born three years before ww2.
left as a baby on a doorstep…
Where did she come from? Who were her Kin?
How did her life truly begin?
Marjory Burr – was my comfort, my champion, my comrade.
On the surface she was an ordinary woman. A vivacious and kind ordinary woman, hailing all the way from ‘bonny Scotland’ - which felt like a faraway mythical land.
To some she was Mum, or Mumbo or Madge, to me she was Nanny, worn as my badge of honour. Which was why I was so captivated by her story: her origins a complete and utter mystery…
For my entire life, this mystery fascinated me.
After her profoundly moving passing in 2021, I paid tribute by creating a film for her funeral, hoping to capture her essence for our family.
In it, we explored the clues we had, including our long-held suspicion about a Robertson family that lived next door to her in the village of Fordyce
We were fairly certain we had the story right, but we were mistaken.
The true identity of her father remained a secret, a puzzle we couldn't solve.
UNTIL NOW…
(The first film can be viewed in its entirety here.)
PART 2
Now, decades after our first curious searches and years after my first film, the truth is finally on the horizon.
A fresh look at the Records and a stunning DNA match have led to a complete and unexpected breakthrough: