A few blogs back I said I would share more about my family. My mother’s name was Jacqueline Annette Urquhart. Her family came from Nova Scotia, Canada, moved to Massachusetts in the late 1800s. Jackie’s mother Arlene Lorraine Urquhart made her way from Massachusetts to Florida around 1939 when Jackie (Jacqueline) was born. Arlene’s father was Herbert Urquhart and his father was Daniel Urquhart and it was Daniel’s grandfather John who came from the Ross and Cromarty area of Scotland sometime in the later part of the 1700s. My father’s name was Harry McRae Jr. HIs father was Harry Sr. and his father and grandfather were Stephen McRae Jr. and Sr. Stephen’s father was Colon W. McRae whose father was from Scotland, also the Ross and Cromarty area, born in 1785. This side of my family came to America, North Carolina, around 1800. Eventually settled in Georgia and my grandfather Harry Sr. came to Florida around 1930. I was born in Florida in 1957. I was given up for adoption in 1958. My older brother Michael stayed with Jackie and my 2 younger siblings, Sherry and Steven, who were born after I was adopted, stayed together in foster care and were adopted together a few years later. All four of us have the same mother and father. I do not know why Jackie went on to have more children but I have thought that she may have sold me for the money. She was an alcoholic and a drug addict, possibly at this time but definitely later. My adoption was a “private” adoption. Harry, my father also was an alcoholic at one point in his life but sobered up later. I met all of them at one point or another as an adult. All are deceased except for Sherry and Steven.
This is a brief synopses of who and where I came from. I read a book yesterday, about events that happen in our lives that later seem to have a connection to something from our distant past. There are so many in my life but one that jumped out while I was writing this was that I went to college in North Carolina. I had chosen North Carolina as a place to live for no particular reason at the time. I wanted to leave Florida and North Carolina seemed like a good choice. I had gone to summer camp there as a child for a few summers. Once in NC I decided to go to college. I was 25 and had put it off for a few years. North Carolina seemed familiar to me. I was comfortable there from the beginning. Never gave it much thought. Places seemed familiar and comforting. Now, it seems I understand.
In the book I was reading, the author said that our ancestors are spirits that are always close to us, whether we see them or not. I think this is true. She, the author also said that often if we are heading down a path that may have unfortunate consequences for us, they will intervene in a known or unknown way to get us back on the right path. I also think this is true. I find it also very comforting to think that they are in some way guiding me. That’s not to say I haven’t made some terrible choices in my life, but somehow, I always got back on track. I think that I am being called by them to tell their story. And so I will. It might be in bits and pieces, but I will.