The ‘Turnbull’ name

Turnbull

(03/12/11) I’m updating this post with the sad news that on 2nd December 2011, at 11:15am, my dear grandad, Walter Turnbull, passed away peacefully. Once again taken by that most evil of diseases that my family, and indeed the world, seem to have far too much experience of. A true Scot through and through, he battled bravely to the end, rejecting life-extending treatments in favour of life quality. Grandad had a good quality life, many thanks in part to the wife he leaves behind, my nan, Margaret Turnbull, the nicest, kindest, most considerate and generous person anyone could meet. The tour de force of grandparents; A statement I feel honoured to be able to make.

So many happiness evoking memories feature the words ‘nan and grandad cats’ – from their penchant for the feline critters – nan would cook exceptional food whilst grandad listened intently to my often incomprehensible computer talk, with interest, enthusiasm and encouragement. When I was very young, post-dinner, he would get out the Atari 2600 for a few rounds of Pacman and Frogger with me, which later moved to me helping him with his spreadsheets and in return being thrashed at Minesweeper. I thank him immensely for his role in helping me become the geek I am today. Along with beer, whisky, haggis and curry lover of course. I’m proud to have his genes, the Scottish genes, the Turnbull genes; which my daughter, Amber Turnbull, can carry forward with amour-propre.

Rest in peace grandad, a great man, a man’s man, a real man; you’ll be forever loved and forever missed. X

This is my first real blog post and so I thought I’d start with my family name/heritage. Just over ten years ago I acquired a document via. my great-grandfather which outlines the Turnbull clan name and it’s origin. I always knew my great-grandfather as Papa but his ‘real’ name was Andrew. He lived in Hawick, Scotland, to the ripe old age of 100 (yes, he got his letter from the Queen!) and amazingly lived through 3 centuries! (Born 1899, passed away 2000) – our memories and his name live on. From what I was told, I believe this document to have been written by/for a great-[insert required number of great's]-uncle of mine, John Turnbull, which alluded to his, and thus my, descendancy from the original Turnbull clan:

The 'Turnbull' name - Page 1

The 'Turnbull' name - Page 1

The 'Turnbull' name - Page 2

The 'Turnbull' name - Page 2

The document is quite hard to read but basically states that the name ‘Turnbull’ descends from a strong man named ‘Ruel’, who turned a wild bull that was charging at King Robert Bruce by the head, thus saving him from certain death. For his bravery, and for saving the king, he was given the Lands of Badyruel in Teviotdale and the name ‘Turnbull’. John Turnbull is documented as being a descendant of the family of Badyruel and therefore a descendant of the original Turnbull clan. My ancestry would be as follows:

Ruel Turnbull (from the document, he who turned the bull)

John Turnbull (from the document, believed to be my relative)

Andrew Turnbull (my great-grandfather)
Walter Turnbull (my grandfather)
John Turnbull (my father)
Richard Turnbull (myself)

Here is a photo of the latter four people in this list, I would estimate taken circa. 1985:

Four generations of Turnbull

Four generations of Turnbull - Andrew, Walter, Richard, John

I’m hoping to update this article with more information as and when I can. I discovered a site dedicated to the Turnbull clan here: Turnbull Clan Association and will be making them aware of this post as, hopefully, my family’s little contribution to the Turnbull family.

- Richard Turnbull

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3 Responses to The ‘Turnbull’ name

  1. Tony says:

    I’m sorry for your loss Richard. Praying for comfort for you and your family.

  2. Elizabeth Turnbull says:

    With Deepest Sympathies, Richard to you and your family on the sad loss of your Grandfather. You are all in our thoughts and prayers, which we hope will give comfort and solace during your hour of need.

    Footprints in the Sand

    One night I had a dream–
    I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord and across the sky flashed scenes from my life.

    For each scene I noticed two sets of footprints,
    one belonged to me and the other to the Lord.
    When the last scene of my life flashed before me,
    I looked back at the footprints in the sand.
    I noticed that many times along the path of my life, there was only one set of footprints.
    I also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in my life.
    This really bothered me and I questioned the Lord about it.

    “Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you, you would walk with me all the way,
    but I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life
    there is only one set of footprints.
    “I don’t understand why in times when I needed you most, you should leave me.”

    The Lord replied, “My precious, precious child,
    I love you and I would never, never leave you
    during your times of trial and suffering.
    “When you saw only one set of footprints,
    it was then that I carried you.”

    …Mary Stevenson

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