Descendants of
Samuel Scott McCAW
Descendants of Samuel Scott McCAW
Descendants of Samuel Scott McCAW
Name Index
Descendants of Samuel Scott McCAW
Samuel Scott McCAW [110], son of John McCAW [280] and Mary SCOTT [281], was born on 11 Jul 1880 in Bramwell Street, Ballymena.
General Notes: Painter and Decorator
Samuel married Eleanor HUGHES [111] [MRIN: 44] in Aug 1902 in WillowfieldParishChurch, daughter of Richard HUGHES [282] and Emma McNEILL [283]. Marriage status: married. Eleanor was born on 26 Sep 1884 in Ligoneil. They had eight children: Emily, John Harold, Samuel Norman, Shephard Hughes, Mary Hughes, Margaret Hughes, Eleanor Hughes and Gordon Ronald.
Birth Notes: Birth registered in the District of Belfast No9 in the District of Belfast in the County of Antrim
Informant Eleanor Hughes of Ligoneil Present at birth
Birth registered on 15th October 1884
Registrar R H Newett
Emily McCAW [284] was born on 21 Jun 1904 and died on 11 Feb 1935 aged 30.
General Notes: State Registered Nurse. Died one week after giving birth to her 3rd childNorman.
Emily married John CALVERT [288] [MRIN: 112]. They had three children: Joan, Harold and Norman.
Joan CALVERT [289] was born on 15 Jul 1929.
Joan married Peter WATERSON [424] [MRIN: 157]. They had two children: Karen and Ian.
Karen WATERSON [425] .
Ian WATERSON [426] .
Harold CALVERT [290] was born in 1932.
Norman CALVERT [291] was born on 5 Feb 1935.
Norman married Nora BLAIR [427] [MRIN: 164]. Nora was born 3rd April 1937. They had two children: James and Raymond Harold Scott.
James CALVERT [428] was born about 1965.
James married Cynthia VAN TROJEN [429] [MRIN: 166]. Cynthia was born on 7 Nov 1965. They had two children: Lauren and Emily.
Lauren CALVERT [430] .
Emily CALVERT [400] .
Raymond Harold Scott CALVERT [431] was born in 1966.
Raymond married Miriam Mim TURNBULL [432] [MRIN: 167]. They had four children: Ian, Finn, Rowan and Eleanor Rose.
Ian CALVERT [433] was born in 1995.
Finn CALVERT [434] was born in 1998.
Rowan CALVERT [435] was born in 2001.
Eleanor Rose CALVERT [608] was born on 7 Nov 2004 in Seattle.
John Harold McCAW [285] was born on 17 Mar 1906 in Belfast and died on 14 Aug 1982 in Belfast aged 76.
John married Mabel Edna LYNN [292] [MRIN: 113]. Mabel died on 10 Dec 1983 in Belfast. They had two children: GordonPark and Evelyn.
GordonPark McCAW [396] was born on 14 Oct 1939.
Gordon married Anne BAILIE [397] [MRIN: 156] on 14 Oct 1959. The marriage ended in divorce. They had two children: Geoffrey Scott and ffiona Mae Douglas.
Noted events in their marriage were:
• They were engaged on 14 Oct 1959.
• Divorced: Divorced.
Geoffrey Scott McCAW [399] was born on 13 Apr 1960 in BelfastCityHospital.
Geoffrey married Liliana Vergars PEREZ [676] [MRIN: 243] on 22 Sep 2007 in Houndslow registry office. Liliana was born on 25 May 1975. They had one son: Eduardo Harold Phineas.
Eduardo Harold Phineas McCAW [677] was born on 17 Sep 2009 in MiddlesexHospital.
ffiona Mae Douglas McCAW [562] was born on 27 Mar 1964 in Belfast.
ffiona married Anthony POLA [678] [MRIN: 244] on 17 Jun 1992 in Paralimini, Cyprus. The marriage ended in divorce. They had one son: Douglas Geoffrey.
Douglas Geoffrey POLA [679] was born on 2 Feb 1996.
Gordon next married Roberta SHANKS [398] [MRIN: 154] on 24 Sep 1977. They had three children: Timothy Edward, William Peter Alexander and Harriet Rebecca McCaw.
Timothy Edward McCAW [401] was born on 20 Feb 1980.
General Notes: Dewar Pilkinqton Travel Award Report
- by Tim McCaw
I started my Gap Year with concerns as to how I was to be able to fund my planned travels around South America. However, with the help of this travel award I was helped to a healthy start. As I was not due to leave for Belize until the 1 st March I had around six months in which to earn some more money, I began my search for a job by writing to Oil production companies based in Aberdeen, with the intention of working on an offshore oil-rig. Before I knew it I was taking part in the intensive offshore safety training in Britain's capital of oil production. This course lasted for a week, and taught me all I needed to know about Emergency procedure on an offshore installation, as well as how to drive speed boats and escape from underwater crashed helicopters. After two further courses I was armed with all the essential information for my new . position as a 'Roustabout' on the Alwyn North Rig, situated 250 miles north-east of Aberdeen and 5 hours away in the 'chopper. For the next six months I worked seven days a week, 12 hours a day, with a week back home in every month. This gruelling regime saw me miss Christmas Day and New Years Eve, but I was getting paid very well, so it didn't bother me too much. Most of my work whilst I was there involved manual labour in hurricane weather conditions, but I really enjoyed learning about the whole process and working in a close team.
