Change is in the air…Scotland Trip to be moved…

Hello, well I have a problem. This blog has too much stuff on it and it got too big when I was writing the Scotland trip last May and I was forced to increase the space for storage of my media and it ended up costing some bucks!

I plan to turn the trip to Scotland in May of 2018 into a PDF and update my page that I created at the top with the table of contents of the posts.  This will happen by the end of this year.

I might have to do that to a few of my other trips to Canada, we will see.

Meanwhile here is the link to my PAGE on this trip of the table of contents of the posts written, this is where you will find the PDF of the trip to Scotland, table of contents, pictures and links etc.

Clan Cameron Estate, privately owned

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A Tour of Scotland: Edinburgh to Amsterdam, Stranded in Amsterdam

We were up at 5:30 am and instantly started to get ready. I worked on my backpack and getting my stuff finalized. I also headed to breakfast and had just had a bowl of cereal and a horrible coffee. Their breakfast at the Holiday Inn Express had not improved since the beginning of the trip. Alan was packing slowly. I was encouraging him to speed up for we were running out of time. I started getting our luggage out into the lobby area while he finished up. I checked us out.

We waited about 5 minutes for the shuttle to come and climbed in. The shuttle took us on a tour of the park and apparently it just parks in one place at the airport and you get out. It took a bit to figure out where we needed to go to find KLM. They do not have their own desks and share it with Air France. The luggage was not overweight YIPPEE and they didn’t charge us for the extra bag. YIPPEE again! We were soon on our way to the gates. Getting through security was not too bad.

We boarded the plane by crossing the tarmac and climbing into the back end of the plane. We were soon settled in and on our way to Amsterdam. The flight was short about one and half hours. We did get coffee and juice drinks with a sponge cake treat.  We landed with a bump at the Amsterdam airport Schiphol and prepared to find our next flight.

Sometime during all these events Alan realized he didn’t have his hearing aids. So he contacted the Holiday Inn Express. He learned that they found them and would mail them back to him. They needed the address for he was not on the reservation being in my name.  He seemed to think he had left behind other things like his new Scottish cap. I had thought I had checked everything in the room and I think that the bedspread probably knocked the hearing aids off the night stand or something like that so I didn’t see them on the floor? The hat could have fallen behind the ironing board which was part of this clothes hanging area. The only thing was the hearing aids and they were found. We have had problems with forgetting items in the past, so we try to be thorough and this time we had not been.

We did not know our gate number till 8:20 am. So we had some coffee. After 8:20 am we headed to Gate D1 which turned out to be a customs thing and they asked a lot of questions. Then we had to go to gate D47. This means we ended up walking back and forth in the airport. Fortunately they have those moving walkways that help you out.

We settled in some chairs to wait for our flight. Oh NO! Things started to disintegrate at this time. They delayed the flight because of an air conditioning problem so we waited about 1 hour and then a little longer and they announced that the flight was cancelled and we needed to go to T6 for a transfer. I was getting more and more tired and hungrier our little shared sandwich had not been enough food.

Schihol is not small, it is a huge airport, busy and confusing.

Off we went looking for this transfer gate and it was packed with people from the flight. Some ladies from Delta pointed to T2 as an alternative and there was a line there too. That took a good hour or more waiting to get up to the counter. The Delta Attendant was very pleasant. She reminded me of Merle Oberon the famous actress. She first booked us into Atlanta to Seattle, but something happened and she discovered she could get us on the direct to Seattle flight the next day. So she fixed the booking for us on and put us into the same seats.

Unfortunately we were going to have to stay overnight in Amsterdam and I didn’t want to at all. She handed us shuttle tickets, hotel room stay tickets, and food vouchers to use in the airport, about 20 Euros.

We found some chairs to take a break and rest up after all that mess and standing waiting. About 20 minutes later we headed out to find the shuttle to the Hotel. This was Amsterdam and we didn’t realize it but we had to go through Customs! This took another 20 minutes to wander through the line of people. We spent about 3 minutes with the customs officer who seemed unhappy.

The first shuttle to the hotel was mobbed and Alan and I didn’t make it. So we waited for a second one to come and that took another 30 minutes.  Fortunately, we found a bench to rest on. It was the Valk Hotel Schiphol A4 that we were going to.

