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APRIL 6, 2009 8:30AM

In Honor of Tartan Day - April 6th

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Murray of Atholl - Ancient Murray of Atholl - Modern   

Murray of Atholl Tartans
(Left - Ancient/Right - Modern)

April 6th is Tartan Day, which commemorates the signing of the Declaration of Arbroath on April 6, 1320. The Declaration of Arbroath was Scotland’s “Declaration of Independence” from England. It may not have worked out especially well, but more than 400 years later it was a significant influence on America’s own Declaration of Independence. 

Tartan Day is a recognized American holiday, by Senate Resolution 155, passed on Monday, March 20, 1998. If you’re interested in Tartan Day festivities in your area, please check your regional Scottish societies and clan sites. 

In honor of Tartan Day, I would like to share some of the history of my family, the Murrays. My maiden name is Murray.
My father’s people came from Scotland in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. My dad was the third generation of Murrays born in the US. I would love to attach photos of my grandfather or great-grandfather, but the Murrays have a long history of document destruction.
 

Clann Mhoraidh (believe it or not, pronounced “Clan Murray”) originated in the ancient Pictish Province of Moray, located in the area surrounding Inverness. In the mid 12th century, the area was under the rebellious influence of King MacBeth’s descendants. (King MacBeth was an actual person, not the fictionalized man of Shakespeare.)

The sitting king, David I, sent a Flemish knight named Ollec Freskin to banish the rebels. Freskin was granted extensive authority and lands in the Province of Moray. Freskin’s family intermarried with the ancient royal family of Moray, descendants of the Picts. The descendants of this family were designated “de Moravia” which in Lowland Scots became “Murray.” 

In 1297, Sir Andrew Murray took up the cause of Scottish independence and, with Sir William Wallace, raised a rebellion against Edward of England. In the 14th century during the Wars of Scottish Independence the Clan Murray led by Chief Sir Andrew Murray fought in the first uprising against the English conquerors in 1297.

Chief Andrew Murray was mortally wounded while leading the Clan Murray at the famous victory at the Battle of Stirling Bridge 1297. His son, Sir Andrew Murray, 4th Lord of Bothwell, third Regent of Scotland, married Christian Bruce, a sister of King Robert the Bruce. Sir Andrew Murray led the Murrays at the Battle of Halidon Hill and was captured by the English at Roxburgh in 1333. He was released in time to relieve his wife who had been bravely holding out and defending Kildrummy Castle against the English. (Our women are also historic badasses.)  

Bothwell Castle, one of the most visually striking and powerful strongholds in Scotland was built by the Murrays and remained the seat of the clan chief until 1360, when the castle was lost to the Douglas family. It was not until the 16th century that the Murrays of Tullibardine were recorded again when they regained the title and castle.

Bothwell Castle 
Bothwell Castle

Not all of the Murrays were war heroes. John Murray (1715-1777) was captured during a rebellion and taken to London where he was persuaded to save his life by turning king’s evidence. He was known from then on as “Mr. Evidence Murray.” Hey, they can’t all be the real hero of badly researched movies.

Today, the Murray legacy lives on in the Duke of Atholl, born and raised in South Africa, where he still resides. He visits Scotland annually as the commander of the Atholl Highlanders, a military regiment based in Blair Atholl, Scotland. They are not part of the British Army, but rather a private regiment of the Duke of Atholl.

It is Europe’s only legal private army, given their colors by Queen Victoria in 1845. The principal duty of the Atholl Highlanders is to furnish sentries and Guards of Honor for royal visitors to Blair Castle. Officers of the Atholl highlanders come from the chieftans and lairds of Perthshire (where Blair Castle is located). 

The Atholl Highlanders stood guard during visits to Blair Castle for the Crown prince of Japan in 1921 and King Fasal of Iraq in 1933 as well providing guards for frequent royal visitors on their way to Balmoral. After 1933 they had little activity but were reformed by George Ian Murray 10th Duke of Atholl in 1966. John Murray the 11th Duke of Atholl decided to continue the tradition. 

Murray of Atholl Crest 

The Atholl Highlanders use the Murray tartan, crest, symbols and motto, which is carved into the keystone of Blair Castle: “Furth Fortune and Fill the Fetters.” Loosely translated, that means, “Go forth against your enemies, have good fortune and return with captives.”
Now you know where I get it.
   

Badges of the Murray Clan: 
Juniper Butcher's Broom

On the left is the Aitionn (Juniper). On the right is the Gaig-bhealaidh (Butchers Broom) Clans traditionally used plants as badges in order to recognize fellow clan members. Clansmen may wear a sprig of plant badge pinned behind the clan crest badge on a man’s bonnet or a lady’s sash-badge brooch.