Five months later, and considerably more financially self-sufficient, I left the North Sea behind me and prepared for the warmer climes of the Caribbean. In Belize I was to be working with Raleigh International, who had arranged for the 120 'venturers' to be posted on various useful and interesting projects throughout the country. The first project I took part in was the construction of toilets and showers in a village that had no sanitary conditions. It took more time than anticipated as none of the group had any building experience, but the tough working conditions were definitely worth the effort when we saw the effect our help had on the villagers. When we were not working we spent our time relaxing in the sun, bathing in the nearby lake, and taking trips out to some of the gorgeous tropical islands for diving and snorkelling on the coral reef.
My next project was set in the jungle around 20 miles from the nearest village. We camped on top of some Mayan temples, which were right next to a sixty-foot waterfall that we washed in. The purpose of the project was to cut trails through the rainforest with our machetes to other Mayan sites that have yet to be excavated by archaeologists. We also found more waterfalls in the depths of the forest with amazing views right up to the sea. We built a visitor centre out of timber that we cut from the forest, and thatched the roof. This part of the project was especially trying due to constant temperatures of 40°C, and a 100% humidity level. We also had to kill a couple of poisonous snakes, which would have meant death if they had bitten any of us. We skinned them and used them as bait to lure in big cats. We saw a jaguar, which is a very rare sight in the wild, and a couple of lynxes.
For my third and final project I we~t trekking in the mountainous jungle in the south of the country. We had to walk an average of 20km a day for the next three weeks and the culmination of our effort was when we reached the peak of Belize's highest mountain, Mt.Victoria. By the time I left the jungle I had grown quite attached to the way of life there, despite. the mosquitoes, ticks and leeches.
My three months in Belize with Raleigh had suddenly come to an endI really enjoyed my time there and the local people were the friendliest I met in my whole trip. Before I left for Chile I spent a week on an island with some of the friends I met. We had an unforgettable week of partying and scuba diving some of the best dive-sites in the world, at which I swam with 16 bull sharks and fed Eagle rays and Nurse sharks.
I next arrived at Cancun airport in Mexico to fly to Chile. I had already bought my onward ticket, and thought, despite my inability to speak Spanish, that I would have no problems at the airport. I was wrongthe airline I had booked with had gone into liquidation, and it cost me 24 hours of persuasion, and $650 to get me onto the next avaiiable flight to Santiago. Excited to finally get to South America, and relieved to see that Sarah Dunkley (Dean) and Matt Brown (Kilbracken) were at the airport waiting for me, we got the next taxi into town and told each other all about the fun we had had so far since leaving Rugby.
After several days in Santiago, and a visit to one of the nearby vineyards to sample some Chilean wine, Matt and I were ready to head north on a 24 hour bus to a small town near the Bolivian border, leaving Sarah to carry on her work in a children's home in an underprivileged area of the city. The town that we stopped in was called San Pedro de Atacama, which lies at considerable altitude in the middle of the Atacama Desert. It has not rained in this part of the world for over 100 years, and yet the snowcapped peaks of the Andes are clearly visible all around. The buildings of San Pedro are made from adobe (a mixture of straw and mud), a factor which gives the place a charming atmosphere, especially at night when listening to local music round a live fire. During the day we took a jeep up into the mountains to the huge geyser fields, and to swim in the hot volcanic springs. It was so cold outside that by the time I had changed out of my swimming trunks they had frozen solid, and to warm up we had to boil water for our coffee in one of the smaller geysers.
We next arranged for a guide to take us across the border into Bolivia, via the Salar de Uyuni- a vast salt plain the size of Wales. This was an incredible sight not only due to its huge size but because of the mirages that made the mountains in the distance seem to float. Half way across the salt plain we stayed in a hotel made entirely of salt, and although this made the beds particularly hard it definitely was a unique experience. Before we arrived in Uyuni we had also been taken to a larger and more impressive geyser field, as well as shown a red lake with thousands of flamingos living on it. From Uyuni we travelled by bus to a mining town called Potosi set high in the AndeanMountains. After finding a place to stay we were delighted to find that Mally Foster and Su Murray, both old Rugbeians were in the room next door to us! After catching up on all their news in a dingy back street bar we decided to visit the mines together the next day. Formerly silver and tin mines, the valuable elements now almost exhausted, the miners (some as young as 10 years old) are expected to work 14 hour shifts in appalling conditions. Their wretched state is only alleviated by constant use of Coca leaves, which are chewed for energy, as food is so scarce. Retirement is usually only allowed with a state pension once a worker has lost ~ of his lung capacity due to the noxious gases produced underground. Although depressing, this sight is the way of life for many people in Bolivia, and cannot be changed by a couple of English students, so we left later that day on a bus bound for La Paz- the highest capital city in the modem world.