As we waited we chatted with others who had suffered the same flight cancellation. This couple had done a Viking Cruise so that was fun to learn about. The shuttle arrived and we climb on. The shuttle was really a huge bus. It took about 15 minutes to get to the hotel which was out in the country not near the airport at all. My husband said it was about 5 miles. I was impressed with the bus driver’s ability to manage the tight streets.

Reception desk

We again waited when we got in line for the hotel reception desk. The helpful receptionist put us into our room, gave us our keys and food voucher for dinner and breakfast. I suddenly realized we didn’t have our luggage, our clothes and things and some meds. They had kept our luggage at the airport. We headed out in search of our room which was down through the lobby, this long hallway to a lounge area next to the convention center of the hotel.  I had our instruction paper that read “Stranded Passengers” at the top in my hand. The receptionist came running and handed us 3 personal kits.  We then used the room key by placing it on the pad to open the doors to the hallway to our room.  This was a big hotel.

Our room the rug that looks like fake wood

The room was on the ground floor but it was really far away and took a while to get too. I was tired, hungry and unhappy. So everything was twice as difficult.

Our room was ultra-modern with a painting of Van Gogh looking at us. There were two single beds pushed together. A big window with a patio door covered most of one of the walls. Looking outside was a patio, grass and then construction. The rug looked like wooden boards. It had a Keurig like coffee maker but small.

We headed to dinner, which was passed the reception desk and so we had to retrace our steps and this is the hallway outside our room.

The Hallway

A lounging area along the way, by the conference center area

Another lounge area

We found the restaurant and the maitre de greeted us and said to find a table and help our selves. Something like “pop on in.” Their dinner was a buffet style which was good. I filled up my plate twice and got a free glass of wine from the nice waitress who took pity on me. Why do I get the feeling that this hotel has done this before? Help stranded passengers?

We had not eaten much all day thinking we would be getting on the plane, big mistake! I was really beyond sanity and that is not me.

The Buffet – a little fuzzy but you get the idea

The dining room had these huge vases filled with elaborate flowers. On one wall was a mural with flowers which seemed familiar?

Dining room at the hotel

I began to think that Valk was a painter and we later found out that was true. Once our tummies were full we headed back to the room and pretty much fell into bed.

We had a power problem and tried to figure out how to charge our electronics because this was Amsterdam and different than Scotland. We only had one piece that we could use among our electrical plugs that would work for their electrical current, so we had to charge our electronics, one at a time.


We were up about early and got ready for breakfast. We both tried to work the Keurig like coffee maker.  My hubby can be determined so he figured it out. The coffee packets were tiny about 1/2 the size of a Keurig. The coffee was okay. We just dithered in the room.

We eventually headed to breakfast and I took a table in the middle of the room this time so as to avoid the kitchen traffic. I had to pick and choose breakfast because things were a bit odd. I filled up my plate as much as possible so I wouldn’t have to walk back, I was still tired. I tried their coffee machine — Yuck! Hubby had a lot of fruit and then went back for the pastries.

We didn’t have much to pack because we didn’t have our luggage it was still at the airport. Alan decided to take the personal kits they had given us which contained toothbrushes, toothpaste and shaving kits and more. We cleaned up, packed our backpacks and were out the door with the small roller luggage that I had as carry on.

Me in the modern lounge standing on the European Continent

A Dutch painting behind the chandelier

I returned the key to the front desk and inquired about the shuttle at 10 am. It turned out it was right outside waiting.  We hurried and got on board. The bus left about 10 minutes later. That was a bit close.

They drive on the proper side — the right and out the window was flat land and what looked like hot houses. I saw a casino and a McDonald’s. I have now placed my feet on the European Continent four times. One time was Trieste and Rome years ago but this trip it was the Amsterdam Airport and the hotel.  I have always wanted to travel Europe but have not quite made it.

The shuttle dropped us off outside the main terminal. We had to walk past the taxi stand and other to get to the main terminal. We entered this huge room which was like an airplane hangar bay. It was  bustling with people, noise and more. It was overwhelming.

Amsterdam Airport – when we were there it was packed

Slowly Alan and I reasoned out what we needed to do reading signs and trying to stay out of people’s way. We headed to the D1 to D? signs and found an information booth and double checked with the attendant. She confirmed that we needed to follow the D1 signs,  head up the escalator to security and that we didn’t need to go and check in.

