July 2010 Edition From the Desk of the President and Chief Elect

Dear Clan Members,

My wee wife tells everyone that sees this picture that it was caused by me not listening to her and the corrective surgery was a Cast Iron fry- ing pan. In my tender state I just say yes Mam!

Your membership dues for 2010 have been due: Renewal before March…$15.00 after March…$20.00

Thank you for your continued support of Clan Muirhead.

Payment to: Muirhead Clan Society 6522 194th Ave. E. Bonney Lake, WA. 98391-8835

(message continued on next page) With the help of the Lord I continue to recover from my 6 hour surgery. I will see We are now on Facebook! the surgeon on Friday 7/9/10 and will find out about the tumor that was removed. I am off the ABX Drugs now and more or less just have dressing changes with ear drops 4 times a day. Still a bit sore on the left side of my head and my left ear is still numb but with the continued help of the Lord I will be back to my old self soon. I can at least work Some of you folks have already noticed our Muir- at the computer a bit now head Clan Society Facebook group. To you, wel- without falling to sleep. The pain meds they come aboard! For everyone else, this is a chance gave me, I only took one and stopped to add value to your MCS membership. them as they did nothing but put me in a fog. The Holy Spirit and all your It exists to provide members with an opportunity prayers have helped more than you all can to share photos, experiences and general chit- know. chat, drawing us closer together as a single, ex- tended family. Usage has been sparse, thus far, but as knowledge of the service grows, so, too, Yours in the Clan, hopefully, will the group. Chev. Raymond L. Morehead, KCTJ, FSA Scot. If you haven’t joined yet, please do so! You need President/Chief Elect Muirhead Clan Society only a Facebook account (free) and then find the group and click the “request to join” but- ton (free). I’ll then check your name against the latest MCS roster and, if you’re there, you’re in! It’s that simple!

I urge everyone to sign up and make use of this service. I truly believe it will enhance our sense of community and family!

Bob Morehead Clan Elder What Bard The Highland Queen Scotch Whisky Company By Bob Morehead has unveiled the new Single Malt Muirhead Scotch on their website. To get a better view Where was the bard to mark in song of the bottles and more information, the web Of guileful William’s wit and wile address is: Concealed ’neath the heather pile To end bold Bartram’s reign of wrong? http://www.highlandqueen.com/scotch-whisky/ en/whiskies-range/muirheads.html I thank the bard who, for the spawn Of those who followed, lean and Stark, So chose with roll and quill to mark Of John, fell’d low on Branxton’s lawn.

But what of James, who married well, And thus embroiled kith and kin In what befell of Mary’s sin And torch embraced the house in hell.

What bard intoned of pious John, Disgraced by wayward raisins’ cask, Insulted – such an oath to ask! And then as cargo, exiled yon.

Who sang of William, merchant fine, Who gave two sons to freedom’s fray And sold the corn that won the day, Pushing privilege past the pine.

And Jedediah’s marshy trek, Ensconced in humble native hut, To fledge a state through pelts, and what Crown his great head did bedeck?

Did Sophocles, in pathos dire, Spin such a yarn as James’s tale Of war and want and whiskey stale, A sordid, sad and cold quagmire?

Or of his bride, in fear enfurled, Who ne’er a soul official told About her Huron blood, red-bold, Lest soldiers wreck her frail world?

Of Edgar’s faith did fair bards sing, When in the midst of want the tithe Was paid, or when his body lithe Was crushed beyond all wondering?

Did Finn and all his merry band A greater set of deeds perform Than these fine men? In form Of metered rhyme my hand Will try to fill the sorry space That ignorance could not erase! IN THE LAST ISSUE OF DAIR ROUN’, WE INCLUDED THE PREFACE AND CHAPTER 1 OF COUNCIL ELDER BOB MOREHEADS’ OWN FAMILY HISTORY. THIS TIME WE HAVE INCLUDED ALL REMAINING CHAPTERS, TWO THROUGH FOUR.

