Ringland Ancestry

1:22:32 AM EDT
Hearing TV, coming from the bedroom

Growing up in a world of travel, is akin to being in the military.  Consequently, the constant move each and every three years, whether or not you was prepared or ready for it, played no hazard to my previous lifestyle.

As a youth in the fishing villages, of Connecticut, as well as, finishing my required formal education, on the Gulf of Mexico, swimming, boating, fishing, racing boats, roller skating in shows, even on 19 inch stilt skates, I dare say I had a very active, not to mention rewarding childhood and teen lifetime.

There are disadvantages, in some of these activities, though.  Some, that even haunt me even today, at age 73.  These being a sever case of arthritis and very banged up knees.  On the other hand, I can attribute much of these ailments to a continued lifetime of abuse to the body, with, several forms of activity, in my, Army Career.  Inclusive would be, over 200  jumps from perfectly good aircraft, being a certified bowling instructor, certified mountain climbing instructor, skiing-downhill and cross country instructor, water safety instructor, martial arts instructor, and, following 20+ years of this life, I elected to become a Locksmith/Security Consultant, working in this field for another 20+ years.  Many jobs required, kneeling, for long periods of time, and /or cramped up in small places, again for lengthy periods.

(to be continued, later)

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2:54:08 PM EST

Grandpa Ringland, was a member of the United States Navy, during World War I.  He was released, following the war, as a Chief Machinist Mate.  He was a professional Brick Mason, and assisted in the construction of the hospital I was born in, at New London, Connecticut.

Gramps was a gifted builder of boats, of all sizes, from "dingies" to Trawler Class fishing boats.  He, assisted by my Dad, used to build these sea faring craft in the big shop, in his back yard, then launch them in the cove, further behind the property.  The way Mumford's Cove was laid out, they had to take the larger boats out into the channel and anchor them, until low tide, in order to move them under the bridge, which spanned the channel form Fisher's Island Sound and Mumford's Cove, which ran way back into the land, up near a large Dairy Farm, owned by the Beckworth's.

We all used to dive off the bridge, at high tide, and sometimes the current ran so swift that we could only dive, with the flow.  That is until I learned how to twist, in the air, landing with the tide flow.  I remember the first time I "dared" this feat, I entered the water too steep, and my hands hit the rocks on the bottom.  It was these rocks that Gramps and Dad had to be cautious of, because if the keel were to scrape over the larger rocks, it could have torn a hole in the bottom of the boat.

Later in life, following our move to Bradenton, Florida, I learned how to assist Dad in the building of boats, only in this case, we built our own racing boats.  Dad would build runabouts and hydroplanes.  He drove the runabouts and I drove the hydroplanes.  Dad's boat was named "Butt Buster" and his Florida Federation of Outboard Clubs number was 220, while I had number 119, and my hydro was named "Goom-Bye."  We competed in races all over the state, when we had the money to buy Amoco White Gas, at thirty-five cents a gallon, and the money for the trips to the lakes, coastline, bays, or rivers, wherever the race was conducted.  For example all the races in Bradenton or Palmetto, were held in the Manatee River, where as in Sarasota, they were always in Sarasota Bay, which was fed by the Gulf of Mexico.

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5:53:41 AM EST
Feeling Quiet
Hearing The wife snoring

To begin with, I learned early in my life, that I was a descendent of Scottish Highlanders.  I can remember seeing and hearing my Grandfather dressed to the hilt in his Kilts, with all the Clan Regala, and playing his Bag Pipe.......................On my Mother's side, her Grand Mother was a Princess in the Mohawk Nation, of the Algonquin Nations of the North East quadrant of the United States.  Her Grand Father was a land locked, Dutch sailor.

Remembering some of the tales of lore of the Ringland Clan, I remember Grandpa Ringland, telling me that way back in the 15th or 16th Century, under the Kings James IV, V, and or VI, the Clan (which I have traced back to have been, the MacGregors, of the Clan Gregor) were a bunch of cut throat Highlander Bandits.  Whom, I have also discovered, were outlawed by the rigning King.  Although, they fought well ang honorably, for some of their Kings, They, none the less were "excommunicated" and following the confiscation of their lands and holdings, which were later sold, to the likes of the Campbell', and anyone of stature, who could afford the costs. Run out of the country.  They were also, stripped of their Clan Name, and had to assume another name.  It has been learned that, one of the Kings, in the 17th ot 18th Century, restored the Clan name, colors, and all but their lost lands and holdings.  It is said that there is a MacGregor Clan, with Castle, somewheres, to the north east of the Scots homeland.

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