So we headed out and up the escalator to the next floor following the D1 sign and came to Security. This was very thorough and a bit intrusive to me and Alan physically. I don’t think I have every had anyone check my bra by swiping my front. I had to help Alan with my roller luggage because he didn’t know what was in it. He was busy with his backpack telling the security guard. This was not the nicest security experience. We had to go back down the escalator to the gates.

Once that was done we headed to D1 and did the questions all over again for US customs. We also learned that the flight was delayed 1 hour and that made us nervous. The man at customs gave us D49 as the gate. We sat down and rested after all that fuss.

Then we headed in the general direction of the gate and stopped at Starbucks and used or 20 Euros for nice cups of coffee, a sandwich for me and cheese thing for him. We leisurely ate our meal for it was now 12 noon. I was not going to make the same mistake again about food. Hubby wanted to use up the food voucher so he was pleased.

We arrived at the gate and I found us seats behind a glass area and hubby spotted a charging station and hooked up. He talked with the gate people and learned it was a different plane than the one the day before. That was a good sign that things were going well. I saw activity that assured me that they were preparing it for flight and the crew came and boarded.

I think we waited about 1 hour and then I saw signs of more activity that was looking like people were preparing to board. Hubby asked an employee what line we needed to be in. He turned and pointed to the line by the window and he would follow. I was almost to the doors to the ramp when he caught up with me and we boarded together. We found our seats which were just past first class on the left. We were settled in quickly and I took the window seat this time. I was checking out our progress to flight time on their screen in front of my seat.

Looking out the window and waiting to leave

Taxing past…

Continuing to taxi to the take off area

In the air over Amsterdam

In the air over Amsterdam etc.

We were on our way. The captain explained that we would have to taxi to the far side of the field and that was why the long time for boarding. The plane started to move and clapping erupted from behind us.  I watched out the window as we taxied on the field. He crossed two freeways to get to the flight take off area. There was cheering as we went out on the field for takeoff.  When the plane left the ground there was more cheering. We were all very happy travelers.

What a relief! We were on our way home and it would take 9 hours 54 minutes. Once in the air I decided to watch Cars3 and do a marathon of movies. I ended up including Hidden Figures, The Darkest Hour and Paddington2.  They were all different movies but by the 4th I was tiring of doing that and had a movie headache. Dinner was good I choose the Chicken Picante. I also had a glass of wine. People closed the windows of the plane and settled into to watch movies or sleep. The plane became quiet and dark. I dropped my magnifying glass on the side of my seat and Alan had to reach across me to retrieve it. I was using it to light up stuff so I could see in the dark rather than turn on the lamp above the seat. I tallied our customs list and it came to £199 pounds.

I don’t think either of us slept on the plane. I did the movies to keep me going. I spent the final hour just relaxing. It was great to see the land below and recognize Seattle between the clouds. I think I saw Mt. Baker peeking through the clouds but no other mountains. We came into SeaTac from the north to the south.

First stop was the restroom, then baggage claims, then customs which was very easy. There was a Beagle working his nose probably checking for drugs. He was very serious.

We ended up in the middle of the baggage claim level. Hubby’s son found us in an odd place from what he knew. He had parked the car so that was good. It was great to have him help with the luggage.

When we entered the house, I found Sneakers and Ebony were in the green chair and a little puzzled as to what all the noise and fuss was. It didn’t take long for them to be glad to see us.

We were home at last. THE END May 28, 2018

PS: I have a lot of research ideas and books to review as a result of this trip. We will see what comes out of it.

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A Tour of Scotland: Kelvingrove Museum, Glasgow & West of Scotland Society, Back to the Edinburgh Airport

I was awake early and took my time getting up. I washed my face and arms and grabbed my tablet to do some dithering.  Alan got up a while later. The alarm went off and we started getting ready for breakfast targeting 7:30 am. This was officially the last day in Scotland. We would fly out the next day.

We headed down taking the elevator, in The Argyll Hotel, to the bottom floor and into the restaurant which was all set up for the morning. We sat at the same little table and took our time eating our breakfast. An older couple was next to us this time and they were a bit grumpy.  The man who was the waiter was a lot calmer than the ladies the day before.  It was basically my last breakfast in Scotland so I ate up.

Back at the room we decided that we would go to the Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum.  So we packed up, checked out, and headed out to our car in the back alley of the hotel. I was still trying to clean up my mess. Alan had to open the window of the hotel room reach out and click the BMW doors open for me. I have no idea how he got that window open.

