The Bute visitors were there for the third time - second time during my stay here. I'd spoken to them on the phone last year, but met them in the flesh for the first time. They left a home-made book about their grandfather (Thomas Wilson), his life, death (falling from a gang plank in a new Zealand harbour in 1954), their journey, health and encounter with Bute. I blessed them and there were lots of tears.
The Dunoon visitors turned up while I was pottering about. moving boxes into church. Flora Fraser (nee McAllister) had put up a plaque in memory of her husband John, killed in 1918 when his ship, HMS Montague, collided with the USS Manley off Ireland (Google said all that, not the gravestone). 29 years later she died, and was buried in the same lair (what they call a plot in Scotland) - beside her brother Samuel's lair, near the door of the church. Her family were at the burial, and this was who was visiting. Daughter & son from England, and son from Canada, over for the first time in decades, plus several partners and grown up children. They had a look at the register with the record of Flora's burial - we didn't get round to Samuel's marriage etc.
Their memory to capture: on the funeral in Feb 1947 it was so snowy that the hearse couldn't get up the drive at Holy Trinity, so the pallbearers with coffin and all the mourners had to pick their way up the icy hairpin bend to get to the (no doubt freezing cold) church. I can just imagine it, the black coated figures, the breath hanging in the cold air, the slips and scuffles with no words said. It has stayed with them for the 65 years since it happened.
There is a distinct diaspora of the Scottish churches, just as there is of Scotland: economic movement, fluidity of society, never mind things like clearances from older times. And we can meet and relate and engage with this diaspora wherever they may be, esp. with new technology!
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