John McDonald Beattie (1860-1936) - According to His Daughter, Kate

John McDonald and
Ursilla Katherine Bruce Beattie
In July 2017, cousin ES shared with me the Life History of George and Kate Findlay, a document featuring an oral history recorded and transcribed by George and Kate’s grandson, NS, and some sections composed by Kate herself. It has such a wealth of information, and George and Kate’s granddaughter BR said, “It sounds just like Grandma used to talk.” 

Some of the information included in this life history are details of Kate’s parents (Ella's maternal grandparents), John McDonald Beattie (1860-1936) and Ursilla (pronounced "yer-SILL-a) Katherine Bruce Beattie (1862-1937).

As we are in the process of having a gravestone placed on John and Ursilla’s currently unmarked grave in Allenvale Cemetery, Aberdeen, Scotland, I thought I’d include excerpts from George and Kate’s history here. 

This is John McDonald and Ursilla Katherine Bruce Beattie, according to their only child, Ursula (pronounced "ER-sill-a) Katherine Bruce Beattie Findlay, known to most as Kate. 

Kate described her parents as having "lived a happy married life together… . They never had too much money but love abided in their home." What a tender tribute!

Also see the blog post about John's wife, Ursilla Katherine Bruce Beattie, here (https://greatflyingscots.blogspot.com/2017/02/meet-ursilla-katherine-bruce-beattie.html). 

And please note: I’ve added clarifying details to Kate's narrative in brackets.
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My father [John McDonald Beattie] was born in Aberdeen, Scotland of humble parentage. His mother [Elizabeth Beattie] was not married and had to work for her living at a Jute works [flax mill]. Her folks [Adam and Janet Petrie Beattie] looked after the baby while she was at work. 

His mother [Elizabeth Beattie] had gone with this man [John McDonald] and she became pregnant and then she found out he was a married man. He came from Grantown and that’s down by Leith. He must have been doing a job up there in Aberdeen. She proved it through the courts. 

Of his childhood I know nothing until he reached the year of 10. [This date might be slightly off as his mother passed when he was 9 years old, and he was living at the Aberdeen Institute for the Deaf and Dumb just after he turned 10. See the footnote 1 for more details.](1)

This was a turning point in his life as one day while playing near the fire in the kitchen a large pot, which was hanging [with chains] over the fire with boiling water in it, fell on him and the shock took away his hearing also speech…I don’t know if it was the pot or the water that struck him. He didn’t have any marks on his face but he was totally deaf and I only once heard him speak and the only time I ever him angry. He never lost his temper but this time he did. He swore and that was the only word I ever heard my father say. 

But my father, after his accident, his mother was a [flax] mill worker, and I suppose she couldn’t look after him but she could have done better than she did….The family being poor could not look after him or educate him as they put him into a school for the deaf.  But in doing so they seem to have deserted him completely as from that day till he was sixteen years of age they never visited him. So in his pride he in turn did not go visit them the remainder of his life.(2)

[The home that he was put in is] still there but I don’t know what it’s used for now but it was a small
John McDonald and
Ursilla Katherine Bruce Beattie
home.(3) He never said he was cruelly used. He said that he stayed there until he was 16 but she never came to see him. She never sent a card at Christmas time or took him out at vacation time and so he wouldn’t go and see her. I got that same pride. So I never went to see his folks. I’ve done their genealogy but I’ve never seen them. 


He took up the trade of Boiler making.(4) 

In Aberdeen there was an excellent Deaf and Dumb Institute … on Rose Street in Aberdeen (5) ... so in the evenings he went there and met others like himself and played draughts or cards or billiards. On Sundays going to service at the church attached to the Institute. He met my mother there. She was just on a visit to Aberdeen on her way back home to Shetland Islands. 

[The Deaf and Dumb Institute is] … a very nice building with three floors and as you went in the door there was the office. It was kept up mostly by donations from wealthy families all around. Workplaces used to have a work day that they donated. The big houses, the families like Lady Birnie, were very good to the deaf. 

On the bottom floor as you walked along the passage there was a great big dance hall and there was a stage and a kitchen. They used to have parties and the Christmas parties with a great big Christmas tree. 

There were dances once a month and the floor was wooden and it always was kept polished so that they could dance beautifully. When they danced the floor bounced and the music was felt with their feet and they could keep up with it and dance and some of them were real good dancers.

Upstairs was a small church that was very pretty and very nice and they always had a good service and the singing was all done by the hands. Next to that a big kitchen and that was where they had classes for the women. Sewing, baking, and all that kind of stuff. 

Upstairs again was a big, real nice room for the men. It had billiard tables and all kinds of games. The other room was a reading room and there the best of magazines. We could borrow a book from the library. The children of the families all knew each other and were good pals and went to the picnics and parties. Very few that are married, that both of them are deaf and dumb that have deaf children. In those days measles caused deafness mostly and diphtheria and scarlet fever or an accident like my father and my mother. It’s very seldom that they are born deaf.

[My mother’s] family were not pleased at [my parent’s] courtship as my father came of working people, however, they saw that they were suitably married and then washed their hands of my mother. She was 38 years of age when she married; their first baby was born when she was 40 and the baby died before birth. Then two years later I was born to them. 

She and my dad lived a happy married life together….They never had too much money but love abided in their home. 

My father in disposition was of a happy nature. Kindly and loving. To my knowledge he had a smooth, uneventful life just doing day by day normal things of life….He was a good man, a gentle person. He had a sense of humor, that’s where I get mine. He would tease my mother….He lived till he was 76 years of age. 

In that time I tried to find out about his people but could find nothing and even I went to the Edinburgh Registrar Office but I couldn’t find anything. He was known by the name of John McDonald Beattie. His mother was Elizabeth Beattie so she had registered him in her own name. 

However in July of 1954 a dear friend of mine in Edinburgh, Scotland wanted to know if she could do anything for me. So I wrote her asking if her son who was on vacation in Edinburgh could go to the Registrar Office and see if he could get information on my father’s mother as I knew nothing of his father I couldn’t ask about him. Well in September 1954 his reply came back and the reply was that he had discovered a statement which said that the Elizabeth Beattie had proved the parentage of her child John McDonald Beattie to one named John McDonald. 

[In January 1864, a little over 3 years after John was born, his mother Elizabeth had the birth entry corrected.] "In an action relating to the paternity of a child named John McDonald Beattie born on or about 31 October 1860, at the instance [?] of Poor Elizabeth Beattie, Millworker, [?] St. Andrew Street, Aberdeen, against John McDonald, Boilermaker, Kirkpatricksland, [?] Street, …. the Sheriff of Edinburghshire on the 10th of December 1863, found that the said child was the Illegitimate child of the parties afore[?]."(6)


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John passed away on 8 May 1936, when he was 75 years old, of chronic endocarditis, chronic bronchitis, and a peptic ulcer, at his home at 26 1/2 Bank Street, Aberdeen. He and Ursilla (who passed away the following year) are buried in Allenvale Cemetery in Aberdeen.(7)
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Notes and Sources:

  1. Per statutory death records, Elizabeth Beattie passed away on 7 July 1869, when John was 9 years old. Perhaps he lived with Elizabeth’s parents after that? Or were they already living with them? In any case, Elizabeth’s parents, Adam and Janet Petrie Beattie soon passed also, on 25 Mar 1869 and 26 October 1869, respectively. 
  2. Through email correspondence with Aberdeen University, which keeps some records on the Aberdeen Institute for the Deaf and Dumb, I learned the following on 13 Oct 2017: “I have checked through the minute book of the Aberdeen Institute for the Deaf and Dumb (MS 3428/2) and found a reference to a John Beattie: “November 28th 1870 - John Beattie, an orphan illegitimate sent by St Nicholas Parochial Board joined the institution Thursday 24th November.” It’s heartbreaking to think that, per Kate’s understanding of his childhood, that his family never visited or wrote letters and had abandoned him, but in reality, they had all passed away. However, I'm wondering where John lived or who he lived with between the time his grandmother died (26 October 1869) and he was admitted to the Aberdeen Institute for the Deaf and Dumb on 28 November 1870.
  3. I wonder, where was this building, that was an orphanage/home for deaf children?
  4. Still to do: Research more about the ironworker trade and the Aberdeen Iron Foundry (location, examples of work, etc.)
  5. I also wonder whether the building on Rose street that housed the Aberdeen Institute for the Deaf and Dumb is still there?
  6. Wow, did John's mother, Elizabeth have guts! It was 3 years after John's birth that she had his birth entry corrected to include John's father's name. But we're so glad she did! She must have been a strong woman, despite the apparent ridicule she received, insulting her by calling her "poor Elizabeth."
  7. Read more about John McDonald and Ursilla Katherine Bruce Beattie's final resting spot here: https://greatflyingscots.blogspot.com/2017/05/john-mcdonald-and-ursilla-katherine.html

Got Ancestor Photos?

Hello cousins far and wide!
George Findlay in WWI - Back Row, 5th from Right

I've been working to organize the handful of ancestor photos that I have (many of which have been posted here on the blog), and I thought I'd inquire to see what photos other family members might have as well.

Maybe you have some ancestor photos on display at your home? Or in a photo album? Or in an envelope tucked away in a drawer? Or in a shoe box on a closet shelf?

Caroline Smith Love Rogers -
Sister to Charlesina Smith Love Findlay
If you don't mind scanning or taking a digital photo of them (even on your smartphone), I'd love to expand our collective family's "album" and make it available to anyone who's interested.

Feel free to reach out to me via the contact form at the bottom of this page if you have something to share! And likewise, send me a note through the same form if you'd like a higher resolution version of any photo posted to the blog.

Thank you! - KF



A Eulogy for George Findlay, by His Dear Friend John Freestone

George and Kate Findlay
Included in the Life History of George and Katherine Findlay (Ella’s parents) is this treasure: the eulogy for George, given at his funeral by the Findlay’s dear friend John Freestone, on September 23, 1970.

The Findlays first met John when he was a missionary in the British Mission, serving for a time in Aberdeen. They quickly became friends and had a weekly tradition to gather together for “interesting discussions” and singing along as George played the piano. John was about 6 years younger than them, so he was similar in age. John finished his mission in 1931 and the Findlays were baptized the following year in 1932.(1)

What especially stands out to Ella about the friendship between her parents and John is that as a man in his early 20s returning home from his mission, John could have easily lost contact with the Findlays and carried on with his life in America, but he kept in touch with them for the next 17 years (!) by airmail correspondence. It was John who was their sponsor when they emigrated to America, and he was loyal to the Findlays their entire lives (he was even the emcee at Ralph and Ella's wedding reception).

Here is the text of the eulogy John gave for George. Minor edits to paragraph spacing and punctuation have been made to improve readability.

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We have met this day to pay loving respect to the memory of a husband, father, grandfather, George Findlay. He was born in Aberdeen, Scotland, on the 4th of January, 1903, and passed from his mortal existence on this earth here in Mesa on September 20, 1970.

On September 20, 1930, a young missionary from Arizona arrived in Aberdeen, just 40 years to the day prior to George's passing. I was that young missionary. A few days later I had the opportunity of meeting George and Katherine, and their young child Ina, where I was made welcome in their home.

During the next few months my companion and I made it a Saturday night habit to visit the Findlay home. We were always greeted royally with a nice dinner, after which we would gather around for interesting conversation and discussions on many topics including religion, politics, and history. Often we would gather about the piano where George would display one of his many talents, one not known to all his acquaintances, that of playing the piano while we all joined in singing hymns or Scottish ballads.

Our friendship started there and has continued ever since. After my return in Arizona in 1931, George kept in contact with me through correspondence for seventeen years. During this time he expressed his deep desire to bring his family to America for the advantages he felt would accrue from such a move.
Letters from John to George.
Source: The Life History of
George and Katherine Findlay

Then came World War II, making it temporarily impossible to fulfill his dream, but being a very determined, resolute man he persisted in obtaining that goal, and it was my privilege to sponsor him to this country. He came as a vanguard for the rest of the family, arriving here on Christmas Eve in 1948.

There were no passenger flights by jets in those days, so he came by boat, arriving in New York City on [Dec 20], 1948.(2) While going through customs an inspector asked him where he was going and what his occupation was. The inspector could hardly believe his answer. “You, a Scottish boatwright, going to Arizona?” George pointed to the blizzard in process and replied, “Do you see that weather out there? Well, I’m fed up with it and that’s why I’m going to Arizona.” This incident was typical of him.

George stayed in our home until we could locate an apartment for him in Mesa. A day or two after he was [settled], we came by to check up on him and to find out how he was getting along. He said that he had been walking around the town but that he got lost. I asked him how this could happen in a town with wide, straight streets laid out east to west and north to south. He replied that was the very reason he got lost was that all of the streets looked alike whereas back in Scotland: “Each street had a character of its ane.”

Being a fiercely independent man, George soon found employment on his own. For the rest of his working days here in Mesa, he engaged in carpentry, which was the nearest approach to what he knew best vocationally. He became a pattern maker and many of the mouldings and facings of government and private structures are the result of his skilled handicraft.

Five months following his arrival, Katherine and Ella arrived, then another five months passed before Ina arrived. The family was reunited and the dream of many years fulfilled.

George loved his native land. This love is characterized by the words of the great Scottish writer, Sir Walter Scott, “Breathes there a man with soul so dead, who never to himself has said, ‘This is my own, my native land.’”