Chapter Two: America

From the 1630s until about 1685, was in turmoil. First Anglican and then Catholic kings had insisted on imposing their worship on the staunchly Presbyterian lowlanders. These lowlanders, in turn, signed “Covenants,” which demanded the freedom of the Scottish church. A series of battles and skirmishes ensued and the Covenants subsumed the Muirheads, includ- ing the Provost of Glasgow himself, John Muirhead of Lauchope, and his brother, James. In 1679, a week after an astonishing victory, the Convenanting forces gathered at Bothwell Brig, a covered bridge outside Glasgow, and prepared to do battle with John Graham of Claverhouse, the nobleman commissioned by the king to squelch the Covenants. As the battle commenced, the Cove- nanting forces opened what they thought were their powder barrels and found, instead, raisins. The dis- graced Covenanters were arrested and marched in chains all the way to Dunnottar Castle and then to the Tollbooth at Leith, near Edinburgh. In 1685, King James VII offered the imprisoned Covenanters a reprieve if they signed an oath of allegiance to the crown. Most refused. A man named George Scott, Laird of Pittochie, was promised liberty and a gift of about 100 prisoners as his slaves or indentured servants if he transported them to eastern New Jersey before September of 1686. If he failed in any measure, he would be penalized 500 marks. Pittochie chartered a 350-ton ship of 20 great guns named the Henry and Francis , captained by Richard Hutton, for the job. Into this ship, in much the manner of slaves in a galley, Pittochie crammed 125 of the tollbooth prisoners, along with a few others who shipped off to America voluntarily. The ship sailed out on Sept. 5, 1685. The prisoners were treated brutally. As they prayed in their Presbyterian manner, the crew would spit on them or throw garbage on them through the grating on the deck. Crammed as they were in close quarters, disease was prevalent. Thirty-one did not survive the voyage. Ironically, Pittochie and his wife were among the casualties. Pittochie’s son-in-law, John Johnstone, took charge and urged the “passengers” to indenture themselves for four years in New Jersey to pay off the expense incurred by Pittochie. Instead, they filed a protest against their exile and cruel treatment. During the voyage, which lasted 15 months, the ship twice sprung a leak, fever broke out and the food grew rancid. The captain urged Johnstone to alter course and go to Jamaica or Virginia instead, where the prisoners could more easily be disposed of. A change of wind forced the continuation to New Jersey. Landing at Perth Amboy, in New Jersey, in December, 1686, the Covenanters were not wel- comed by the people on the coast. Inland, however, they found homes. Johnstone had them all cited to enforce the indentureship promised to Pittochie. The court ruled that since the Covenanters did not board the ship voluntarily nor bargain for their passage in any way, they were not indentured. They scattered throughout New Jersey, New York, Connecticut and eastern Pennsylvania. James Muirhead vanishes from history at this point, but his brother John settled first in Jamaica, Long Island, where he married Rebecca Bayless, and later moved to Hopewell Township, New Jersey. In 1714, he became the first sheriff of Burlington County and built the first jail, just south of Pennington. He had served as an elder and trustee at the Pennington Presbyterian Church and was buried there in Janurary, 1725, at the Ewing Churchground. John and Rebecca had 10 children. Their son William Muirhead, born on Valentine’s Day in 1715, moved to Virginia, settling in Montgomery County. There, he became a merchant and supplied troops fighting in the American Revolution. Among his customers was Maj. Daniel Boone. He married Mary Smith and they had 12 children; two of their sons fought in the war, although our ancestor, George Muirhead, was not one of them. George Muirhead was born in 1746 and lived in Harrison County, Virginia (now West Virginia). He married Martha and they had two daughters and a son, also George. All three changed the spelling of the last name to the current “Morehead.” George Morehead was born April 23, 1773, in Harrison County, Virginia, and married Rehuma “Amy” Thomas. They had nine children. Among them was Jedediah Morehead, a frontiersman and pio- neer in the fledgling state of Ohio. Chapter Three: Carving out a state

