Category Archives: History of Scottish Highlands

The “traveling people” — luchd siubhail — of the Highlands

In my novel research about Highland Scots, a librarian clued me in early on to the existence of the luchd siubhail — the traveling people.

I’d stopped in to inquire about books related to 18th-century Scottish history. The librarian pointed me to the shelf area, then added she was a native of Scotland.

“Really? I’m hoping to write a novel based on the true story of Highlanders who migrated to Ohio around 1800, but resources are hard to find.”

“Oh, right!” she commiserated. “Very little has survived, since they spoke Gaelic, and their histories were shared by oral tradition, not written down. It’s even worse to turn up anything on the traveling people.”

“Traveling people?”

“Yes, a Highlands version of gypsies. They’re rarely mentioned in histories of Scotland. The traveling people are still around today, though their numbers have shrunk.”

Years passed, and she was right, I didn’t come across mention of the luchd siubhail. Until just the other day, that is, when looking into whisky smuggling. I’d come across a reference to the significant role Highland women played in whisky smuggling, often using specially crafted tins that fit under their skirts. They could smuggle as much as six gallons of whisky at a time that way. But who made the tins? An internet search for “Highland tinsmiths” led me to this Preindustrial Craftmanship website.

Tinsmiths of the day were also known as tinkers, handy at most repairs. Upon further research, I turned up this book: Last of the Tinsmiths: The Life of Willie MacPhee by Sheila Douglas. In a nutshell:

Originally [the luchd siubhail] were metalworkers to the ancient clans, forced by the topography of the landscape to travel round the various glens to do their work. They made weapons and ornaments needed by the clansmen. They were also the newsbringers and the entertainers.

Tin lanterns like the one pictured here were a common item crafted by Highland tinsmiths. I took this photo in the tinsmith shop at Colonial Williamsburg.

Are Irish Palatines really a thing?

I’m currently studying Highland Gaels due to a branch of my family ancestry, and also as the subject of my next historical novel. In the process, I’ve happened upon the Hidden Glen Folk School, established by Dr. Michael Newton, Ph.D. to recover the best of Highland Gaelic tradition through Gaelic histories, songs, stories, poems, language, and practices. The school has been a breakthrough for me as I endeavor to sort through distinctions between Highland Scots, Lowland Scots, and the Scots-Irish.

Through a Hidden Glen classmate, I’ve learned something not on my radar — the “Irish Palatines.” Seriously? Irish Germans? Is that really a thing? Yes, it is.

The term Palatines, or people of the Palatinate (German Pfalz), refers to people living in a region of southwest Germany. According to Britannica,

The Rhenish Palatinate included lands on both sides of the middle Rhine River between its Main and Neckar tributaries. Its capital until the 18th century was Heidelberg. … The boundaries of the Palatinate varied with the political and dynastic fortunes of the counts palatine.

Did they ever. This Sunday, April 3, I’ll be presenting a webinar on the topic Explore the Rhineland-Palatinate for the Irish Palatine Special Interest group of the Ontario Genealogical Society and will give an overview of those “political and dynastic fortunes,” wars, religious persecutions, and more. (Click here for more info and to register.)

Now for the Irish part. In the early 1700s in the Palatinate, after devastating scorched-earth wars, famine, and religious persecution, many Palatines had grown desperate. Enter Protestant Queen Anne of England (1702-1714) who viewed the Protestant Palatines as victims of religious persecution, and also sought to increase the number of Protestant subjects then in Ireland. Meanwhile, due to reports that a better life awaited in North America, the thoughts of the Palatine peasants “were turned toward America [in part] through what seemed like an invitation from Queen Anne of England to settle in her transatlantic colonies.” [from Don Heinrich Tolzmann’s book, The German American Experience, p. 57] By October of 1709 about 15,000 Palatines had voyaged to London with hopes of settling in British America. They became known by the English as the “poor Palatines.” Never mind that fewer than half were Palatines.

