My maternal great grandfather (that is, my mother’s mother’s father) was a
shadowy character from the word go. According to an aunt, in one of her more
lucid moments, he had been ‘a military man’.
Apart from that vague snippet, alI we knew was that his first name was Finlay, thus bequeathing to me, the self-appointed family historian, an annoying selection of variant spellings of the forename which cropped up not only in documents pertaining to the man himself but also applied to several descendants. Great grandfather, his parents, the Census enumerators and the British Army, seemed to prefer Finlay but he also answered to Finley andFindlay . His
only son was named William Finlay. A later descendant sticks to
Finley. Mercifully great grandpa’s surname was plain and simple: Gibson.
Apart from that vague snippet, alI we knew was that his first name was Finlay, thus bequeathing to me, the self-appointed family historian, an annoying selection of variant spellings of the forename which cropped up not only in documents pertaining to the man himself but also applied to several descendants. Great grandfather, his parents, the Census enumerators and the British Army, seemed to prefer Finlay but he also answered to Finley and
Finlay Gibson (1841-1924) |
Neither forename nor surname marked him as being of obviously
Scottish descent, though it was in Ayrshire, Scotland, that he spent the
greater part of his life and he lies buried in that county, in the village of
Stevenston.
Stevenston’s primary claim to fame is that towards
the end of the 19th c Nobel’s Dynamite Factory was located there, cushioned
amongst the sand dunes on the isolated beach in the hope of minimizing or at
least containing the dangers of explosion inherent in producing such a volatile
material.
Despite precautions, however, explosions occurred
from time to time, causing maiming and fatalities among those inhabitants who
were employed at the ‘dinnamit’, as it was called in local parlance.
Many years later, when the dynamite factory was no
longer in existence, I visited the area and spoke to other great grandchildren
whose ancestors, male and female, had worked at the dinnamit, by which colloquial term it was then still known. They
seemed amazed and pleased that someone from as far distant as South Africa
should mention the word and claim this odd sort of kinship.
Women workers at the dynamite factory. Photo: Ayrshire Libraries Forum |
At first uncertain what duties were covered by this occupation, it became clear to me that Finlay would be positioned at the factory
entrance to search everyone going in for any sign of matches or other
inflammable material carried on their person, and to make sure such items were
removed. It was a vital task carrying authority and responsibility. No doubt
Finlay had a vested interest in carrying out his duties well, since several
members of his family were among the factory’s workforce.
Workers being searched for matches before being admitted to the factory. Photo: Ayrshire Libraries Forum
To be continued.
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