Somewhere in the mists of the dawn of the 19th century, Jedediah Morehead left the mountains of Harrison County in Virginia (now West Virginia), where he was born July 26, 1789, and moved into the marshy wilderness of Northcentral Ohio. There, around Honey Creek, on a peninsula jutting into a cranberry marsh in what would one day be Auburn Township in Crawford County, he built a wigwam augmented with some features of his own design, un- known to the natives that taught him to build one. While the exact date of his arrival is unknown, some accounts have his arrival during the War of 1812, perhaps as early as 1814. Historians agree that he was there at least by 1815 and that his was the first structure built by a white man in the township, perhaps the entire county. Jedediah was what was called a “squatter.” These were men that defied restrictions on settling in the Ohio Country and established themselves on land to which they had no legal right. When the legal settlers from New Eng- land came after the country was opened up, they were often ill-prepared for the wilderness that awaited them. It was often these “squatters” that taught them the skills they needed to survive, frequently vanishing into the wilderness when finished, never to be seen again. Jedediah hunted and trapped in the forests and swamps of the area, moving here and there to follow the game, often being gone weeks at a time. He was on friendly terms with the local Indians, mostly Wyandot, and spe- cialized in beaver and otter pelts, selling them at $5 to $8 apiece; a small fortune at the time. Among Jedediah’s contemporaries was a former New Englander named John Chapman, known to posterity as Johnny Appleseed. Although there is no evidence that Jedediah and Chapman ever met, they were both active in the same area at the same time and Chapman was known to be on friendly terms with both the Indians and the pio- neers of the area. I like to think they did. At some point, Jedediah wearied of the life of the frontiersman. In 1822, he married Rebecca Hartley and they settled on a farm on Section 1 of Vernon Township, also in Crawford County. This later was incorporated into Sharon Township, near Shelby, in Richland County. There, where Miller Road, Champion Road and Smiley Road join, not far from Morton School, they raised 12 children, the second-youngest of whom was James. Jedediah lived to a good old age, dying Dec. 14, 1877. The funeral was at his home Sunday, Dec. 16. A Rev. Summers, at Jedediah’s request, read from 2 Timothy 4:6 and following.

James Morehead was born Jan. 14, 1845, in Sharon Township and left home at 19 to answer the call for Ohio units to join the fight in the Civil War. He enlisted in the Ohio Guard on May 2, 1864, and was assigned to Company F of the 163rd Ohio Volunteer Infantry, serving under Capt. John Saltzgaber. They saw one skirmish June 15 while doing reconnaissance on the Petersburg and Richmond Railroad in Virginia. The unit performed more reconnaissance, seeing no more action, and was mustered out back in Columbus on Sept. 10, 1864, their 100-day obligation fulfilled. James served his entire tour as a private.

Before the United States had turned its ire on itself, it sought to free Ohio from the inconvenience of the red man already living there. Andrew Jackson had signed the Indian Removal Act in 1830 but it would be another decade before the act’s full effects would be felt. Gradually, under various treaties, the tribes of the Buckeye State conceded their lands and left, all but the Wyandot, who by 1840 were largely confined to a reservation on the Upper Sandusky River and of which they were extremely fond. At one time, the Wyandot (known to the French as the Huron), owned a large crescent-shaped swath of the state, stretching from where the Cleveland suburbs now sit and down to near Dayton. Included in this were areas of what is now western Medina County. A large town with a chief once stood on the shores of Chippewa Lake and smaller bands lived where the village of Lodi now stands. The Indians were friendly with the white settlers but had no desire to live among them. As the white settlements, including Lodi, grew, the Wyandots moved on, eventually joining their brothers on the Upper Sandusky. In 1840, the government, under the authority of the Indian Removal Act, forced the sale of all Wyandot land at roughly half the fair market value. Regretfully, these proud people left their beloved Sandusky plain and gradually be- gan moving out. In 1843, the migration was enforced by the Army, the despondent Wyandots making their way to Cincinnati where they would board river boats to take them to their new homes in Kansas and Oklahoma. However, 12 families defied the authorities and remained in Ohio. W. E. Connelley, writing in 1899, said that the Wyandots of the time of the dispersal had been interbreeding with whites for some time and were all half-blood or less. For a very long time, the only family history our branch of the Moreheads had was that we were part-Indian, descended from one of five brothers who ran away when the soldiers came to take them to the reservation. Probably owing to Morehead City, North Carolina, and its proximity to the ancestral home of the Cherokee, it had always been assumed that they were the tribe to which we belong. Morehead City is, in fact, named after a former governor of that state and his nearest common ancestor to our branch of the family is some 500 years in the past, near Glasgow. Our actual Indian ancestor remained a mystery for a very long time, although it seemed likely to have some- thing to do with James’ wife, Elizabeth, as she was the only ancestor for whom I could find no family record and what I could find was in constant flux. A possible break came when Edgar Morehead’s youngest brother, Charles, told Jeanette MacMillan and Paul Morehead shortly before he died that he wasn’t sure of specifics, but had always been told our Native American ancestor had something to do with the Indian statue in Lodi. My hopes were dashed when I learned that the monument was erected by the granddaughter of the town’s founders in their honor and that the statue was a generic (and historically inaccurate) mass- produced model purchased by the monument’s donor from a catalog simply because she liked it. I pondered the matter for a while and then decided to look at it sideways, unwilling to give up on Uncle Chuck’s memories. What if, I reasoned, Chuck’s grandmother had told him that not because the statue represented her people but because she assumed it did? Looking in that direction, I learned of the Wyandot connection to the area and of the 12 families who remained behind, of which our “infamous” five brothers could have been part. Moreover, I learned that Bill “Crow” Moose, Ohio’s last known native-born Indian, a descendent of one of the 12 families, lived and died in Miami County, the same place Elizabeth Stewart met a dis- charged Army private named James Morehead. They married in Troy in 1865, when Elizabeth was 15 or 16. Elizabeth appears to have distrusted authority. One census record says she was born in Penn- sylvania, another Ohio. Her marriage record says she was born in Indiana. Her marriage record also lists her birth year as 1849 but a later census record records it as 1850. Her tombstone has her born in 1854, but this would have made her 11 when she was married. Owing to the extreme unlikelihood that any of those 12 families stood still for some kind of cen- sus, any concrete evidence of our connection to the Wyandot, or any other tribe for that matter, probably does not exist. All we have left is hypothesis based on speculation and conjecture. This hypothesis, however, fits our terse “oral family history” better than any submitted heretofore and I, for one, choose to believe it. In fact, I’ve adopted a genuine Wyandot name for myself, Shrlh’-ah-wahs, which means “cannot find deer when he goes hunting.” While not terribly flattering, it is at least authentic and, pain- fully, accurate.

