An Old Greek Quote

Mrs Trellis repeated this apparent old Greek Quote only yesterday, 

She was less serious than when we met last

“ Happiness is when old men plant trees the Shade of which they know they will never sit in “ 

 I think the second lockdown has made me a little low.

Would I called it a bit depressed? I’m not sure . I always hate, with a vengeance when people bandy around self diagnosing here and using the very serious descriptions of depression where something like despondency would be more appropriate. 

But I concede, I’ve felt low enough to be tearful almost daily and flat enough to react in an exaggerated manner when the church laburnum was felled.

I also found myself mulling over a recent contact by my ex husband who messaged me wanting a more friendly communication .Alas it’s very easy to be magnanimous when you have moved on and you are happy and perhaps all you want are things  to be neat and tidy and filed neatly and away, guilt free. 

I found myself wanting more communication from him, not the best thing when you are not happy, lonely and you’ve not moved on as far as you would like.

I’ve asked him not to contact me again.

Back to Mrs Trellis’ adapted quote

I bought a replacement laburnum tree to replace the felled beauty in the graveyard and village elder, Islwyn helped me plant it

I found the whole thing rather moving

Happiness is indeed when old men  plants a tree , the shade of which we will never sit in

Anyway

Dorothy passed a small plastic fish in her poo on Friday 

It was popped on top of her turd like a cherry on a tart

The fish was one you find in sushi boxes filled with soy

I haven’t eaten sushi for months 

Time to smile again

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Rachel

This is Rachel Chiesley. She married James Erskine, son of the noble Earl of Mar in Edinburgh - probably in 1707. Later Erskine was ennobled becoming Lord Grange so on that day Rachel Chiesley became Lady Grange.

They belonged to Scotland's  ruling elite and lived in comfort as Lord Grange  climbed the ladder of success in the legal profession, later becoming a Member of Parliament in London. Lady Grange bore nine children during a marriage that lasted for twenty five years but then things seemed to fall apart.

Not only was Lord Grange a womanising drinker he was also strongly  suspected of being in league with The Jacobites who sought to restore The House of Stuart to the British throne. Lady Grange may have been witness to some of her husband's clandestine meetings.

Undoubtedly, Lady Grange was not a shrinking violet. She spoke her mind and was not prepared to stand silently by as her husband committed his various misdemeanours - both private and political. She had been a dutiful wife,  bearing nine children to Erskine. As a consequence of this she probably never imagined that her husband would arrange for her to be kidnapped and effectively imprisoned in faraway places but that is what happened.

In those days Lowland Scotland was very different from Highland Scotland. For one thing Scots mostly spoke English in the lowlands and Scottish Gaelic in the Western Isles and Highland regions. They were two dissimilar worlds.

For six years - between 1734 and 1740 she was exiled to the remote island of St Kilda where she lived a harsh life with the islanders charged with accommodating her. At first she spoke no Gaelic  and boats rarely called there. She was very much like a fish out of water. 

Lord Grange spun many tales of his wife's unreasonable behaviour. He painted her as a madwoman and was supported by his peers. Letters from Lady Grange do not indicate that she was crazy but her cruel exile - out of sight out of mind - may have driven her to despair.

In 1740 she was transferred to The Isle of Skye and ultimately that is where she died at the age of 66 in 1745, the year before The Battle of Culloden which effectively killed off the Jacobite rebellions. In that same year Lord Grange married Fanny Lindsay, his London mistress.

I know these things because I have just finished reading  "The Prisoner of St Kilda" by Margaret Macaulay.

By the way, if I was asked to make a list of the ten places in the world I would most like to visit St Kilda would come top - above The Valley of the Kings in Egypt  and  Pitcairn Island in The Pacific. Even above Florence in South Carolina, Ludwigsburg in Germany, The Sheep's Head Peninsula in Ireland and Red Deer in Alberta, Canada.

Lady Grange on St Kilda

by Edwin Morgan

They say I'm mad, but who would not be mad

on Hirta, when the winter raves along

the bay and howls through my stone hut, so strong

they thought I was and so I am, so bad

they thought I was and beat me black and blue

and banished me, my mouth of bloody teeth

and banished me to live and cry beneath

the shriek of sea-birds, and eight children too

we had, my lord, though I know what you are,

sleekit Jacobite, showed you up, you bitch,

and screamed outside your close at Niddry's Wynd,

until you set your men on me, and far

I went from every friend and solace, which

was cruel, out of mind, out of my mind.

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