances
connected to
My mother
joan king

Anderson/vaughn scottish clan
comes to america

Listening for the HEartbeat of god

John philip newell quotes from carmina gadelica


The reciter, Catherine Macphee, cottar, Aird Mhor, lochdar, Uist, said :

Many a thing I have seen in my own day and generation. Many a thing, O Mary Mother of the black sorrow ! I have seen the townships swept, and the big holdings being made of them, the people being driven out of the countryside to the streets of Glasgow and to the wilds of Canada, such of them as did not die of hunger and plague and smallpox while going across the ocean. I have seen the women putting the children in the carts which were being sent from Benbecula and the lochdar to Loch Boisdale, while their husbands lay bound in the pen and were weeping beside them, without power to give them a helping hand, though the women themselves were crying aloud and their little children wailing like to break their hearts, I have seen the big strong men, the champions of the countryside, the stalwarts of the world, being bound on Loch Boisdale quay and cast into the ship as would be done to a batch of horses or cattle in the boat, the bailiffs and the ground-officers and the constables and the policemen gathered behind them in pursuit of them. The God of life and He only knows all the loathsome work of men on that day. The women would be singing these verses at time of going to sleep. The people of that day were full of hymns and prayers, full of music and songs, full of joy and melody and innocent merriment. By the Book itself, you would not ask but to be hearing them, however long the night, however wild the weather, however miry the road, however dark the night going homeward. That was our school, and we had no other. There was but one school in South Uist between the Stack of Eriskay and the Isle of Floday, near forty miles' journey, with three ferries to make, three sounds to cross. That was very different from the children of to-day — a school at every door. But the people of that day were strong and healthy, active and industrious, in a way that those of to-day are not, whether men or women. They are not, my dear I myself draw your notice to that. A great change of life has come into the countryside — everyone observes that.

Margaret Nancy Anderson at 8 years of age, along with her family, was driven out of Scotland in the 1807. She was born on December 24, 1799, in Inverness, Inverness-shire, Scotland, her father, Angus, was 31, and her mother, Kathrine, was 29. She married James Michael Vaughn in 1818. They had nine children in 19 years. She died on May 16, 1879, in Elba, Alabama, having lived a long life of 79 years, and was buried in Geneva, Alabama.

She was my 3rd great-grandmother. She arrived in Nova Scotia when she was 8 years old and her brother John was born in North Carolina on their way to Florida. John "Big John" Anderson died on April 25, 1837, in Walton, Florida, when he was 30 years old, scalped and killed by Indians while herding cattle in the Gum Creek Area, Walton Co., Florida. It was the beginning of the Seminole Wars, two conflicts that devastated Florida’s Native American and African American communities.

One hundred years later, here is my mom, Joan King at Busch Gardens in Florida with my cousin, Linda Carpenter.

third and fourth generation scottish red heads


Aunt Inda started painting in her mid 50's. This is her painting of her and her sister, my mom, at Grayton Beach, Florida. Two Scottish red heads in their straw hats as children.