By 1880, the couple had moved to Shiloh, in Ashland County and had two children, a girl with a first initial “R,” born around 1874, and Charles James, born Oct. 13, 1877. It was not a fairy-tale mar- riage. James was listed in the 1880 census as “idle,” and he died Dec. 5, 1891, just shy of his 46th birth- day. He was buried in the cemetery just outside Plymouth, his headstone provided by the War Depart- ment. The nature of his death is unknown for sure, but my mother, Frances “Arlene” Morehead, told me that Edgar’s sister, Ena, had collected elements of family history and had told her that James (Arlene did not know his name at the time) had been an alcoholic and had gotten drunk one night and passed out on a railroad track and was run over by a train. The final disposition of Ena’s records is unknown but I remember relaying this story to my grandmother, Lucille, and seem to remember her grudgingly con- firming it, although I was very young and may be misremembering. However, James’ idleness in 1880 and his young age at his death lend credence to this story. James also was a war veteran, however briefly, and the Panic of 1873 ushered in “The Long Depression,” the country’s worst economic crisis before the 1930s, which lasted well into the 1890s. Work was scarce and the depression was a great impetus for the later pioneers’ westward migration. Also, whiskey flowed like water in Ohio in those days and served as balm for more than one man idled by the crisis. True to her apparent habits of distrusting government, I can find no record of Elizabeth collect- ing the pension due her as the widow of a Civil War veteran.