Kelvingrove Museum and Alan to the left in front

Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum is in this old ornate rectangular building that looks like it was a church before or some university. I think it was part of the expositions that were created in 1888 and 1903. It was not very far from our hotel and took just under 5 minutes to get there. Petunia (GPS) tried to take us to the front; but I knew there was parking and one way streets so we managed to find the entrance by following the signs. We did miss the turn and had to backtrack.

It is all modernized on the inside with gift shops and several cafes and a large gathering place with another cafe and a place for musical performances.

I went through the gift shop and was tempted by some jewelry that was my birthstone of  crystal. There was a bracelet and a necklace but I decided not to. One store had a mummy doll but it was a little young for our grandson.

We had a map so we went up some stairs and came upon a room with a display of stuffed animals which was very interesting because they were life-sized. I knew most of the animals, but not all, and was struck by their physical size. They had an elephant, tiger, huge giraffe, polar bear, sloth bear and so much more. The display about animals of the past was about the extinction of many species in Scotland and when they occurred. They don’t have wolves anymore because they were hunted to extinction in the country. Then it went back to older animals found in various locations in Scotland.

A nice collection of armor

A variety of Animals

I finally wandered into the Egyptian display which was about how to prepare you for your burial and death in the long ago Egyptian manner of mummification. It was done with some humor.  Mummification was very complex and you needed prepare yourself. It also explained the mummification process which is not really pretty. You needed many items to take with you on your journey to the afterlife. There was a wonderful sarcophagus and some references to Pharaohs like Ramses and Tutankhamun. There were several women mentioned but their names were hard to spell and pronounce.

At that time we took a break and found the cafe that was the larger one. Alan ordered coffee and a cake and I ordered a chicken caesar salad which I would not get till 12:00 noon. They have hours for their servings in many places. They have what they call cake and tea time. We came in on the cake and tea time and had to wait for lunch to start.  I think the waitress with the very soft voice misunderstood me and didn’t add the chicken so my salad was not quite what I expected. Apparently their version of a caesar salad is very different and the dressing creamier. It was good. Alan finished it for me.

We went up even more flights of stairs and wandered around looking at early Scotland even before Dalraida. There was mention of the Vikings and how they came to Scotland. The other room was about Scotland’s identity and they had more of the history of Scotland with Robert the Bruce, Robert Burns and other famous paintings that I have seen many times. This one is very well-known to me.

We were running out of time, so in the last room we did a speed walking version of French painters such as Van Gogh, Monet, Gauguin, and a lot more and some I didn’t recognize. This is an awesome museum and art gallery and we only saw a smidge of it.

It was time to move on and head to the Glasgow & West of Scotland Family History Society which was just a little further west. We couldn’t get Petunia (navigation) to recognize the name of the society so we put in its address 32 Mansfield Street, Glasgow and the car brought us to this funny street. I was confused and it took a few minutes to find the door to the society in between a Gaelic learning center and a hair salon.

Glasgow & West Scotland entrance

We figured out the parking with some help from the locals and waited. Do not park on the other side next to the park. Eventually, a man appeared and went in through the door. I began to realize that the buzzer was the way you get in. There was a sign saying that the buzzer didn’t work well so call them. Hubby called them and it was answered. A few minutes later we were greeted by this nice man who I believe is James. He showed us the way to the rooms down some stairs. So they are a bit tucked away and you wouldn’t know they were there. There was a park called Mansfield Park across the street and they had a soccer practice place and a small festival going on. There was a large tavern at the end of the closed street off street.

James directed us thru a door and down the stairs into the basement. We entered a large room with a desk to your right and a sign in sheet. James said I could use the research room even though I was not a member. I took time to sort of figure out their layout and wandered through their rooms looking at their stacks and books and pamphlets for sale. They also didn’t mind the photography. I found a lovely map book of Scotland and found the Rough Bounds and explained to James were we had been traveling.

This is how the room looks but not what was happening when we visited.

I started to explain my family to James, he didn’t recognize Beulowman. They asked what sources I was using online and gave me a new one to try FREECEN. Their images were supposed to be better than Ancestry.  James tried searching for John Barclay an also James McMurray at Family Search and he was not having an easy time. He thought that Margaret’s name might be Davidson.

They were very friendly and I joined for the £18 and bought a booklet on searching in Argyll. They served us tea and cookies and we had a good time chatting. Alan gave them money for the treats and a donation.