Tullibardine Kirk 

Tullibardine Kirk–Ancient burial place of the Murrays 

Murray of Tullibardine Tartan Murray of Tullibardine Tartan

I owe a large debt of gratitude to ClanMurray.org for source materials and all of the photos for this blog.
I also would like to thank my Nana, Lillian Allen-Murray-Llewellyn for getting hitched to a Scottish boy.

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Clamo, clamatis, omnes clamamus pro glace lactis.

Bump!
GET OUT OF MY CASTLE, BITCH!!!

DOUUGGGLAAAAAASSSS!!!
FREEEEEEDDDOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!
::gigglesnort::

I thought that might come up.

We had it first.
NEENER.
alas... no one told me... what's the half Ukrainian tartan...blue & orange?
::hmpfh:: ~ technicality
Brian - Most people, even those of Scottish roots, don't know about Tartan Day. Personally, I hope it becomes like St. Patrick's Day where everyone says they are 1/149th Scottish then sings these words to Scotland The Brave (a.k.a. "That Bagpipe Song"):

Bring me some whiskey, mother
I'm feeling frisky, mother
Bring me a sheep for I am lonely tonight
I need a lover, mother
No, not my brother, mother
I need a sheep to keep me warm through the night


I have about 80 more verses of that, if anyone is interested.
I love personal history like this, my own father an immigrant from Ireland so the Celtic roots run deep. There is a crest with our family name on it, but all that has the tinge of privilege that a family in poverty and meager means and not part of the (somewhat) chivalrous ruling class has not much right to claim, if any.

Great blending of history and family Jodi, I like it a lot.
this mother's got something for you, but it ain't whiskey
:( grrrrrr!
Barry - Big thanks for helping me sound like slightly less of a drooling idiot on this piece, btw.

1_I_Loser - I regret to inform you that I sunk your battleship.
PFFT!
Interesting history, but I kept looking at the tartan color at the top because it is very similar to the colors of the short, pleated skirt worn by my high school sweetheart the day I first noticed her.

I will never, ever forget that skirt or the legs emanating forth from same.

What a memory!
Jodi - thanks for this intriguing bit of Scottish history. Did not know there was such a holiday?

When are your going to have an OS member outing at the old family seat, Bothwell Castle? I've been told I look very dashing in a kilt!

Thanks again for this wonderful tribute to your family history.
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Geoff - I'm glad this piece was inspiration for you in that way. ::wink::

gmg - I am ALL about OS field trips of any kind! I am also extremely partial to men in kilts.
Very excellent family stories.
As a Wallace (my mother's maiden name), I particularly like this post.
Clan Farquharson here. I met the laird when I was a kid and we visited the summer castle. Most of the family also managed to fall into the River Dee. So we're baptized Scots, as well.

Rated.
I just noticed we have the same birthday. Too bad I can't rate again.
odette - Thank you!

Julie - Very cool!

gregor - We share it with John Cleese, Sylvia Plath, Dylan Thomas and Simon Lebon. I don't know about you, but I think that explains a lot about me.
My Grandad would have been so pleased to know about this holiday! He wanted to be buried in his Morrison kilt, made for him by my Mom from fabric he brought from Scotland. Thanks for the info . . .
And Niccolo Paganini on the b-day front. Sylvia Plath I always remember. Better to think of John Cleese!

Like Dylan Thomas, I have been drunk at the Chelsea Hotel.
Ach, noo, Lassie. As a descendant of the Earl of Anguish (Angus), I'm happy t'see this heartfelt tribute to yer Hieland ancestry.

That Burns lad had the right of it:

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led
Welcome to your gory bed
Or to victory!
Now's the day an' now's the hour
See the front of battle lour
See approach proud Edward's pow'r
Chains and slavery!

Wha would be a traitor knave?
Wha would fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee!
Wha for Scotland's king an' law
Freedom's sword would strongly draw
Freeman stand and freeman fa'
Let him on wi' me!

By oppression's woes and pains
By your sons in servile chains
We will drain our dearest veins
But they shall be free.
Lay the proud userpers low!
Tyrants fall in ev'ry foe
Liberty's in every blow
Let us do or dee!
I should be completely clear that the words I quoted were to "Scotland Depraved" NOT "Scotland the Brave." It's a joke sung primarily at RenFests, SCA events and Scottish Games. There are many, many verses which primarily involve beastiality.
Aha! Here's a Jacobite song:

Cam ye o'er frae France?
Cam ye doon by Lunnon?
Saw ye Geordie Whelps
and his bonnie woman?
Oh, weren't ye at the place
called the Kittle Housie?
Saw ye Geordie's grace
a-ridin' on a goosie?
Geordie, he's a man,
there is little doot o't,
And he's done a' he can,
all can dae wi'oot it,
Doon there cam' a blade,
linkin' like ma lordie,
He wad drive a trade
at the loom o' Geordie.
Though the claith were bad,
blythly may we niffer
Gin we git oor wab,
it makes little differ,
we hae tint oor plaid,
bonnet, belt and swordie
Ha's and mailin's braid,
but we hae oor Geordie.
Jocky's gone to France,
and Montgomery's lady
there will learn to dance;
madam, are ye ready?
They'll be back belyve,
belted brisk and lordly,
Brawly, may they thrive
to dance a jig wi' Geordie!
Hey for Sandy Don,
hey for Cockalorum,
Hey for Bobbin' John,
and his Hielan' quorum!
Mony a sword and lance
swings at Hielan hurdie;
How they'll skip and dance
o'er the bum o' Geordie!
Well, if we're going to have a Scottish National Holiday, this certainly works better than St Andrew's Day in late November, or Burns' Night in January.
We spent the day at the Honolulu Scottish Festival.
Glad to see another from the Clan Farquharson. Every year, my mother and I would rase a glass to the clans and the brave lads who fought at Cullodan. Fide et Fortitudine words I live by.
Ratings from Clan Colquhoun!
thanks for the history lesson.
so the Murray's stole my castle so they could have sex with animals in it??? wtf???
As far as I know, Tartan Day is an American holiday, but not a Scottish one.

I am eligible to wear Sinclair on my Dad's side, and Ferguson on my mother's. On the few occasions (aka weddings) where I have worn a kilt, I have worn the generic "Flower of Scotland".

Enough with the damn bestiality jokes! Those are a foul slander against us Highland folk by the shifty Lowlanders. During my college days a bunch of us were in a bar in Leith Walk, Edinburgh, following a football game (the real kind with the round ball). This big guy next to us, hearing my accent, asked where I was from, and I replied "Way up North". "Oh," he says, "a sheepshagger." I unwisely (OK I was drunk, sue me) replied that I had never even heard of anyone having sexual relations with a sheep until I came down to the big city, and it must be something city boys fantasized about. Fortunately my friends got me out of there in one piece, but it was a close run thing, involving a lot of words and me buying him "a hauf an' a hauf" (a half pint of beer and a half gill [2.5 fl. oz.] of whisky).

Molly, what's wrong with Burns night?
Jodi, great post about Tartan Day and it's always fun to find other members here who are of Scottish ancestry. Both my wife and I have ancestors from Scotland and of the two of us she has a more distinguished heritage than do I, as she is a Livingston.
Meh, the song is good for a giggle with the right crowd. Don't worry, Ann accuses me of all sorts of vile things that have nothing to do with my ancestry.

Events for Tartan Day in Scotland can be found here.

Thanks to everyone who commented!
I'm having some internet trouble, so I've been on and off all afternoon. But, I'm paying attention on my phone when I can!
Just goes to show that you learn something everyday. Why this day isn't more famous is beyond me. Sounds like a great excuse to get drunk! Hey, The Irish do it. Why not? Nice history Jodi, but you seem to have irritated Irritated_ Mother!
Hey! My maiden name is Murray too! I'm not blood (I was adopted by my father) but still, it's my name. I always learn cool stuff when I hang out with you, Jodi.
Michael - I LOVE to irritate 1_Irritated_Castle_Loser! She's my bestest e-blip!

Lisa - I think that counts. Completely.
Jodi, I heart you! I too have the bagpipe song. (And I performed for quite a few tartan days. No, not the song, just dancing.)

och!
Late I am, as usual, but knot the least !
Slur the slander, twixt the beast
I am but humble Priest-ess
Driving forth my anscestors lot
And parse -el from their graves
How I wish more hae been saved !

Now I weave and I do bless
All my Scottish Tartan Art
Line by line and dot by dot
Fine seed beads come together thus
To make fine tapestry worn oer the heart.

May the legends never die
May Tartan Day ever show a pride
That we have, in-deed, survived
The ruthless slaughter
And shameful betrayal

Care not I for rigid rhyme
I am way past my own youthful prime
My guise is worn and I must abide
My senses reel and spirits collide
Tis the medium I choose to share
Lest we all be left threadbare
I want to shout and scream,
"I CARE" !
Is all you hear imp-erfection ?
God and Goddess in their domain
Are is as perfect as you claim
But do they show displeasure
Or any sign of bleak dis-tain ?
Then who are you to twist the knife
When what you feel is bitter strife
That is knot the kind of life
I want to hold
So I ask again to please be wary
Of thoughtless words
That oft do carry
Their mean-ing past the grave.
Do you not care enough to save
Some small token from History's past
Something Gold, meant to last
But not to horde
Oh, cruel Lord set me free
My art is democracy
And if you please I will sell
This fine pouch I have wrought
From common threads and beads
Tis a pleasing thought to think
intricate lines on paper with ink
Can so inspire such an artistic attire
As a memorial and tribute
Sing on, Oh Scottish choir !