Chapter Four: The 20th Century and Beyond

Charles James Morehead was born Oct. 13, 1877 and was fatherless from the time he was 14. At some point, he relocated to a farm in the tiny village of Nova in Ashland County, Ohio. He married Mary Elizabeth Dailey, the daughter of a Civil War veteran named Daniel, and they had eight children. Charles (known to all as Charley) brought his mother with him and she continued to live with him until she died on Feb. 3, 1940. Mary contracted cancer and died. He left the farm some time in the late 1940s or early 1950s and bought a small house on the East Side of Barberton where he lived with his second wife, May. She committed suicide and Charley sold the house on land contract to his grandson, Robert, and moved to Sardis on the Ohio River, where he lived with a companion named Jenny until he died in December, 1966. Charles’ second son, Edgar Daniel Morehead, was born March 11, 1903. He quit school in the sixth-grade to work full time on the farm and left when he was in his early 20s to work in the factories of Barberton, much as his brother George had done. He told his children that by then he had practically run the farm and that his father was “mean” and “a slave driver.” Edgar joined the Salvation Army where, at a costume party, he met Edith Lucille Bowen, also a Salvation Army member. They married Feb. 4, 1928. During the Roaring ’20s, Edgar had helped the contractor build their house on equity. A series of catastrophes, starting with two of his sisters becoming unemployed and continuing with the contractor reneging on a subcontractor with the money Edgar had given him, a lien was placed on the house and it was foreclosed. On Oct. 15, 1930, in the first year of the Great Depression, Lucille prematurely gave birth to their first child, a son named Robert. They moved in with Lucille’s parents and her mother, Florence, a former resident of Jane Adams’ Hull House, helped nurse Robert with an eye dropper. Edgar worked for a time as a carpenter with Mark Bowen, Lucille’s father, a former homesteader in Nebraska who had worked for O.C. Barber, Barberton’s founder. The couple became founding members of the Barberton First Church of the Nazarene and, even in the hardest of times, ensured they paid their tithe. Their older daughter, Jeanette MacMillan, said Edgar used to set traps and sell the pelts to fund missions. She said that during one particular streak of bad luck, he asked Lucile if she had paid the tithe the previous week. She said she didn’t, paying the mortgage instead. “Confoundit!” he snapped back. “How many times have I told you to pay the tithe first?” The Depression was followed hard by the Second World War. As food became rationed, Edgar moved to a farm where they could grow their own food and rented out their house. Robert milked cows and fed pigs before going to school. As the Interstate highways came in the 1950s, Edgar took advantage of the situation, tearing down three houses being removed and salvaging the lumber, bricks, nails, anything he could and using it to build a new home, next door to the old. As of 2010, it is still standing and in the possession of his youngest son, Paul. Edgar was remembered as a fair and strong man with something of a temper. A co-worker and friend related a story where, having trouble with the trunk of a disabled car once, he literally ripped the trunk lid from its hinges with his bare hands and tossed it aside. Edgar worked many years as a “layout man” for the Babcock and Wilcox company in Barberton, often traveling. Leaving from there, he worked for a company called Akron Rubber and Machine, doing odd jobs for the owner. It was on one of these odd jobs, in 1963, that his life changed forever. His car had a flat tire on State Street in Barberton. While lying partially under the car to change the tire, a hit-and- run driver ran over his entire left side and left him for dead. “He was so broken, they slid boards under his body to pick him up,” Jeanette told me once. “He was in such a broken condition that the emergency room doctors sedated him, but left him on the gurney for 72 hours waiting for him to die,” she said later. He didn’t die and daughter Marilyn donated blood for transfusion. He then endured many surgeries, much pain and much therapy, spending more than a year in the hospital. Told he would never walk again, he had family members help him erect parallel bars throughout the house and they worked with him until he walked on his own, albeit with an exaggerated limp, for the remainder of his long life. He died Jan. 11, 1992, and was buried at Greenlawn Memorial Park in Akron. Edgar and Lucille had four children: Robert, Jeanette, Marilyn and Paul.

Robert Edgar Morehead (Bob) was born Oct. 15, 1930, and was instilled with his father’s work ethic, born of farms and Depression. Robert continued school, graduating in 1948, but took his first job as a window dresser at Marshal’s De- partment Store at 14. At 16, he traded work washing aircraft at the old Barberton Airport for flying lessons, a passion that continued in old age. In his senior year of high school, he was in the vocational machine shop and helped build the light towers for the school’s new football stadium. While they were being erected, he made friends with the electrical contractor, Don Koontz. Impressed with Bob’s quick intelligence and work ethic, he told Bob to look him up in Indianapolis when he graduated. Bob did, and lived in Indiana for about three years. In Indianapolis, Bob met a young woman named Frances Arlene Burnett (Arlene). Arlene was born in New Castle on July 20, 1930, to Earl Oliver Burnett and Evelyn Chandler. Struck hard by the Depression, Earl took Arlene and her older brother, Kenneth, to a children’s home in 1933 to be fostered out. She was raised by a wealthy industrialist, Chet Harrah, and his wife, Willie, in Bloomfield, Indiana, but they were never able to adopt. Until she graduated high school, she had been Martha Arlene Harrah. She learned her true identity on graduation day and had to leave the only home she remembered. Bob and Arlene were married in May of 1950 and spent their wedding night at an automobile race track where Bob had been scheduled to race that night. Bob was an adventurer, passing his time as a private pilot (he was part owner of a 1946 Piper J3 Cub from the 1960s until shortly before he died, once refurbishing it in his garage, to the amusement of his neighbors), race car driver, scuba diver, hunter, fisherman and outdoorsman. At the birth of their first child, Sharon, on Feb. 9, 1951, Arlene made Bob quit driving race cars. He continued his love of racing, however, serving weekends for many years on the safety crew of the Barberton Speedway and even owning a stake in the track for a short time in the 1970s. Bob and his bride returned to Barberton in 1950 and Bob worked for a time at Rockwell International before land- ing a job with Jess Britchford and G.I. Electric. That company was sold to Stan Gary, of Wadsworth Electric, and then, in the mid-1970s, Bob bought the company and ran it until selling it to his son-in-law, Bill Mosher, in 1990. Through his youngest son, Robert Edward, Bob became involved in both the Boy Scouts of America and scuba diving. He served as assistant Scoutmaster and Scoutmaster for Troop 110 from 1974 until he died. For much of that time, he was one of the camp cooks and known affectionately to the boys as “Uncle Bob.” For diving, it was Paul that brought the hobby to the family and mentioned upcoming scuba classes in 1979. The younger Bob, then 15, urged his father to take the classes and bring him along. From then until the younger Bob joined the Coast Guard in 1985, they had many dives together. Bob brought his older son, James, into the hobby after the younger son left. Bob retired in 1992 and traveled, worked on the airplane, and enjoyed life. Arlene died of a fatal heart attack in 1993 and Bob married a childhood friend, Dorothy Heller, who had been married to his old friend Harold before Harold’s death in the late 1970s. A smoker since age 16, Bob died of lung cancer on July 1, 1997. He was buried next to Arlene at Rose Hill Burial Park in Fairlawn, Ohio. An honor guard of Scouts from Troop 110 saw him off. Robert and Frances had three children, Sharon, James, and Robert, your author.