I asked if they knew an easy way to get onto the motorway and around Glasgow and James described how to do it. I was very comfortable at this society even though we didn’t stay very long.

James was very knowledgeable but I did have trouble understanding his thick Glasgow accent. He kindly accepted my stack of Family papers and a few flyers. We said goodbye and Alan and I headed out.  I did not set aside enough time for this place but their hours are odd and difficult to manage.  Darn, I forgot to take more pictures. I really was tired.

It was time to return to Edinburgh and the Holiday Inn Express by the airport.

We put into Petunia (navigation) the location of the Holiday Inn Express at the Airport. We took a deep breath and we pulled out of the parking spot on Mansfield Street and were soon driving up Argyll street and onto Sauchiehall. This was familiar territory so it was good.

We found the signage, James had told us about and followed it diligently and soon were on the motorway leading us to M8 and out of Glasgow. We kept to the right and just kept following the M8 sign boards through the city. Driving the freeway out of Glasgow turned out well and we were soon out in the country with Glasgow far behind us and Edinburgh in our future. I was relieved for it had been a lot easier to negotiate the highways then I had expected.

The countryside  was beautiful with green fields and houses scattered here and there. The road was a good road so we no longer had to struggle with the lack of a shoulder. Alan was leaning to the right a lot and I was trying to get him to just get in the middle of the lane. I saw green country side, businesses and lovely houses. We needed petrol so we looked for signs indicating services and found one.  When the turn came we got off the free way on the left which lead us to a great sized BP service area with a store and cafe in it. It was £70  for the full tank of gas. Which seems a lot but we had not had to fill this car up that much.  Alan also bought some of the cookies that the ladies had encouraged him to try.

Holiday Inn Express at the Edinburgh Airport

We headed out for our last leg with the BMW and soon switched to M9 and were on that for about 1.5 miles, a roundabout with two lanes, and then onto the Glasgow road. The road that we wanted to take had a closed sign. Alan took it anyway. A car was coming so he got out-of-the-way as fast as he could.  This was the back way to the Holiday Inn Express.

It was now time to empty the car and we just parked it right out front by the red zone. So we had to hurry up. We wanted to empty the car completely and Alan spent time checking here and there and under the seats to make sure we didn’t leave anything behind.

I went in to the hotel to register. This time we got room #028. It was a nicer room than the last one and closer to the dining area. It took about two trips to get all our stuff out of the car. I suggested that we park the car and take a short break before returning it to the car rental. I could see he was tired. He had done all the driving and he had done well, a few minutes would not make a difference but could help him to relax some.

I stopped at the desk and told the receptionist we had parked the car and would return it to the car rental it about 10 minutes and she was good with that. In about 20 minutes we headed back out to the car and tried to get Petunia to accept the Arnold Clark lot but it just would not recognize that name. It did recognize another name like PremAir and took us there. This car rental was not in the airport but south of the airport in an area close to the highway.

The gate to the Arnold Clark rental area was half closed but we pulled in any way and a young man greeted us and told us to park the car. The shuttle was sitting there and another young man said he would take us back to the Holiday Inn.

Alan signed something in the office after the attendant had reviewed the car. We think we might have scratched the hub cab some. Within minutes we were done. The attendant hopped into the BMW and took us back to the Holiday Inn with our rental car. He asked how she had done and we explained some of the navigation problems we had.  He listened and confirmed that the road from Glasgow to Edinburgh was new in the last several years so that is why Petunia (navigation) put us in a field as we were driving a long. I had opened Google Maps to assist us and to make sure we got back correctly.

The Arnold Clark person was zipping through the streets and we were back at the hotel in no time. We thanked him. This was great because it would have been difficult to get back to the hotel and complicated. The Scots are nice people.

Lobby and dining area Holiday Inn express

Back at the Holiday Inn Express we got some dinner. Alan ordered a steak sandwich and I got the salmon filet. I also got a glass of wine. You order at the bar for both drinks and food. It was a nice dinner. We both needed it.

It was time to repack everything and try to squish my purchases into the luggage. It took me about 2 hours to get it all packed and ready. Then I spent some time with the customs list of things that we have purchased before I went to bed. We set two alarms just in case for 5:30 am. We had to be at the Edinburgh Airport by 7:10 am and our flight was 9:10 am from Edinburgh to Amsterdam.

Bed time.