La Paz is a fascinating city, both modem and backward, but I particularly enjoyed the endless maze of market stalls that sell everything imaginable, and at a price that is hard to resist. Unfortunately, whilst here I fell victim to dysentery, and was confined to bed for a week, thanks to the notoriously low standard of food in Bolivia. A week later and a stone lighter Matt and I took a 30-hour bus down the mountainside to the Rainforest village of Rurrenabaque. The warmth of the jungle meant that we could shed the layers of clothes we were now accustomed to wearing up in the mountains, and indulge in a bit of sunbathing. After the first day we hired a guide to take some friends and us on a boat tour of the Pampas (a swamp-like area rich in wildlife). We fished for Piranhas and cooked them on an open fire for dinner, and in the evenings we caught alligators with a noose. On the last day there the guide taught us how to catch giant Anacondas with our bare hands. Obviously not quick enough, I was bitten on the hand, and I still have the scars to prove it! We spent the next few days in the jungle learning about survival in the wild and even eating termites and drinking from water vines for our lunch!
Sorry to leave the jungle once again, we headed back up the mountain through La Paz and boarded a bus to Peru and the beauty of Lake Titicaca, which is 15 times the size of Lake Geneva. In the middle of the lake live small communities on floating islands made of reeds, and we paid a few dollars to stay the night in one of their houses and enjoy the local fare of roasted guinea pig that was bony, but actually quite tasty. Our next port of call took us to Cuzco, the most culturally important inhabited city in Peru, where we witnessed huge celebrations for the winter solstice including the ceremonial slaughter of many llamas and a colourful and noisy carnival. From here we planned our trek to Machu Picchu, the lost city of the Incas, which lies hidden in the cloud-shrouded Adean mountains. The trek lasted four days, and although we all found it fairly taxing due to the long distances at high altitude ( 4500m) the local guides skipped up the craggy rocks bare foot, whilst telling us excitedly in broken English the history of the Inca trail. All our effort was certainly rewarded when, on the fourth morning we watched sunrise over the deserted and incredible edifices that comprise the lost city of the Incas. We recovered in luxury that afternoon in the thermal baths of the local town, whilst sipping the chilled beers that we had missed so much over the last week.
In the next few weeks, we visited the capital of Peru, Lima, went sand boarding in a desert oasis, examined the mummified remains of ~ 000 year old Peruvians left in open graves, and flew across the desert to view the Nazca Lines- pictures drawn in the desert by ancient civilisations.
After crossing the border into Equador, we found that there was a strike on all public transport, which forced us to hitchhike. For the first week this method of transport sufficed, and we managed to visit Quito, which was my favourite of all the cities in South America. However the strike soon worsened and there were riots on all the streets with the people erecting roadblocks, and stopping any form of transport from passing. Matt and I wanted to get to Colombia as soon as possible so that we would not end up here indefinitely, so we continued paying local people to take us to the border. After three hijacks and two attempted robberies, we found ourselves within walking distance of Colombia, but the trouble had not ended, as an assembled crowd were gathered on the border, armed with baseball bats and knives. The police had not helped by firing tear gas into their midst, and we were forced to charge the last 400metres, defending ourselves with rocks, before escaping into the safety of Colombia.
Our journey into Colombia started with a town called Popayan, in the southwest where we relaxed and even stayed in a hotel with hot running water and no vermin. We also treated ourselves to the most expensive dinner possible in a five-star hotel, which included caviar and fillet steaks, finished off with brandy and Cuban cigars- the bill came to around $15 each! The next day we travelled south to a village called San Augustin, which is an important archaeological site that contains statues and burial grounds similar to those found on Easter Island. We rode around the countryside visiting these sites on horse back, and were even invited to go grave robbing by the local tour guide, who obviously made a bit of extra money with various illegal sidelines. We turned down his most generous of offers to go instead to Cali, home of the most famous drug cartel in the world. Although not advised to venture outside after dark by the tourist board, we had a great time in this vibrant city visiting several nightclubs and meeting new friends everywhere. We decided to miss the dangers of the capital, Bogota, and instead journey up to Cartagena on the Caribbean coast. Here we spent days relaxing on the unspoilt beaches nearby, visited a gaol where the Spanish Inquisition used to torture its victims and even bathed in a mud volcano, where we got therapeutic massages for only 30p. However, just before I was due to fly back to Central America, my entire possessions were stolen from a bus after visiting a nearby town. I was left with only my passport, wallet and the pair of shorts I was wearing at the time. The good news was that I did not need to carry anything around with me, and the experience was quite liberating, although it caused a lot of trouble with the insurance company.