On day 17 we had a few hours to kill before we needed to get to the Glasgow airport which was a little more than a one hour drive from our B&B in Edinburgh, so we drove to the nearby town of Musselburgh, which is really a suburb of Edinburgh. My sister, who loves researching our family history, discovered that we do have Scottish roots, and she traced them to Musselburgh. I decided to find the oldest church in Musselburgh, and we would then just browse through the graveyard, hoping to find the graves of my kin.
This is St. Michael's Parish church in Musselburgh, built in 1805. It replaced the original church which is dated back to 1547. My relatives, Marjorie Lambert and her husband, Sir James Hoge. In 1682 they were on board a ship to America. Marjorie died on the ship, but Sir James made it to Frederick, Virginia, where he died that same year.
They had two sons, George and William. Both survived the crossing, and settled in Virginia and Delaware.
Unfortunately I didn’t find the graves of any Hoges or Lamberts, and it was impossible to read any of the grave stones older than 1800. The church was locked so we couldn't talk to anyone inside. Wish we had more time to further explore our Scottish connection.
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| From the graveyard surrounding the church you could see the Firth of Forth |
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We were on the road by 7 AM, and in Sugar Hill by 9 AM where the iris were finally blooming, I was very glad to be home.



























