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A Tour of Scotland: The Mitchell Library, Exploring Glasgow…

We headed down to breakfast which was in the Sutherland Restaurant in the basement of the Argyll Hotel. The servers were scurrying around setting up the tables as we entered. Apparently the lobby breakfast room was being shut down for some reason.

Breakfast was great with scrambled eggs, sausage, cereal and coffee. It was a buffet so that made it easy for us to pick and choose. It took me a minute or two to find the plates for they were in this tall round metal container to keep them warm. In this restaurant they served the coffee from a pot not in the French presses. There was a family to my right and the young man was coughing really badly.

Returning to the room, I proceeded to get ready for the day, while hubby headed out to figure out if the car was safely parked.  He would also retrieve my small rolling luggage  which had my research. I found and read the hotel binder and it did state that there was a car park for the hotel. So he went down to ask about that at the reception desk.

Out our window at the Argyll Hotel

Someones towels were drying on the line

He returned and had moved the car to the limited parking behind the hotel. What a relief. The parking situation was resolved. We did not have to deal with the car till Saturday when we left for the Edinburgh Airport.

About 9:30 am I had my hubby call the Glasgow and West of Scotland Family History Society to get their hours confirmed. Google’s version and the hours on their website were different. They are closed today per their answering machine, but open tomorrow Saturday 2-4 pm.  I was checking because if the they were open on Friday, we would go there instead of the Mitchell Library which had more hours and longer ones.

I spent the morning organizing my research for today and the next. I cleaned up the itinerary information and all the maps and literature I have collected on this trip. I also did other chores and rested. My cold is over but a young man was coughing badly at breakfast so I have taken a Cold Eze.

Meanwhile, hubby figured out our walking route to the Mitchell Library It would take about 20 minutes. It was time to head out.

We passed these huge buildings which I think are called row houses because they are one long continuous piece, with individual sections that are represented by doors. Businesses are located inside these buildings and some are on the bottom or basement floor.  They look old and dirty. Some have driveways off of the street and parking. Some look like apartments. Glasgow is old, big and dirty, with lots of litter. Quite a few of the buildings had “For Let” signs. The sidewalk was a little scary and uneven so I did have to pay attention. We walked down Sauchiehall street to Granville and turned south and then east down Berkeley. The cars go fast and some streets are one way in this area. There was a man yelling at a lady and child, it was a bit weird.  Welcome to city life.

We came around the corner to the front of the library which has a big dome on the top. The front faces the freeway.

Mitchell Library, Glasgow

The Mitchell Library is in an older building with statues at various levels. I am sure that someone has written about the building and its history. We entered and the walls are marble and so is the floor. A nice man explained where I needed to go for family history.


We followed the signs and headed down the hall and turned right and went through some double doors. It took a while for us to find the Family History and Glasgow City Archives which are up on the 5th floor. I entered the Family History room and they redirected us back down the hall to the Glasgow City Archives.

Everything had been renovated and it seemed well thought out giving lots of room with seating and displays from the contents of the library.

I entered the archive room and went past a swing gate with an arrow and approached the lady sitting at the desk and explained I was from the States and needed to be oriented. She took a look at my list of weaver information from their website and told me I would have to use a locker. She gave me a coin and I went back into the lobby area and selected what I needed and put my bag into one of the lockers and carefully but the coin in the inside area and the locked it. I then put the key into my pocket and zipped. I have been known to lose locker keys.

I re-entered the archive room and filled in the form they wanted.  There was now another attendant who reviewed my list and handed me several books to take and look at. They are like table of contents of the collection of the weaver trade business.  I have reason to believe that my great grandparents John Barclay and Mary (maybe Davidson) were involved in the weaving business. She was the weaver and he was the carpenter.  There was a carpet factory in Enfield, CT (Thompsonville) and many Scotts came there to work from Glasgow and beyond? There is some evidence that they had been in Enfield.

I had a little trouble finding a place to sit down because the room was very busy and most of the large tables were taken. The room was filled with tables, people working, computers, bookcases, files and more.

Glasgow City Archives sort of looks like this

I sat down and started to go through the books and they were dated back to the 1600’s. It was the business of weavers house for Glasgow. I found the weaver section but didn’t see anything that looked like it would be helpful for the time frame of 1800 to 1850. The second book was a mistake. I also studied the Postal Directories but they don’t seem to go back further than 1890. I might have to check that. I wandered the room looked at other books on the shelves and noting the setup. I had emailed the Mitchel Library before coming because I wanted to access the catalog. I was told that since I was not a citizen or lived in Scotland I could not.

