Like most people, I’m fascinated by my own lineage. I don’t have to look far for good story material, like the fact that my family helped build the RMS Titanic. Yes, it’s true. Although as a family we accept no responsibility for the sinking of that infamous ship. (Insert your own smile)
My paternal great-grandfather and his son Richard (my grandfather) were both riveters on the building of the Titanic in the Belfast shipyard in N. Ireland. In fact, it was my grandfather’s very first ship as he began his apprenticeship at 14. It all sounds rather hoity-toity, but really most people who come from Belfast have that dubious honor, since the shipyard employed the majority of men in my grandparents’ era.
But . . . on my mother’s side, my great-great grandfather died of cholera when he was serving in the British Army in Colonial India at the turn of the last century. His wife on her return trip to Ireland gave birth to their son on the Island of St. Helena where Napoleon was originally buried.
And continuing my bragging, another great uncle served as an officer in the British Cavalry at the time of Lord Louis Mountbatten (Queen Elizabeth’s cousin and the last Viceroy to British India). We’ve got family photos of him being inspected by King George VI and later again by the Queen Mother. That fluffs up our feathers of family pride, I can tell you.
Having interesting historical tidbits in my own family have kept the fires of my imagination stoked for years, but I also enjoy the ordinary folks in my lineage, like my great-aunt Maggie and her delightful Irish farm, set on rolling green hills and dotted with sheep and lambs. Ireland really is a magical place. I’ve stood on majestic cliff tops in gales overlooking the North Sea. I’ve walked around medieval walled cities like Londonderry, had tea in thatched cottages, and breathed in a peat fire burning in an Irish fireplace. And I’ve been to India inspired by those ancestors of mine.
I’m pleased as punch with my Irish roots, terrific fodder for books. But then it was the Irish oral tradition of handing stories down through the generations that got me started in the story-telling business in the first place.
Combine that with the fact that I live just across the border from Washington State’s gorgeous Cascade Mountains, and the Lord has provided novel settings galore.
Christine Lindsay is the author of multi-award-winning Christian trilogy Twilight of the British Raj, Book 1 Shadowed in Silk, Book 2 Captured by Moonlight, and Book 3 Veiled at Midnight. Christine’s Irish wit is evident in her contemporary romance Londonderry Dreaming and in her newest release Sofi’s Bridge. This fun-loving author and her husband live on the west coast of Canada.
Coming August 2016 is the release of Christine’s non-fiction Finding Sarah—Finding Me: A Birthmother’s Story. Read for free the first chapters of all of Christine’s books HERE in Christine’s Books.