I am a keen reader. Have been since I learned to read. In recent years, I’ve been a member of two book groups as well, so not only do I read, I also meet with others to chat about what we’ve read together.
Increasingly I find myself drawn to read blogs and on-line content too, and have connected with a couple in particular over the past year or so. Scotland for the Senses is one of them. A place where you can read about a personal journey experiencing all manner of things Scottish. Back in April 2010, there was a competition on this blog to win a copy of Magnus Magnusson’s ‘Scotland, The Story of a Nation’. The trap was, you had to read it along with the giver to encourage her to keep going, and email back and forth to share comments on what was being read.
To win, you had to submit details of your favourite Scottish character, as well as agreeing to the conditions. ‘Ha, I never win anything’ I thought to myself, but I know who my favourite Scottish character has been for a while. At least, she’s the Scottish character I’d like to understand more about. This is where it gets personal.
For the Scottish character I speak of is my great-grandmother, one Roseann/Roseanna/Annie McGowan, born in around 1870 and mother of 12 children. At one time in her life she lived very close to Craigwell Cottage, in a tenement flat at South Back of Canongate, Edinburgh. A road which is now Holyrood Road, and a place where the Scottish Parliament now stands.
Before the birth of my first child, I devoted a couple of weeks to researching my family history in the Scottish Records Office at New Register House, and the one person I kept coming back to and wanting to know more about was my great-grandmother Annie. I shall write more of her in future posts, but it was finding out more about her life that sparked that fire within me to start reading more about the past rather than the diet of novels upon which I’d mainly existed until now. And somewhere in my personal journey there’s a connection to place which made the ownership of Craigwell Cottage more than a simple business decision.
So, tempted by the prospect of adding to my scant knowledge of Scottish History, I posted a quick comment and moved on, only to find out just a few days later that I’d won! So now, not only was I struggling to finish books for my two ‘real’ book groups, but there I was committed to contributing in a public place too. A scary prospect indeed.
When the brown paper parcel arrived I noticed from the sender’s address that she lived very close to me in Edinburgh, so it seemed sensible to invite her to meet up and discuss the practical arrangements. A bit of baking and I was ready for the meet, thinking that if nothing came of it at least we’d both have had cake!
A lovely meeting and the outline of a plan resulted in the decision to post comments on Scotland for the Senses’ Facebook Discussion Board. In the few short weeks since then, I’ve come to realise that this will be no easy task. For we agreed to a target of around 60 – 70 pages a week, which by my reckoning means that we should be about half way through by now and I’m only on page 123. This is truly becoming a struggle.
But like any activity on which you embark, there is learning to be had from it, but maybe not what I expected. The next steps on the journey are the subject of the post The First 100 Pages.