I decided that I didn’t have time to really dig in at the archives so I returned the books without telling her about the mistaken book.  She inquired about the information and I told her the time frame was not right and I just wanted to get an idea of what the papers contained. I thanked her and she said I could have the pencil.

I found my husband sitting in one of the chairs in the lobby and he was excited about the display case and some building that they had built-in the city.  This building was very tall and turned out to be a landmark for the Nazi’s to target the shipyards which were a mile north. They had to tear the building down.  I gathered my things and got my bag from the locker and headed to the Family History Room.

Family History Room, Mitchell Library

There was a bookcase filled with books in the main lobby area, just before the Family History Centre entrance, so I went through the titles and pulled several on Scottish Research. I found a table and began to review these books. There was no photography at all even for books.

I looked at several books about researching in Scotland one by a woman whose style I liked.  The Scottish Tree Detective, Rosemary Bigwood, Manchester University Press, 2006. Maybe a tad to old. It is available at Barnes & Noble and Amazon.

This book below kept showing up in various places throughout the room and I bought a copy from their gift shop. It had a chapter on DNA.

Scottish Genealogy, by Bruce Durie, 3rd Edition, this edition 2012, there are more recent editions like 2017.

A couple other books:

Discover Your Scottish Ancestry, Internet and Traditional, Graham S. Holton and Jack Winch, Edinburgh Press 2004? Amazon has a copies.

Tracing Your Scottish Ancestors, by Alan Maxwell, 2009, Pen & Sword.

I wandered the room looked at the filing cabinets and learning what they represented which included quite a large newspaper collection, census, maps and more.

I came upon their collection of emigration books down at the far end in the bookcases and pulled almost the whole section and reviewed those books. I have seen a lot of David Dobson books covering Canada, but he also has done a lot for various areas of Scotland. I even have a file on my Computer titled: WhyteDobson.  They did have some Donald Whyte’s books as well. He wrote the Dictionary of Scottish Emigrants to Canada etc.

  • Scots in the USA & Canada 1825-1900, David Dobson, Part 1, 2013, note Pt. 6. The one I have covers 1825 to 1875 but I do not have the title page. Grrrr….this implies 6 parts to this series of books. has Part 1 and 2.
  • Ships from Scotland to America 2011, 1628 to 1828 Vol. IV, David Dobson.
  • Scottish Highlanders on the Eve of 1755 to 1775 People of Argyll, David Dobson, Vol.2, Argyle & Northern Highlands, Part 1, Kingsborough Patent, NY.
  • Emigrants and Adventurers Aberdeen and NE Scotland, Part One, also Glasgow and West of Scotland by David Dobson.
  • Scottish Highlands Great Migration People of Inverness Eve of 1725 to 1775 Vol. 2, David Dobson Vol., 2, Vol. 1 1725 to 1775, the Norther Highlands, 1725 to 1775 Lots of these type of books in different volumes etc.

This man Bill Lawson has a website about the Hebrides that has a database covering his work, but I cannot access it for it is down at this time.  I hope not, I gave him some money, HA!

  • A Register of Emigrant Families from Western Isles of Scotland to Eastern Twp. and Quebec, Bill Lawson, Isle of Harris – Lots of McD’s Mid 1850’s.
  • Register of Emigrants 1750 to 1900 Vol. 3 Parish of Barrus, Isle of Lewis, South Uist, Benbecula, Isle of Harris, by Bill Lawson
  • Immigrants from Scotland to American 1774-1775, London Treasury, by Viola Root Cameron, Genealogy Publishing Co.

It was about 3 pm when I decided that trying to access the catalog would not happen. I suppose I should have asked about the possibility of a temporary password but I decided not too. I really don’t have enough information about John Barclay and Mary to know where to dig. I will have to figure out a different strategy.  I think it means hiring help. I returned the stack of books to the front desk as the librarian had asked me too.  I really liked this Family History Center at the Mitchell Library and highly recommended it.

Alan and I went in search of the cafe and gift shop. They were on the ground floor. We headed to the gift shop and I spotted one of the Scottish genealogy books for sale that I had seen in the research room and grabbed it. The one above by Durie. I also purchased another one they had. Rooted in Scotland, Getting to the Heart of Your Scottish Heritage, Cameron Taylor, 2017.  It was time to use up our Scottish money.