No more than half of the so-called German Palatines originated in the namesake Electoral Palatinate, with others coming from the surrounding imperial states of Palatinate-Zweibrücken and Nassau-Saarbrücken, the Margraviate of Baden, the Hessian Landgraviates of Hesse-Darmstadt, Hesse-Homburg, Hesse-Kassel, the Archbishoprics of Trier and Mainz, and various minor counties of Nassau, Sayn, Solms, Wied, and Isenburg. [From German Palatines, on Wikipedia]

Also never mind that they weren’t all Protestants. Apparently some 2,000 were Catholics (from Wikipedia “German Palatines,” see link above). In any event,

Over 800 families, comprising more than 3000 people, were sent on to Ireland between September 1709 and January 1710. Most left again within a few years, for England or America, but 150 families settled in Rathkeale, County Limerick and thrived in the production of hemp, flax and cattle. A second successful settlement of Palatine families took hold near Gorey in Co. Wexford around the same period. [from Goethe Institute’s “Irish Palatines”]

These persons were among the first wave of Palatine emigrants. Surnames of the persons sent to Ireland in this era can be found at the Library Ireland website.

Scotswomen and whisky

These days, it’s my understanding that men are primarily behind the distilling of whisky (Scottish spelling). I believed it had always been so until a few years back when I attended a storytelling session presented by the Seattle Scots Gaelic Society. The story (told to us by the seanchaichd (bard) in Gaelic, then repeated in English) went something like this:

There once was an old woman well-known for the fine quality of her whisky. She had just completed a small home batch when she happened to glance out the window and saw the village baillie and the excise man coming down the lane. Snatching up the bottle of whisky, she swaddled it in a baby tartan. When the men knocked on her door, she answered it cradling the “bairn.”

“Oh,” the baillie said, “I heard you’ve just become a grandmother. Congratulations. Let’s have a look at the wee bairn.”

“Shush, she’s sleeping, you mustn’t wake her,” the old woman said.

She invited the men in, but managed to distract them from their search by singing and cooing a sweet lullaby to the bairn in her arms. (Here the storyteller sang a song in Gaelic, about the bairn’s golden hair and warm, sweet qualities.)
The men left none the wiser, the old woman’s fine whisky spared.

At the end, we all enjoyed a good chuckle. The story also gave me pause. How odd, I thought. A woman distilling whisky in her home? Can that be right? Didn’t men build illicit stills in hidden nooks and crannies of the hills? This idea came from a visit to the Abriachan Forest in the Highlands, to a former illicit still dug into a hillside, neatly hidden from excise-collectors’ eyes.

Entrance to the hidden whisky still in the Abriachan forest

Recently, I happened upon a thesis by Sandra White titled “Smugglers and Excisemen: The History of Whisky in Scotland, 1644 to 1823.” Color me surprised, the story of the old woman was not odd in the least. It turns out whisky making in the Highlands used to be the woman’s job. “Uisge-beatha” or “water of life” is the Scots Gaelic term for whisky. Whisky was considered good for the health, especially in cold, damp climates. It was offered to visitors as a sign of hospitality. It was used as medicine, and in the making of herbal tonics. It was also an important source of income. “Housewives could sell excess whisky for cash, and whisky was also used to pay rents to landowners, to trade for other essential items, or to buy new farm equipment or animals.” Women took their whisky distilling responsibility seriously. Sandra White writes:

A woman was judged by her ability to produce enough whisky to keep her family and guests supplied throughout the year. When a marriage occurred in a community, the women were expected to provide enough whisky to flow throughout the evening. … Whisky was not intended to be consumed for inebriation. However, during social occasions, large quantities of whisky could be consumed in celebration to the point of drunkenness. And if there was not enough whisky for the entire evening, the women of the community were considered poor wives because it was part of their household chores to produce enough good quality whisky for all occasions.

This information does not seem to be widely known, another instance of the disappearance of the roles women have played in history. But not entirely lost. Check out this article about two women of the Cumming family who were instrumental in the success of Scotland’s Cardhu Distillery. Per Cumming family history, this account of one of Helen Cumming’s encounters with excisemen is not-so-weirdly similar to the old woman’s story recounted above.

‘On one occasion, when brewing, [Helen] was warned that [excisemen] were approaching. There was just enough time to hide the distilling apparatus, to substitute the materials of bread-making, and to smear her arms and hands with flour. When the knock came at the door, she opened it with a welcoming smile and the words: “Come awa’ ben, I’m just baking.’
[excerpted from an article by Richard Woodard found at Scotchwhiskey.com’s “Whiskey Heroes” section]

Helen’s ruse strikes me as especially clever — baking in the house would offer a plausible excuse for the steady smoke rising from her chimney. (Whisky making requires a constant heat source so the appearance of excess smoke was often a giveaway for the location of illicit stills in the Highlands.)