The story continues. I have no desire to write a memoir or autobiography, or a biography of my own generation, for that matter. I leave that to future generations. If my own children deem me worthy, I can have a mention in their expan- sion of this saga. If not, I will be one of their “Othniels.” Jeanette, Marilyn and Paul each had their own children, who in turn had children. They, also, have stories to tell of their parents and families. May the story continue and may no future generations come home from ancestry day at school wondering who they are and where they came from.

We have Clan Muirhead Society T-shirts available for sale in a variety of sizes and colors. If anyone is inter- ested, please contact Janice Muirhead at 970-667-0493 or at [email protected]. The T-shirts sell for $12.50, plus postage. You can view alternate pictures of the front and back of the T-shirt by going to the clan website– www.clanmuirhead.com.

CONGRATULATIONS ON A NEW ARRIVAL

*Grace Elizabeth Muirhead-Gould* entered the world on March 23rd, 2010 weighing 7#15 oz. and measuring 20". Christina, John, and baby Grace Muirhead-Gould from Delaware, Ohio USA are doing just fine. Older brother Evan James Muirhead-Gould is 23 months. John is a computer engineer for J.P. Morgan Chase. Auntie is Sara Muirhead-Gould, who works for PNC (formerly National City Bank) in corporate mortgage/marketing division in downtown Chicago.

Submitted by: Sandy Muirhead-Gould, mother of John and Sara (John's and Sara's father is James Muirhead -Gould, deceased)

NOTABLE MUIRHEADS

Eve Muirhead—Championship in

Eve Muirhead hails from Blair Atholl, Scotland. At the young age of 9 years old, Eve sampled the sport of curling for herself. Her father has won world championship silver and her brother has “skipped” (to call the shots, normally the best player on the team) Scotland in the world juniors. Eve, just twenty years old, is a curling champion having won the world junior title three times. She skipped the Scottish junior and senior team to victory in the same year, and also skipped the world junior and senior team to victory in the same year.

Eve was of the Great Britain women’s curling team for the Vancouver 2010 Winter .

While Eve is currently a full time athlete, she is also an avid golf player and plays off a handicap of two. She is also an accomplished bagpipes player, and formerly played with the Pitlochry and Blair Atholl pipe band.

For more information about the sport of curling please see: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curling Interested in subscribing to magazines about Scotland and Scottish Ancestry?

Scotland Magazine http://www.scotlandmag.com/

Scottish Life http://www.scottishlifemagazine.com/

Highlander http://www.highlandermagazine.com/highlandermagazine.htm

Scots Magazine http://www.scotsmagazine.com/

Discover My Past http://www.discovermypast.co.uk/

Interesting Websites:

For Scottish Events in North America: http://www.clanscottsociety.org/linked/ScottishEventsNA.html

If anyone has any other websites they’d like added please let us know. We can con- tinue to build on this list and leave it as a permanent part of the newsletter in case anyone needs it for reference.

Returned E-Mail

The following is especially true if you have tried to contact President/Chief Elect Raymond Morehead. If you have sent e-mails with attachments to him and had your e-mail returned it is most likely because he has high security settings on his computer to avoid getting spam, so his computer, not recognizing your e-mail ad- dress, considers it spam and would not accept it. To avoid this in the future, first contact President Morehead at [email protected] and indicate in the "Subject" line the message is for Clan Muirhead. In the body of your e-mail let President Morehead you want to send him an e-mail with an attachment. You will be contacted via e-mail when adjustments have been made to receive your e-mail with the attachment.

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