Gift Shop

We then went over to the cafe and got something that looked like a brownie but it was more like a rice krispie with thick chocolate on top, nice. I got the tea and cake while Alan got a filtered coffee. We relaxed in the modern glass like chairs and metal tables and I observed the people chatting and working together or just working on some project quietly. It was a very open, airy, modern style room. They had done a lot of renovating of this library and the building was very well done. This area that houses the large cafe and gift shop is part of the theatre area of the Mitchell Library.  I realize now that I should have explored more of the floors to see what the whole Mitchell Library was like.


Alan decided that we had enough time before dinner to go see George’s Square in the city. There was an information desk so I asked about taxis service and she gave me a phone number. Meanwhile, Alan downloaded the Uber app. The best area to do a pick up by taxi or Uber was out the door from the cafe and gift shop on Granville Street.

We left the library to the west through the glass doors.  The Uber app gave him the license plate and name of the driver and a description of the car. I had not taken a picture of the outside of the building so I turned and did this side which didn’t show the big dome but it did have lots of statues all the way to the top of the building.

Mitchell Library west side

Mitchell Library west side

Mitchell Library West Side

Entrance West Side Mitchell Library Glasgow

George’s Square is in the downtown area of the city. It is supposedly a historic square with old buildings and statues. The Uber driver took us there, weaving through the busy Glasgow traffic. It was a great way to see the city streets, stores and bustle of the place. He let us off right at the square. This driver had 1500 trips to his name, so he was experienced. Alan didn’t have to fuss with paying because it is all done automatically.  Our daughter-in-law would be proud.

The day was warm and sunny, so lots of people were gathered in the square. We headed to the east side and slowly wandered around the square, sitting on the benches, studying the buildings, reading the names on the statues: Peel, Sir Walter Scott,  Prince Edward and Queen Victoria, and other statutes on the corners which made it tough to photograph them. There were tons of pigeons and people were feeding them. The City Chambers building was huge, ornate with all kinds of different statues and friezes on it.

The northwest corner was having renovations done so there was a lot of destruction and rubble. You could see the outline of the train station?

This website looks like fun – Glasgow Daily Photo:

We made a complete circle around the square. There were taxis lined up on the north side  waiting for patrons. My hubby had forgotten the name of the restaurant that he had picked out for dinner. I found it on my cellphone. The name was Fanny Trollope’s. I think we were tired.

I headed to the first taxi and climbed in. The cabbie made his way down very busy city streets. There were old buildings and new buildings and a beautiful Church with spires which was the St. Columba Church of England. I spotted lots of shops that I could have spent a lot of money in.  It was a good thing I was in the cab.

The cabbie let us off on the left side of the street from the restaurant. We decided to try the corner.  You do have to be careful. One way streets are easier and they do have crosswalk buttons which are helpful.

Fanny Trollope A Bistro, Glasgow

The Fanny Trollope was a small bistro with maybe seats for about 25-39 people. There is a great story about Fanny, whom the bistro is named after.  She had quite the life.

We were greeted by a very handsome young man with dark curly hair. He was tall and buff. He was friendly and nice. I noticed that the accent in Glasgow was thicker and it was a little harder to understand. He got our drink order and food order. Alan had the lamb butt and I had a flank steak. The food was wonderful. I really liked my steak which was sliced and spread on top of broccolini and beans with a scalloped potato and a mini ox tail bowl with mashed potatoes and gravy. I ate almost all of it. We bought a bottle of South African wine which was pleasant.  We were celebrating our 13th Wedding Anniversary which was a few days away. Glasgow was a good place to celebrate.

There were silk prints, like Elton Bennett, on the wall and Alan figured out it was a Neil Gilles who was the artist. The colors were vibrant. The man seated across from me, commented on the print that he could see on the wall.

Silk Print

The other man who served us was shorter and really buff. He was very nice and took pity on me. The sun was in my eyes at the table seat by the window so he moved us over one table. Across the street there was a Subway, flower Shop, funeral home, and liquor store all in a row, one stop shopping…giggle.

Across from the Fanny Trollope

Our lovely dinner came to an end and we started walking toward our hotel along Argyll Street. We passed Mora our restaurant from the night before and Alan wanted to see if the young girl and older man were there or he was back with another young girl. Nope he was not there.

We were back at the hotel in no time and I decided to just get ready for bed and take care of business the next day.

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