He especially loved the sea and the ships that sailed upon it. You would only need to engage him in conversation for a few minutes to discover that he was Scottish - no so much by his brogue as by the content of his conversation. He was extremely proud of his Scottish heritage. There is an old saying that “Strong winds make strong trees.” George lived in a land of extreme weather and other hardships such as was experienced during the World War II days when the city of Aberdeen, the beautiful city of silver granite, was frequently bombed.(3)

George was a great believer in brotherhood. For this reason he espoused many causes to promote his feelings in this regard. He joined The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and became a staunch member.

In 1939, he was appointed president of the church branch in Aberdeen. He was given a blessing and a promise that if he would discharge his duties faithfully that his life would be protected and spared through the dark days which lay ahead. This he determined to do. For the next nine years every scheduled meeting was held under his direction. This record was not achieved by any other branch in Scotland. Sometimes only three or four came to the meetings because of the danger of falling bombs from air raids.(4)

Then came an incident which underscored the promise made to him. One night while at work in the shipyard, the boss of the small crew said, “Let’s call it a night and all go to the tavern.” All went except George. Being true to his trust and faithful to his beliefs, he went directly home. A little later an unscheduled single enemy plane flew over the city. There was no alarm sounded by siren. A bomb was dropped. The tavern was destroyed, taking the lives of all who were in it.

After coming to America, George continued his faithful service to his fellow man. He has served two local missions and at the time of his passing was acting in the capacity of first counselor to the High Priest Group Leader.

George leaves a rich legacy to his family and friends. Not one to be counted in dollars and cents, but one to be counted in character and culture. He was not privileged to have a son. However he was privileged to obtain two wonderful sons-in-law, Ina’s husband, Frank Slade, and Ella’s husband, Ralph Mitchell. And, in addition, he has been blessed with 10 grandchildren, five grandsons and five granddaughters. And thus he saw fulfilled in this posterity the paramount dream and goal of his life.

Also surviving, along with Katherine, are his [four] sisters, two in Scotland [Caroline and Marjorie], Ethel Grant of Mesa, and Elizabeth of Washington state, who is here today; and a brother, Jack, who resides in New Zealand.

To all of these survivors, I would like to say, Cherish the memory of this great individual. It will bring strength to you in time of trial and adversity, and comfort to you in all situations. You may be justly proud of your heritage. In the words of our Saviour, “Let not your hearts be troubled; for in my father’s house are many mansions, and I have prepared a place for you; and where my father and I am, there you shall be also.” Any sadness of farewell that we may feel this day will be more than compensated for in the future when there will be a happy reunion.


Given by John Freestone, September 23rd, 1970
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Notes and Sources:

  1. Although Ella talks frequently of John Freestone having taught her parents when he was a missionary serving in Aberdeen, she couldn’t remember if he baptized them as well. I have a copy of Katherine’s baptism certificate so we know who baptized her, but I haven’t yet located George’s baptism certificate. But by piecing together details from the eulogy it’s now clear that they were baptized after John went home. John mentions that he returned to Arizona in 1931, and we know that Katherine was baptized on 11 June 1932 and George on 13 June 1932. For more details on George and Katherine’s conversion, see these blog posts: George and Kate Findlay Meet the Mormons (https://greatflyingscots.blogspot.com/2017/08/george-and-kate-findlay-meet-mormons.html); On the Banks of the River Dee (https://greatflyingscots.blogspot.com/2014/10/on-banks-of-river-dee-aberdeen.html)
  2. The scan of the eulogy is hard to make out in parts, and it seems that the date listed as George's arrival at the New York harbor is June 5, 1948. However, according to the passenger list of the S. S. Mauretania that we have, his arrival is listed as December 20, 1948, which also then fits with the timeframe of George arriving in Mesa on Christmas Eve, 1948. Read more about the Findlays emigration story here: https://greatflyingscots.blogspot.com/2014/10/across-oceans-and-continents_27.html
  3. Read more memories of WWII in these blog posts: At Home and Abroad: Family Members’ Military Service in WWII (https://greatflyingscots.blogspot.com/2014/05/at-home-and-abroad-family-members.html); The War Years: Air Raids, City and Countryside, and Strength in the Gospel (https://greatflyingscots.blogspot.com/2014/06/the-war-years-air-raids-city-and.html); Memories of Aberdeen During WWII (https://greatflyingscots.blogspot.com/2017/10/memories-of-aberdeen-during-wwii.html)
  4. Read more about the Findlays and the Aberdeen Branch in the 1930s and 1940s here: https://greatflyingscots.blogspot.com/2016/02/the-findlays-and-aberdeen-branch-in.html