It is hard to over stress the need to learn the history of the the home lands, towns and cities. The societal fabric surrounding our ancestors lives heavily influenced their personalities and events in their lives.
Many of my ancestors lived in Moray, northern Scotland.
According to one of the stories I’ve found in Moray, a new bride suffered a difficult first day of marriage and later on the day of her burial.
The History of the Province of Moray states: “It may be worthy of note that, within the kirkyard of Gartly, lie the ashes of a female, who according to local story, was lost by her husband on the day of her marriage, and her remains were forgotten by him upon that of her funeral!
A well-to-do farmer in Gartly was married at a considerable distance from his own residence; and, when the bride left her father’s for her new home in Gartly, she was placed, as was then the custom, upon the pillion behind the bridegroom. When the bridegroom arrived at his house, he called upon the friends who had assembled to welcome the pair home to “Take doun the guidwife!” “There’s nae guidwife there!” was the reply, to which the bridegroom, after a short pause, answered – “I’ll wager you was her ‘at gaed kloit I’ the burn o’ Ajl’ Rayne!” Messengers were dispatched in quest of the lost bride, who was found in the locality indicated by the bridegroom, drying her garments by the side of “a blazin’ ingle!”
When the woman died later in life, the funeral procession was some distance upon the road to the kirkyard, the widower suddenly called out, “Stop, stop, sirs!” “There’s a mistak’ here!” Strange to say, the remains of his wife had been forgot to be placed into the cart (there being but few hearses in those days), in which they were to be conveyed to their last resting place.
The procession returned to the farmers home to retrieve the remains of his wife and this time successfully transported her to the kirkyard for burial.
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