From the Shores of Morar to the Estrella

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This is the tale of Scotchmen who came from the Highlands to theNew World
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Words: 85,100
Language: English
ISBN: 9781465886859
About William Norin

I am a third generation Californian and I am 83 years old. My favorite hobbies are genealogy, tracking currency with "Where's George", and reading with my Kindle.

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Review by: Scott Skipper on Aug. 11, 2011 :
In spite of what was said by a self righteous woman in Scotland whose own work is syrupy with unreadable metaphors, I found "From Morar to Estrella" to be a delightful genealogy of the Mc Donalds who emigrated from the Scottish highlands to Nova Scotia and then to Central California. Bill Norin has invested years in combing period newspapers for anecdotal information that not only brings his ancestors to life but illuminates the times and places while revealing his ancestors as saloon keepers, sheep ranchers, wheat farmers and aiders and abettors of the Dalton gang.
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Review by: JR Tomlin on Aug. 08, 2011 : (no rating)
Sir, First as to your description: Scotch is a drink. A person is a Scot or Scotsman.

I nonetheless starting reading your piece until I came to your description of the immortal 'Sound the Pibroch" which you gave as "Pit Rock". Pibroch is a form of music characterised by extended compositions usually played on Great Bagpipes. I could read no further.

Here are the correct lyrics to the dirge about the bloody death of the clans upon Culloden Field:

Sound the pibroch loud and high
Frae John o' Groats tae Isle o' Skye
Let every clan their slogan cry:
Rise and follow Charlie.

Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
Rise and follow Charlie

See that small devoted band
By dark Loch Shiel they've made their stand
And bravely vowed wi heart and hand
To rise and Royal Charlie

From every hill and every glen
Are gatherin' fast the loyal men.
They grasp their dirks and shout again
Hurrah for Royal Charlie.

On dark Culloden's field of gore
Hark they shout Claymore, Claymore!
They bravely fight what can they more
Than die for Royal Charlie?

Now on the barren heath they lie
Their Funeral Dirge the eagle's cry.
Mountain breezes o'er them sigh
Wha fought and died for Charlie.

No more we'll see such deeds again
Deserted is each Highland glen.
And lonely cairns are o'er the men
Wha fought and died for Charlie

Sound the pibroch loud and high
Frae John o' Groats tae Isle o' Skye
Let every clan their slogan cry
Rise and follow Charlie

Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
Rise and follow Charlie

Tha tighin fodham" is Scots Gaelic pronounced HATCHEEN FOAM and means "I have the wish" or "it's my heart's desire".

As for the revisionist Unionist nonsense that the population of the Highlands left voluntarily, I suggest reading extant accounts of the horrors of the clearances as homes were literally burned over people's heads. Yes, they were eager to leave once they had been forced off their ancestral lands and left impoverished, starving and often forced into workhouses.

Shameful to claim that your ancestors had no loyalty or love for Scotland or their own people.
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