
The Broch of Gurness, Mainland Orkney, Scotland, next to Eynhallow Sound. Photo courtesy, Historic Environment Scotland
A memory. I am remembering when I was at Skara Brae on the west coast of the Mainland, the largest of Scotland’s Orkney Islands. Skara Brae is the ruins of an ancient village. It’s the oldest Neolithic settlement in Europe and was here long before the Pyramids or Stonehenge.
Skara Brae sits alone amid heath and field, far from the nearest town, a cluster of round stone homes that had been forgotten for thousands of years, until a storm exposed the site in the winter of 1850.
In the unearthed ruins, they found many artifacts, including awls, knives, needles, bowls and ivory pins, many of them made from the teeth and bones of whales, orcas and walruses.
My brother and I and our wives visited ancient ruins all that week: the Ring of Brodgar, the Broch of Gurness, the Standing Stones of Stenness and Maeshowe, where, in more recent times, merely a thousand years ago, Viking sailors took shelter and left runic graffiti.
We also walked endlessly by the shore, watching the roiling currents and swift eddies, sometimes traipsing through fierce and chilling winds, and always surrounded by the barks of seals and the cries of the untold thousands of seabirds that nest in the cliff ledges.
The strange thing though is this: the old church and municipal records, many of them found at the Orkney Library and Archive in Kirkwall, say that my grandmother’s people lived only a few miles from Skara Brae before they came to America and the North Carolina coast. There’s a small loch nearby, in fact, with the family name, the Loch of Sabiston.
It’s an odd feeling. The Orkneys are all so foreign and different than what we’re used to. The shores there are rocky, cold and barren of trees, while ours are sandy, warm and forested.
Even the smell of the sea and the aromas of the fields and meadows are unlike anything we know. And yet, again and again, my brother and I turn to one another and say how much it feels like home.
This – in my opinion – is your most poetic expression that I have seen among your always descriptive and informed works. Beautifully done.
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I interviewed the former wilderness manager at Yosemite National Park who grew up in the park and whose maternal grandparents had long lived in the Sierra Nevada. On several occasions she referred to her “genetic roots” and her “genetic memory” to discuss her relationship to the landscape and her “sense of comfort and belonging in the woods.” Maybe you and your brother had found genetic roots on the coast of Scotland.
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I love your article. James sabiston was my great great grandpa, who came to Canada and worked for the Hudson Bay company, He was the son of John Sabiston born in Stromness, I am very excited to see the family Loch And Mill in May of this year. Here is a great link that my cousin put together along with a tale of how the family name came to be as well as with many of our ancestry information. I believe many sets of Sabistons came from the differnt parts of Scotland, perhaps your a decent of one of John’s children, or his siblings? https://www.tribalpages.com/family-tree/orkneysabistons
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We have just bought Sabiston Mill looking for early pre 1st world war photos do you have any?
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that’s fantastic! what a great building! regrettably, no photos though. will it be open to the public? my wife and i live in USA but we’re hoping to get back to the Orkneys in Aug/Sept
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