This post is about finding Ross ancestors in Tain in the Highlands of Scotland.
I’ve been on a mission to visit each of the eight Scandinavian and European villages of my immigrant great-grandparents. Our second trip was to Scotland last summer, where we first visited Dunnottar parish in Kincardine.
My Ross great-grandparents lived in at least seven places in Aberdeen, before they left for the United States in 1919. But eighteenth-century records had already pointed me to Tain, the seat of Clan Ross in the Highlands, 136 miles northeast of Aberdeen. And I’d wanted to go there ever since discovering a new genealogy friend nearby who just happens to be a leading light of Clan Ross America, and new cousins from Australia, who are generous and experienced researchers who’d been to Tain.
Ross Ancestors in Tain
Looking for Rosses in Ross-shire is like looking for the proverbial needle in a haystack. That is, you’re really looking for specific pieces of straw in multiple haystacks! Here is my embarrassment of riches, where three lines of Ross ancestors in Tain converge:
Getting to Tain
It felt like the 136 miles from Aberdeen took 100 years, possibly because of my death grip on that right-sided steering wheel as this American drove (too slowly) down the opposite side of the road. My husband served as navigator and lookout. And as I narrowly avoided dry-stone walls, innocent children, sheep, mothers with babies, and elderly persons, George couldn’t help gasping – like a man saved over and over again from a submarine at the bottom of the sea – at each close call.
And how nice are the Scots? Only one person, leaning out the window of his car, cherry-faced and hair whipping in the wind, shared choice and justified words with me when I started down exactly the wrong side of Tain’s High Street. The rest of the souls in that town were unsurprised that an American driver seemed intent on colliding head-on with them. Finally, we arrived at the Royal Tain Hotel, where we emerged from the car, spent and wan as death row inmates reprieved by a governor’s last-minute phone call. For dinner, I had Glenmorangie and a little haggis and George had haggis and a little Glemorangie – fixed us both right up.
Tain Through Time
Then I was off to the Tain Through Time museum and archives. As I passed through the street entrance (see featured image at top), it made me feel happy and fortunate to realize my heritage travel might not be as indulgent as I’d thought. To me, it’s really is a form of genealogy pilgrimage.
The Tain museum is the heart of the community.
I’d made an appointment with museum staff member Jason, who generously had reviewed some of my research before I arrived.
All morning visitors arrived at the museum, both local and from afar. A volunteer with homemade fudge (“Sell the old stuff first!”); two hopelessly confused Russian tourists; another volunteer bringing objects he’d unearthed near the bay for examination (and reminding me of a favorite show, The Detectorists); more visitors; a local man wanting help on his family tree, conveniently stored on one crumpled sheet in his pocket; backpackers; a person sharing decided opinions on UK immigration policies. Through it all, Jason juggled me and the stream of visitors with ease.
As I watched this community gathering place in action, California seemed very far away. How could I not begin to daydream about extended time in Tain, where I could volunteer my archival skills to the museum, become a detectorist, photograph some graveyards, swap jokes about Lowlanders, admire George in a kilt, participate in Hogmanay? An archivist/genealogist can dream anyway.
Which George Ross?
Of my many Ross ancestors in Tain, Jason focussed on my great-great-great grandfather George Ross, who was baptized in Tain on 22 Nov 1785. He was listed as a pensioner in his 1829 burial record, indicating military service, possibly in the Napoleonic Wars. His wounds must have been serious enough that he was pensioned and sent home by 1810, when he would have been 25. Between 1810 and 1817, George and his wife Christian Fraser had four known children, all born in Ross-shire. But what I believed to be my ggg-grandfather George Ross in the 42nd Regiment of the Foot was eliminated when Jason found that particular George Ross being awarded medals in 1840. Now a different George Ross serving in the 78th Regiment of the Foot looks promising. More research to do!
Tain the Town
Tain Through Time also does a splendid job documenting the history of Tain as a seaport, royal burgh, and police burgh. It is a surpassingly lovely place. That Tain is so interesting a place is no surprise.
Noted author Daniel Dafoe published his three-volume travel chronicle, Curious and Diverting Journies Thro’ the Whole Island of Great-Britain between 1724 and 1727. His impressions:
Here we found the Town of Tain, and some other Villages tollerably well inhabited, and some Trade also, occasioned principally by the Communication with the Western islands, and also by the Herring Fishing, the fishing boats from other parts often putting into these ports; for all their Coast is full of Loughs and Rivers, and other Openings which make very good Harbours of Shipping….
We could understand nothing on this Side of what the People said, any more than if we had been in Morocco; and all the Remedy we had was, that we found most of the Gentlemen spoke French, and some few spoke broad Scots; we found it also much for our convenience to make the common People believe we were French.
If you are fortunate enough to find yourself there (whether in search of Ross ancestors in Tain or not), do eat at Platform 1864, a restaurant with great food and wine and a staff to match. My other advice? If you’re from the U.S., take the train to Tain!
Next: More Highland travels finding Ross ancestors in Edderton and visiting Aberdeen’s Saint Peter’s Cemetery
Coming later this summer:
- My next heritage trip is to Austria and my great-grandfather’s hometown in the Alps outside Innsbruck
- And after that another genealogy pilgrimage to Poland to see my great-grandparents’ Posen and Pomeranian villages