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Eachdraidh Ghoirid Dhealbhaichte de Rubh’ an Teampaill, an Taobh Tuath
The shores around the chapel at Northton (called Rubh’ an Teampaill in Gaelic, meaning Headland of the Temple) are some of the earliest places we know of that people settled in the islands. In 2001, archaeologists found charred hazelnut shells deep beneath the ground that were dated to around 7,000 BC, meaning there were people…
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Rachel Martin
Scadabay to Cape Breton My name is Raonaid a’ Bhreabadair, and you can tell from my name that my father was a weaver. Now that they are starting to keep records in the English language, they are calling us Martins, and as for my own name – sometimes they are making it Rachel or Ronalda…
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Donald Morrison
Pabbay to Cape North I am Donald Morrison, and I was born in Baile na Cille, on the Isle of Pabbay in the Sound of Harris – and you will easily find the ruins of my father’s house, for there is a well just at the corner of the house – Tobar Fhionnlaidh – and…
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Caitriona Aonghais Ruaraidh
Horgabost to Australia They say that if you once leave home it doesn’t matter how far you go – and that surely must apply to me, for I am right on the opposite side of the world from where I was born in Cuidinish. I am Catriona Aonghais Ruairidh, and my people came originally from…
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Margaret MacKinnon
Seilebost to Manitoba My name is Margaret MacKinnon – Mairead Phannaidh – and my father’s name, Panny, is short for Bannatyne, for my great grandfather’s father was called after Lord Bannatyne, whose family had the farm at Luskentyre at one time – and they say that he got a golden guinea as a christening present…
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John MacLeod
Teilisnish to North Carolina My name is John MacLeod – Iain mac Mhurchaidh ‘ic Dhomhnaill Bhàin (John son of Murdo son of Fair-haired Donald) – and I was born in the village of Teilisnish, in the deer forest of North Harris. My father and my uncles were foresters – gamekeepers you would call them today…
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Sùil air Ais air Mànais (pàirt 3)
Thàinig sinn chun a’ Mhachaire air an ochdamh latha fichead dhen Chèitean 1937. Tha cuimhn’ agam air mar an là an-dè. ‘S ann mu dhà bhliadhna roimhe sin a chaidh am Machaire a roinn an àird. Bha ochd fearainn ann a Horgabost agus fichead ann an Seilebost.
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Sùil air Ais air Mànais (pàirt 2)
Ri linn mo sheanar bhitheadh an crodh a-staigh anns na taighean aca; bha piuthar mo sheanmhair ri taobh an taigh againn ‘s bha teine meadhan an làir aice. ‘S nuair a thogadh i e dh’fheumadh tu dhol a-mach nam bitheadh fèath ann, no bhitheadh a’ cheò ri dol air do shùilean.
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Sùil air Ais air Mànais (pàirt 1)
An t-astar a b’ fhaide chaidh mise riamh, ‘a ann an latha chrùnadh an rìgh, air an dàrna latha deug dhan a’ Chèitean, 1937. Thàinig sinn, sgoilearan Mhànais, gu tràigh Sgarastaigh, agus ‘s e sin a’ chiad gainmheach a chunnaic mi riamh.
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Sùil air Ais air Cuidhtinis (pàirt 3)
Bhiodh Donnchadh Bàn Tàillear, à Sruth Mòr, e fhèin agus a’ bhean, bhiodh iad a’ gabhail an leabhair mun deigheadh iad dhan an leabaidh. ‘S dòcha gun teirigeadh am paireafain, agus nuair a dheigheadh an solas às chanadh am bodach ris a’ chailleach, “Tionndaidh fàd eile anns an teine airson mionaid bheag.” ‘S thionndaidheadh i fàd anns an teine agus bhlazeadh e ‘n àird’ agus bha iad an uair sin a’ seinn salm eile.