For more on women and distilling, there’s a book titled Whiskey Women: The Untold Story of How Women Saved Bourbon, Scotch, and Irish Whiskey about the influence of women in brewing and distilling from ancient (Mesopotamian) times to the present.

Happy New Year and cheers! Slàinte mhath!

What a find! One million Scottish records online

Back in 2015 I visited the Highland Archive Centre in Inverness where I was fortunate to get a glimpse of kirk (church) session mid-18th century minutes from Inverness-shire. Sad fact: I had only one afternoon to research. I was slavishly grateful to the librarian who made .pdfs of a few pages from the 1740 Croy Parish minutes.

Six years later, with many diversions along the way, I’m returning to work on the book about the Scots Gaelic migrants to Ohio. A lot can happen on the internet in six years. A lot can happen in six months! Yesterday I browsed again for information on 18th century kirk sessions, and found this news article in the March 17, 2021 issue of The Scotsman.

The stories of those who faced the wrath of the church in Scotland – from those drunk on the Sabbath to parents of children born out of wedlock – are being brought to life after hundreds of years.

More than one million pages of minutes from the Kirk Session of the Church of Scotland have gone online as a major project by National Records of Scotland comes to fruition.

They show how the ‘morality police’ punished ungodly behaviour as well as how the Church was involved in supporting the poorest and most vulnerable in the country.

Where?! Where online?! One million + records are now up and running at ScotlandsPeople. A search for kirk session minutes in the Moy and Dalacrossie Parish are there. I honed in on 1745-1746, the time of the Jacobite rising (right, the one portrayed in “Outlander”), but they stop in 1745. In 1748, there’s a note that the minutes of 1746-1747 were lost due to the “Troubles.” Sigh. Another casualty of that sad time in Highland history.

18th century Highland weddings and recipes

In researching my Highland Scots ancestors, I was excited to see this map again. This “Scotland of Old” map is cropped from a photo I took when visiting the Pacific Northwest Highland Games at Enumclaw back in 2016. (The event will be virtual this year. Check out info here.) 

When I was growing up, this map hung at the end of our bedroom hallway (as a child, it scared me — it looked like a witch flying through the air on a broom, her cape flying out behind her). My dad hung it in our hall because of his Patterson ancestry. His surname stemmed back through his paternal line to Highland Scots, Patterson being a sept of Clan Chattan, which also encompassed Mackintoshes, McPhersons, Nobles, and others in our ancestry too. Dad was descended of Gaelic-speaking Highland Scots who immigrated to Columbiana County, Ohio circa 1804.

I’ve been working for some time now on a deep dive into the 18th century world of these Highland Gaels in order to write a historical novel about their lives. As I attempt to re-create what life was like in those times, the tiniest of details hang me up, sometimes for hours. A simple wedding scene, for instance, becomes complex on many levels.

First, because the Scottish Highlands are not one cohesive culture. The designation of “Highlands” refers to the north and west on the map above, where the larger, spacious clan boundaries are found. (The denser areas to the south and east indicate the Scottish Lowlands, more commercially connected with England to the south, and much earlier to shift to English as the predominant language.) The Highlands topography to the north and west is rife with deep glens, lakes, and snow-capped mountains, so when it comes to weddings, superstitions, and lore, the remoteness of populations led to a variety of customs. So there’s no one right answer, other than, “it depends.”

It is my good fortune that Aeneas Mackintosh of Moy wrote an 18th century account of wedding traditions in the Strathdearn valley where my book is partially set. On the morning of the wedding, Mackintosh wrote, the celebrants leave for the church,

being dressed, the Bridegroom first (preceded by a Bag pipe) having a young man on each side of him, next comes the bride with her two Maids, proceed for church; when the ceremony is over, and the partys come out, pistols and guns are fired over their heads by their acquaintances who then join, and a Cake broke over the Brides head, when a great Struggle is made for a piece of it.

Glorious, right? Gunshots and a riotous melee? The scene is exuberant and what one might expect of the Highlands. But the mention of a Cake made me wonder. What kind of Cake? Certainly, the author did not mean the elaborate tiered cakes standard at weddings of today. The quest to learn more led me to a delightful find. At archive.org, I came across a recipe book — “Cookery and Pastry” — written in 1783 by Mrs. MacIver “Teacher of those arts in Edinburgh,” wherein I found a slew of 18th century Scottish recipes — for hare soup, for broiling pigeons whole, and yes, for a yeast shortbread cake that might even come close to the mark.