1. This week’s topic for the 52 ancestors challenge is strong woman. There’s quite a lot of choice among my ancestors but I’ve picked Auntie Violet, actually my grand aunt, sister of my grandmother Jessie. Unlike all the ancestors I’ve written about so far, I knew her and this blog includes my recollections as well as those of my mother, her niece.

Violet Sclater (1898-1991)

Violet was born at Kebro, Orphir, Orkney on 1 June 1898, a few minutes after her twin, Lily. She was the ninth child in a family of eleven. Elizabeth (Lil) Brown, their cousin, had to choose one as a “name daughter” and was advised “Don’t choose the peedie ane (little one), sheu’ll no live”. A serious under estimation of the feisty Violet, though Lily did outlive her by three weeks.

Kebro family 1960

Violet and surviving siblings, summer 1960. Lily on far right.

Auntie Violet never married, she lived most of her long life at Kebro and never set foot outside Orkney. In fact, I don’t think she ever travelled farther than the Orkney mainland. Small in stature at around five feet, she was a powerhouse.

With Lily, she looked after their mother, Jessie Linklater (1861-1929), their father James S Sclater (1857-1941) and then their uncle John Sclater (1863-1953) as well as their youngest brother Sinclair (1904-1960) who had Down’s Syndrome. That was in addition to working on the farm. Nothing very remarkable there perhaps, just the common lot of many an unmarried daughter. Violet was engaged at one time but never married, possibly held back by responsibilities at home.

James, Violet’s father, rented the nearby farm of Groundwater from the Smoogro estate and some of the family, including my grandmother Jessie and Violet, lived there and ran it. When the oldest brother James married, he needed a home of his own so took over a house there. Or at least part of it, for in Violet’s words “We had to have somewhere to keep the tatties!” (Story from my uncle.)

In charge

After their father died, Violet and her sister Lily took on the farm at Kebro, assisted by Willie Sinclair, the servant man or farm servant.  Life was not always easy for him, he came close to leaving more than once as he told my mother. He would be asked “Willie, get some water…  immediately”.  Nonetheless, he worked at Kebro for over 40 years continuing to live there until shortly before he died.

Kirbister School cookery class c1911

Cookery class, Kirbister School, Orphir c1912. Violet is 5th from right, back row, underneath the map

Auntie Violet and auntie Lily baked, brewed ale, made wonderful butter and cheese, worked on the farm, dealt with sheep, cattle and hens. I can still see the names of the cattle chalked on the wall above the stalls in the new byre, built with grant aid in the 1960s.

Almanac page

Farm diary October 1939. Note the air raid on the 17th.

When the farm of Oback came up for sale, Lily and Violet bought it to avoid bad neighbours, as they shared an access road. “We bought it with our own money that we saved up”, they impressed on me as child, presumably to spur me to similar efforts. For the time, 1946, it was fairly enterprising for single women but they were strivers.

“Never walk if you can run” was another watchword. But they were far from spartan, liking stylish clothes and being in fashion. New houses “with big windows”, so different from their own home, were greatly admired.  (Blog about Kebro coming soon)

Singling neeps (swedes). Left to right: Uncle John, sisters Barbara and Lily, Violet.

Stubborn, bossy, pernickety about doing the right thing in the right way, usually her way, Violet might disagree with Lily but woe betide anyone else who disagreed with them. Auntie Violet was also someone who always had time for her many nieces, nephews, grand nieces, grand nephews, not least children, and a large extended family. Hospitality and generosity were second nature and she was great fun, with an ability to laugh at herself.

Speed

Running rather than walking carried risks. My mother and father went to visit one stormy night when Violet and Lily were in their very late 70s or early 80s. Unusually the outside light was not switched on as soon as the car drew up. Because of the weather, the two sisters had assumed there would be no visitors that night so had been cleaning cutlery and washing the (stone) floor of their living room. Panic ensued at the sound of a car.

I can hear the shrieks of Auntie Violet as I write: “Gooood, hid’s visitors Lily”. The mop and bucket were stowed in the passage to “ben” (the best room) but one sister, speeding to put something else away, ran into the corridor and kicked over the bucket!! My mother spent the first part of the visit clearing up the water. And no doubt all four sat down to a good supper with home baking.

Sisters

Actually, this is as much about Lily as Violet as in many ways they were inseparable. Both were strong women, though Lily was more gentle and rather more adventurous. They spent their last years in St Peter’s House, the Eventide Home, in Stromness, sharing a bedroom as they had done for their entire lives. Auntie Violet died on 15 April 1991 followed, mercifully, by Auntie Lily on 4 May the same year.

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4 comments so far

  1. Linda Wylie says:

    Loved reading this story

  2. Loretta Smith (nee sclater) says:

    My dad used to tell me stories of my I think great great aunts Lilly and violet and kept a news paper cutting that mum has somewhere about them being Britain's oldest surviving twins. Xx ty so much Jane I have loved reading this. X hopefully I will come meet you real soon x

  3. Janealogy says:

    Thanks. Yes your great great aunts. Did you notice your great grandfather in the back row of the colour photo? I vaguely remember a newspaper article now you mention it. Will see if my mother has it.

  4. Carol Nicolson says:

    The aunties. We used to.love going there. Tea was amazing as you got cheese triangles and crisps for tea. At peat time we got a mars bar which was amazing. When I married me and David used to visit Kebro and later St Peter's when home on holidays. Wonderful people they were. Difficult to tell them.apart except they had different glasses that is how I knew which one I was speaking too.

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